Moth

Today I went to the fairgrounds to drop off my entries in the "homemaking" building...At the registration table was a man who was in charge of this high school leadership program I was in about four years ago. I was pretty surprised when he remembered my name, since I was quieter and more painfully shy then than I am now..I was wishing I had straightened my hair..and put on some make-up..and could think of something to say..Then this other woman came in and he started talking to her (these chamber of commerce types know everyone, huh?)..She was pregnant and had a bag with jars of jelly or jam or something that she was going to enter..And I was suddenly really jealous. I had this inexplicable urge to be about ten years older and all cute and preggers, with jars of jam and adorable maternity clothes..not all lumpy-ponytail awkward college girl.

Usually, I try not to care what people think about me. And I try to be content with where I am right now, and not wish away the present dreaming about what may or may not happen. I tell myself that I may never get married or have kids, and that's okay, I'm okay with that (having teenage siblings at home makes me okay with that), but sometimes, there's nothing I want more. Sometimes I forget that God has the best in store for me, and his timing is always perfect.

I also have this habit of thinking that people don't notice me or know who I am. College has made this much more pronounced than it used to be, I think. Sometimes I feel invisible. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I actually like it most of the time. I like passing under the radar, I don't want to draw attention to myself. I'm basically a jeans and t-shirt girl anyway. I've been known to hide from/avoid talking to people I know in the Wal-mart (I get this from my mother--we do this shamelessly and frequently)..

I am very happy not being in the spotlight. I can't tell if I'm getting quieter as I get older or not. I think that maybe I am. I just wanted to get this out there. Sometimes you just need to talk, ya know? I don't care if anybody reads it or not. It really is what I feel, though, and sometimes it's easier to put it out there on the internet for everybody (or nobody) to read than it is to talk about it with the people you know.

Who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell...

So..I definitely just watched last night's episode of "Gossip Girl" on my laptop while eating chocolate chip cookie dough...
I think I might be getting kinda hooked on that show..I've never read the books, and I probably never will, cause I don't really like books like that..Apparently I do not have these qualms when it comes to t.v.
It's really kinda addicting..Like, you know these people are jerks and snobs (well, I mean, not these people in particular, since they're made-up, but there are people like them, I think, I don't really know, but I have it on good authority--this show and "The Nanny Diaries", to name a couple of sources), but you just keep watching...it's like this whole other world that I know I'll never see or be a part of, and that I would never want to be a part of even if I had the chance, but it's really interesting to watch and see what it's like...
My favorite characters are Dan and Jenny, the brother and sister from Brooklyn..Dan is so cute in his awkward crush and the crushing of his crush, and Jenny made her own party dress, how cool is that? And I just love the relationship they have...I always wanted an older brother..
And of course, Blake Lively was great in the traveling pants movie (i heard they're making a sequel?), and I love her in here too..

Okay, that's about enough of that..
You know you love me. xoxo

This is Just Sad

The contents of our fridge. Wal-mart, now!

Oh, I found the viking. Finally. After coming up with the same blog entry half a dozen times, I figured out that it was mentioned in the comments, then it was just a matter of finding the right entry on the other blog. So yeah, I was pretty much stoked to the max. Because how cute are these guys. (And how much did that sound like Junie B. Jones?) (By the way, my school mascot is a viking, hence the interest in finding this one again)
Okay, time to go move my car out of 30-minute parking before I get (another) ticket..
Later, gators!

Viking Hunt

Can somebody help me out here? I remember seeing on someone's pretty crafty blog a handmade stuffed viking toy that they had bought from someone's pretty crafty online store...I think it was in a post about their little boy's birthday party?? But I can't remember where it was, and I was wanting to look at that vike for inspiration for one of my own, for when in twenty years I have a chance to make something again...If anyone has any idea where I might have seen it, I would be much obliged...or anything similar that might help..Yesterday I googled it, but didn't come up with anything..

Also, I promise that someday I will write a real entry with maybe (gasp) a picture or two...

Thanks..Love you guys!

Betsy Is..

..back at school, has been for a little over a week, actually.
..loving her classes..so far..
..not planning on making anything except the dean's list this semester.
..falling out of her chair looking at all the cute Japanese books and fabric on superbuzzy..why is she just finding this? why does she not have a credit card/paypal account? oh yeah..because she would spend all her money online..
..getting ready to watch gilmore girls..hopefully..
..wanting to go to barnes and noble and buy books..she has a very extensive list..
..ready for fall..and pretty leaves, and scarecrows, and sweater weather, and the fair, and football season (even though she did go to a football game last friday), and thanksgiving..
..pretty amused that a slight variation of point 4 is her status on facebook..
..contemplating putting a list of all the books she read this summer on here..but that might be a little overwhelming..
..angry that "becoming jane" never came out in this one-horse town with its 3 movie theaters..
..needing to spend more time with her little sister..
..thinking about changing blog name and venue..
..done with this..