Thursday, June 25, 2009

It is

really hot, and that makes me really lazy.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Computer, allow me to introduce you to the ground (via a 4th story window)

Aunt Sharon,
I’m not 100% sure what “following” is on this site but I am pretty sure I would like to do it to you, seeing as I follow other relatives and get to read the hilarity that is their lives. However, I click on your picture but all it shows me is who you are following. I want you to know that just because I am not following you online at this time does not mean I am not following you in my heart.
Love,
Betsy

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Ode To Summer School

Summer School, Oh Summer School
Because I am with you, I’m not at the pool.
For two hours I’m locked in a freezing room
While Tuesdays dreaded test, on my horizon looms

To keep up with you dear Summer School, one has to move fast.
With all the work piling up, I just pray that I’ll last.
A whole semester of class into one month is crammed.
Miss just one little day and I’ll be in a horrible jam

In class I must sit in a room with no windows,
So I know not when the sun shines or the wind blows.
My Teacher is really good and kind of funny, you see,
But I would like to ask her “For once could you let us out on time, please?”

When I’m released I walk outside with the rest of the summer school crew.
We all look at each other and wonder, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”
Just think, a semester of accounting is such a short time,
But my fears seem to calm when I walk out into the warm sun shine.

When I leave my class I hope for a quiet lunch at the Ferg
But through the thick June head a strange noise can be heard
Summer School, is it your tired students making this loud joyous sound?
No, it is all the excited kids and their parents here for Bama Bound

The Ferg is packed with kids chatting about their schedules, roommates, and more
So I grab my Chick-fil-a sandwich and head for the door.
With my book bag weighed down with my homework and notes,
I must get away from these care free folks.

So Summer school, it looks like it’s just you and me,
As I eat my lunch on the quad under a tree.
Enjoying this quiet moment, summer school I think of you.
How you’re not so bad, there are much worse things I could do

Do everything with joy in your heart, says our preacher
But he does not have to spend 2 hours a day getting yelled at by an accounting teacher
So summer school it looks like we’ve got a long journey ahead,
But in the end you will not beat this girl, with hair that is red.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

And the golden popcorn goes to…

Confession: I watched the MTV movie awards last night. I usually like this particular award show because I am a huge movie buff, and the host usually makes borderline inappropriate jokes about people sitting in the audience while the camera is right up in their face. What’s not to love? So when I heard that the movie awards were coming on, I snuggled up on my couch excited at the thought of watching Zack Effron (is that how you spell it?) try to laugh it off as the guy from SNL mocks him and his entire career. The opening sketch was really funny, but it was all down hill from there. The rest of the show was awkward, confusing, and offensive. The host made a number of really awkward drawn out jokes, I lost all respect for Leanne Rhymes (which was not that much to begin with), and was shocked at what they got away with showing and saying on regular TV. If you don’t know what I am talking about consider yourself lucky, seeing as I will forever have to live with the fact that I saw Eminem storm out of the room after a naked guy wearing angel wings was dropped on his face.

Final Thoughts:
1. This award show will make you laugh at the shockingly low moral standards of humanity; and cry for the same reasons
2. Miley Cyrus’s acceptance speech made me embarrassed to watch but, much like I train wreck, I could not look away.
3. “Twilight” was voted best picture over “The Dark Knight”… To be fair, I really enjoyed (and own) both movies, but could someone explain that to me?
4. Apparently I am a huge fan of numbering my thoughts and opinions on this blog.

I acknowledge the fact that I have no authority whatsoever to judge seeing as I am not a movie critic, celebrity, writer, or someone with a lot of fashion sense

Monday, June 1, 2009

Now, who are you again?

It seems that I am some what of an anomaly, a walking paradox if you will. The list of evidence supporting this statement includes but is no limited to the following:
In high school, on more than one occasion, they made us take personality tests to figure out whether we were a type ‘A’, ‘B’, or ‘C’ and multiple times my test results said I am a mixture of the personality types. The last time or two, including one I took today, said I am a Type ‘B’ which is once again a mix of type A and C.
I took multiple career aptitude tests and I always get really off the wall career choices that have nothing to do with one another, and would be horrible for me. Examples: zoologist, clergy member, law enforcement officer, gym teacher… My results always say something complimentary like, “With your wide range of interests you would be comfortable in any field you enter.” Translation- “Your crazy answers were so inconsistent we could not find a career to put you in so we have listed things that are in no way related to one another.”
I am a girl but I don’t like to shop. I really hate malls and I have no idea why. I hardly ever leave there feeling ready to go someplace else; all I want to do is go home and sleep.
Some might suggest that I am a touch on the attention deficit disorder side of the spectrum, but yet I could sit with a book and read for hours. I can even read in the Ferg at noon when it’s impossible to find a seat and it is extremely loud.
I grew up (and am still growing up) in the age of technology however don’t know a thing about it. I have very little patients for cell phone but could not live with out mine, I can send an email but not much else, and I find iphones really cool but a waste of money. I’m sorry but I already have a computer, ipod, and cell phone all of which I paid too much money for, so why waste more money on something that renders all my other gadgets obsolete
Dad always tells me how mature I am, but at times I sense of humor rivals that of a 12 year old boy
I’m relatively old fashion and set in my ways. I don’t care about celebrities, I think most of the stuff on TV and the most of today’s fashion trends are stupid, and the music that is now popular gives me a migraine- however, I am a fountain of pop culture knowledge, even if it pertains to a time I was too young to remember or was not born for… Could someone explain that please?
Country and (for lack of a better word) “Classic Rock” are my favorite music. My choice of country music is self explanatory but I fell in love with the other stuff because of Dad. When I was little he introduced me to the likes of Jimmy Hendrix, The Who, The Beatles, and The Doobie Brothers…Thanks Dad for making me one of the coolest seven year olds in my Sunday school class.
I think if you could see my personality, the essence of all that is Betsy, you would see something along the lines of a patchwork quilt… I’m sure there are more examples of my contradictory way of life, just ask Meredith.

--I will not make it a habit to write extended post that are completely about myself and what makes me tick. Thank you for your time

Friday, May 29, 2009

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

Those people who live with me have heard me say “It the little victories like that that get you through the day.” I believe that we all have those little things (victories, if you will) that help up move through the hum drum everyday activities of work, school, and other obligations of the like. For example: When you are trying to find something in a book and you just so happen to flip it open to the page with the exact information you are looking for- Victory. When you have to use a public restroom and you walking (ladies) and the toilet seat is up and the water is blue signaling that you are the first person to use it since it had been cleaned- Victory. When you are just having a crappy day and you knock in to a chair revealing that TV remote you lost weeks ago- Victory.
But every so often you happen upon something just so random and crazy it outshines all your little victories and makes you laugh for the rest of the day. This happened to me today.

The story:
I have been have a good albeit unremarkable day when my boss asked me to run something over to the Rose administration building. I had already made the trip over there once today but I was happy to go again because it is such a pretty day outside and I always welcome the chance to stretch my legs (as long as it is not raining or cold). ANYWAY… I was meandering back to work thinking about the beautiful weather and the all but deserted campus when I see and elderly woman a few dozen yards ahead of me. She was easily 200 years old and upon closer examination was clearly some sort of gypsy, but the reason I notice this woman at all (I tend exhibit an extreme lack of situational awareness when I walk) because there is a strange screeching sound coming from the tree above her. I slow my pace a little so I wont bump into her or be a creepy “close walker”, and am completely content to walk at her osteoporosis-induced-slightly-hunch-back pace seeing as I am not in a huge hurry. All of the sudden she stops turns around and holds out her had saying, “Bird! Baby Bird!”. That’s right folks; this gypsy lady had somehow caught herself a bird and is only too proud to show it to me.
I was always taught that it was rude to stare, also to be nice and polite to adults (especially the elderly) but all my southern charm training clearly went out the window as I found that all I could do was stare at this woman… I mean come on, what do you say to that? I thought about telling her she does not need to touch baby birds because the mom won’t come back to it, but it was too late for that. I also heard my mother’s voice prompting me to tell her to put it down and immediately wash her hands before touching her face or handling food, but I could not do that either because my mouth had entered a state of temporary paralysis. By the time it wore of she was, fortunately, out of ear shot because the only thing I remembered how to do was laugh—Huge Victory.

Man I love the summer.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Where have to been all my life?

I don’t watch that much television. Not that I don’t want to or am morally opposed to it, I just am never home and when I am, I am usually sleeping. Well, school ended for me a couple of weeks ago so a came home for a mini summer break. I had nothing to do so in addition to being a drain on society I watched a lot of TV. I was shocked/amazed/disgusted/enthralled/excited (pretty much any extreme emotion) at what I saw. You go about 5 months without watching TV regularly and all hell breaks loose. The following are my favorites
1. Tough Love- Now I could not bring myself to watch an entire episode (mostly because every time it was on so was a movie, mom and dad got fancy cable with HBO, what are you going to do?) but from what I gather, this is a reality show about women who want to fall in love but for some reason can’t. So they do the only logical thing, move into a house full of cameras, pool tables, hot tubs, and booze. You might be, asking yourself, as was I, “how can these things help these women find love?” Well they can’t but they man that lives there can. The whole point of the show is for this man to watch these women and be brutally honest in telling them what is wrong with them, and why men won’t date them…. What I want to know is how they determine the winner? Is it the woman who does not try to slit her wrist after receiving all the criticism? “Congratulations lady, you did not commit suicide during this process. You’ve won an all inclusive, extensive stay at therapy!”
2. 18 Kids and Counting- I LOVE this show, but I could not tell you exactly why. Premise of the show: Crazy Christians have 18 kids because they have decided that birth control is not biblical and they want as many kids as the Lord will bless them with…humm now far be it for me to judge them, this could very well be what God is calling them to do, but count me out. In my opinion that is like saying, “Alarm clocks are not biblical so I will not use one. When ever God sees fit to wake me up, He will.” I think the real reason I watch the show is because of the mother. She had this voice that is, for lack of a better word, mesmerizing. She has a very soothing kindergarten teacher type voice, and when she speaks those kids just stop slack- jawed and listen, as do I. There are only 2 possible explanations for the mother’s hypnotic powers.
1. Having that many kids has made her body release a calming hormone to protect her mind from the stress induced stroke that is inevitably hers.
2. She is a witch… not a bad witch like on “The Craft”, but a good witch like on “Charmed” or “Sabrina the teenaged witch”
3. Paris Hilton’s My New BFF- I have no words nor will I dignify this show by trying to come up with anything amusing about it (however it has potential for and excellent critic blog ala Ihategreenbeans blog, I’m just saying)
4. New Real World/Road Rules (but not really road rules) Challenge- I am not even embarrassed to say that I want to start watching this show… I will always love it and I think that is a result of being a child of the 90’s. However, it makes me sad that I don’t recognize some of the people, and what is a RW/RR challenge with out Coral and Mike aka “the miz”? On a similar note I want to write a letter to MTV requesting, nay, demanding, the return of Road Rules.

I am kind of worried that reality TV is the beginning of the end of the world, but the more reality shows I hear about, the more convinced I become that I need my own.