Y’all, Betsy is awesome. She wrote this post that basically made me tear up. I LOVE the things that she listed (the mini skirt part makes me laugh, that was only a phase I went through for four or seven years, mostly at football games). But don’t let her lie to you. I copy her even more than she copies me. The cross I wear around my neck? That I’ve been wearing almost every day for the past nine years? She had it first. And I wanted it. And if you know me, you know that I never want to have on the same thing as someone else. I’m very concerned with being my own person and with having my own special, different jewelry, clothing, shoes, dog, basically, I want to be different. But Betsy is one of the few people who I wanted to copy and who I knew wouldn’t mind if I copied her. Actually, from the moment I met Betsy, the week of rush our freshman year of college, I really wanted to be her friend. Luckily, we ended up on the same lawn on bid day, and had a unique opportunity to be friends.
Betsy and I share the love of many things, often things that other people dislike. We share the bizarre appreciation of getting into a hot car that has been baking in the sun on a summer day, we both have an extreme dislike of authority, and any time I get lost in the ATL I know that all I have to do is call Betsy and she will know exactly where I am and where I am going and how I need to get there.
We use the same kind of toothbrush, make up, and have been known to steal each other’s hair brush. She taught me how to not wash my hair every day and the usefulness of a nalgene bottle. She introduced me to Amos Lee and Patty Griffin, who both changed my life. Together we learned accounting, forgiveness, trust, finance, how to get over a break up, how to survive a terrible football game date, how to put the pieces back together when our carefully laid plans didn’t work out (margarita machines come in handy at such times and can be rented by the night), and how just laying in the grass in the front yard can solve a lot of problems.
I know Betsy and I will continue to copy each other, although she is a little ahead of me in life right now. I was really looking forward to meeting Baby Charlsie Bagwell, but since Betsy is set to have a BOY in a few months, the world is going to have to wait on Baby Charlsie (Betsy, I’m serious, I think Charlsie Bagwell has a nice ring to it, we can call her CB and ask her what her 20 is all the time, and say things like, 10-4, over). It makes me so happy that Briscoe and Amos are the same kind of dog, because Betsy and I are the same kind of people. We are Kindred Spirits. Our dogs have our personalities, which is just the way it should be. I want to be like Briscoe, and Amos and Betsy – light, fluffy, happy, and adventurous.
There are a lot of other things I need to tell you all, the last few weeks have been eventful, and the next few weeks are going to be crazy. My whole body is tired. But I will leave you with this one update.
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This is the house I just purchased! I’m so in love.
And a few links to my favorite Betsy posts – Trampolines and Daydreams, Betsy in the Pond, Wow! Well, you look great!, and finally, the windsor post. Sweet dreams friends.
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