Betsey's blog

Okay, okay- so as cliché as it sounds I have to admit- I am baby-crazy. Whenever I am walking down the street, shopping in a store, watching a TV show, sitting in a park- all I notice are babies. Pretty boys, breathtaking girls, standout dressers- all passersby do not warrant my glance or consideration, save for babies. I notice every single baby in my vicinity, regardless of any and all inordinate circumstances. Yet I am confident in my knowledge that I am in no way ready to have a baby of my own. So how does this make sense? I ask myself on an almost daily basis.

Everyone has heard the old adage that long-distance relationships never work. Now I know this cliché is intended to apply to romantic relationships continued over a vast distance (LDRs, if you will, for simplicity's sake), but the same is true for the majority of my relationships- platonic and otherwise. If I do not see a person regularly, chances are that I do not speak with him regularly either.

So. Lindsay Lohan is going to jail.

In the ruling made Tuesday, Lohan was sentenced to 90 days in jail followed by 90 days in a rehab facility as punishment for failing to complete her court appointed alcohol education classes and setting off her SCRAM bracelet, as well as skipping just about every other hearing she was supposed to be at since her two DUI arrests in 2007.

As surprising as it might seem, America has no official language. English is obviously the main language spoken within the country (seeing as how you are reading this article right now), but it is not official on any kind of federal level. Various proposals have been made throughout the years to make English the official language of the U.S. but none have become law. I would like to make a proposal of me own: to make America officially bilingual.

I have to start this post with a disclaimer: I am a vegetarian. I have not eaten meat for almost five years and I do not plan to do so for many more years. I don't mind if other people eat meat, but I personally find it repulsive. In fact, I occasionally have a reoccurring nightmare in which I am forced to eat hamburgers as punishment for misdeeds. Read into that what you will, but I hate the idea of eating meat so much that I wake up in cold sweats just subconsciously thinking about it.