Who writes this boring blog?

Hi.  I'm Natalie.  This is my boring blog.  Welcome.  Pull up a chair, stay a while.

(By that I mean, of course, that you should follow my blog.  It's an ego thing.  Thanks for understanding.)

I love blogging.  I love reading blogs.  But a few years ago, someone pointed out to me that blogs, unless you're into that sort of thing, are...well...boring.  Mine in particular.  And while I occasionally nail a super-awesome, fun, interesting post, most of my blog is boring, mundane, day-to-day nonsense that no one wants to read.  No one except me maybe, a year or two later when I'm feeling nostalgic.  So the title is honest.

But you should still follow it.  Because sometimes it's not.

Moving on...

All women are crazy, right?  I'm the fun sort of crazy, not the oh-**** -get-my-gun-and-call-911 sort.

I'm 31.  I'll be 36 next month. That probably doesn't matter, but I always wonder how old the bloggers I read are.  It helps me give them a voice.

I don't get out much - I really like to be at home.  I love home; it's my happy place and all of my favorite things are here.  My favorite person, Jimi, lives here.  So does our dog Finnegan and Q the cat.  And the houseplants; they count too. Q died.  We've added Geneva and Cora.  (They are humans, not cats.)

I do get out of the house at least 50 hours a week; hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we all must go.  If I have to go to work for a minimum of 40 hours a week, I've won the full-time-job lottery.  My boss is cool, my coworkers are intelligent and capable, I wear jeans 5 days a week, and there's an office dog.  They pay me and give me health insurance too, and we all know how important that is.   (I quit that job.  Last week, in fact.  I have a new gig on the horizon...stay tuned.  I've got high hopes that it's going to be way more awesome than the last place, which became a soul-sucking whore.)

I believe in taking responsibility for your actions; if you screw up, admit it, apologize, and do what you can to fix it.  I read a lot; mostly worthless fiction novels, but not always. I nap daily; naps are proof that God loves us. So are booze, pie, orgasms, and orchids.

I like to over share. I have a hard time understanding why things that are important to me aren't AS important to other people. When I was little, I had a fantasy that involved me being the topic of every morning paper's headline. Not shy, this one.  Obviously.  That's why I blog.

So there ya go.  Anything else you want to know?  I probably answered it here. I'm really good at talking about myself.


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    No seriously. You make me laugh.

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