Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
1. Blake Lewis = Nick Carter
2. Sanjaya Crappy = Halle Berry
3. Gwen Stefani = Heidi from the Hills
Shows I care nothing about
1. The Sopranos
2. King of Queens
3. Desperate Housewives
4. The Simple Life
Turning into heads on toothpicks
1. Angelina Jolie - 109 pounds. REally?! Come on.
2. Carrie Underwood
I’ve had it up to HERE with
1. Lindsay Lohan – has the girl even done anything besides rehab in the last two years?
2. John Mayer/J. Simp - blagh, cough, throw-up. Too gummy + too lurpy = death by skeev
3. Skinny jeans – maybe only for said toothpicks on sticks. And then only if it were the last pair of bottoms on earth. And the earth hadn't returned to its Garden of Eden, clothing-optional state. If and only then.
Hollywood’s worst dye jobs - The Kate Edition
1. Kate Winslet in “The Holiday”
2. Kate Beckinsale in “White Trash Holiday”
3. Kate Moss. Period.
"The Hills" most worthless characters
1. Spencer - The UltaTool
2. Brody - beef stick with a capital Beef
3. Heidi's co-workers; does anyone at Bolthouse actually do anything?
Best TV shows you're not watching
1. Friday Night Lights - Hottest cast on television. All episodes available at NBC.com. If you loved me at all, you'd watch at least one.
2. Veronica Mars
3. America's Next Top Model - can't stop the train wreck
Favorite Doctors on TV
1. Mossimo! aka Dr. Alex Karev
2. Dr. Addison Montgomery (Shep)
3. Dr. Elliot Reed
4. Dr. Gregory House
5. Dr. Ross Geller
Speaking of Doctors...
Shows I can't believe are still on
2. King of Queens
5. Room Raiders
Reasons to stop the listing
1. Post is running terribly long
2. Could go on forever
3. More to come!
This morning, I receive the following:
did you hear the news?
the world's tallest man is getting married
no! OUR world's tallest man?
yep, the dolphin saver. http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapcf/03/28/china.tall.ap/index.html
[this is where you follow the link, scan the article, and gauge your own reactions]
Wait wait wait.
Marriage advertisements sent around the world?
yeah, i didn't know he was that desperate.
especially with half a billion women in his own country.
Wow. What kind of wild news will Tall Man be part of next?
i know china has been aggressive with its space program. maybe they'll send him to the moon.
and the olympics will be in beijing next year. maybe he'll be a human torch.
or a pole on which others will vault
So what do you think? Any obviously snarky comments we've left out of our conversation? I know ya'll have got something to say... I hear it from you all the time. REady... set... snark away!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
- I bought makeup that includes an instructional DVD. When did makeup get this hard?
- I finally got brave and sang karaoke by myself. Two of my favorite songs--"Have a Little Faith" by Mandy Moore and "Independence Day" by Martina McBride. I went with these lovely ladies to the right.
- I wore lipstick for the first time in my life. The 24-year-old girlchild became a woman.
- I washed my sheets and hung up the last three week's worth of clothes. A clean room is like being reborn.
P.S. Ashlyn is crazy about the song: "Think I'll move to Boston........." We tell her you moved there & she wants to move too.
This photo was taken at Christmastime on my pop-in to Phoenix. She's only three but remembered me from the year before when we drove home from Mexico together!
The only way I could get her to have her hair done was to do mine the same.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
What I imagine rigor mortis looks like: The random variations of the claw:
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Me too. I quit mourning for iPod Uno today and gave it an autopsy. Unfortunately, there's no magic on the inside; no rats running on wheels or cold fusion hard at work. RIP little guy.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
This week's run wasn't nearly as sweaty as last week's. I positioned myself by an open window (open to the hallway anyway) and wore black. I'm not one-eighth as disgusting as I was last week. Still a sweat-hog, but not unreasonably so.
Bigger than the mile-marker however, is the fact that I shaved more than a minute off my average mile time. Last week I ran 7 miles at 11:50/mile, this week I ran 8 miles at 10:37/mile. Chances of a 9-miler at 9-minutes a mile is a none to none ratio so don't hold your breath.
I finished Casino Royale tonight. Any recommendations of good adrenaline-rushing movies I should watch when I tackle the 9er next week?
I came home and rewarded/congratulated myself with a Diet (Caffeine-Free so I can sleep) Coke with cherry syrup in it. I need a shower! So with that said...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
- The crying girl on American Idol. If you watched it, you know what I'm talking about. WTHeck? Why was she bawling hysterically during Sanjacrappy's high school musical selection? And why did the producers keep cutting to her? Oh the awkwardness. I could not stop giggling. And I never giggle.
- Ross had a beeper on Friends to alert him when Carol was having the baby (flashback Season 1). Wow. The start of Friends doesn't seem that long ago. I really am getting old! How silly were pagers anyway?
- As my gChat said yesterday, I can not stop eating. Literally, everything in sight. I'm starting to think I have a condition. And that condition somehow affects my typing too. Something very strange is happening to me lately. I'm always famished and I can't type the simplest of words without backspacing repeatedly.
- I wasn't really feeling the whole running thing last night so I did a quick mile and then lifted weights. I shouldn't feel disappointed in myself but I do anyway.
- And........ the library is a wonderful thing. Two books I've wanted to read for quite awhile were finally available for my pickup. Putting books on hold and getting a happy email indicating they're ready for your enjoyment is one of life's simplest pleasures.
Monday, March 19, 2007
And I would have without the insurance cards the postman surprised me with today.
Please note: I am allergic to doxycyclin and the -cycline family of medications. You have all been warned. If I'm injured and you allow me to take drugs of a -cycline nature I will hunt you down and figure out what gives you the most painful hives that spread over your entire body of your entire life.
This is Nat, from her bedroom, signing off for Nat Attack is the new BloG.
- Not Your Average Joe's restaurant dining. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
- Episodes of Friends. They're stacking up on my DVR faster than I can watch.
- "Easy Silence" by the Dixie Chicks. Listened at least 7-15 times per day.
- Mint and melted chocolate chips. I can't stop baking with them. Sugar cookies, chocolate sandwich cookies, mint brownies... I crave it always.
- Papa Gino's Pizza. Tuesday, Thursday, Friday night.
I know there are others, but these are the biggies of last week. How much longer I'll be a slave to the above list I'm not sure--but it's a nice addiction.
Anyone have addictions I should pick up on?
Friday, March 16, 2007
- paying tithing
- plucking my eyebrows
- going to the bathroom
This is my top three. I'm sure there are more. I know there are more, but this is what I've got. WHat are you seemingly always doing?
What was the case study? Something about Cherrypicks. It was a little over my head. And made my eyes bleed.
Here's half the crew resting in one of the bigger lobbies during halftime (it got pretty stuffy during the game when we were all crowded in yelling, clapping, munching, and sweating).
BYU lost (shocker.) but Laura and I had a fun time stealthly roaming the halls of one of the most prestigious MBA programs in the country/world(?). Never a dull day!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
That's how far I ran tonight. I must be crazy.
It's always crazy how I feel I'll never make it past two and then the numbers seem to melt into each other. Even still. When the machine stops at 60 minutes and you have to stop, reboot, and start at zero minutes again, you know you've been on the machine awhile. And the fact that you still have 23 minutes to go before you reach Se7en.
Sweaty Nettie is back! You guys. I don't know if it's the change in temperature, the fact I'd eaten my weight in Not Your Average Joe's bread and sauce mere hours before the run, or WHAT--but I am a sweater. I usually wear black tank tops to the gym. Today I made the mistake (lazy in my laundering) of wearing a grey one. You can not imagine just how sweaty I really was.
And because I delight in my own self-deprecation/embarrassment, I'm going to tell you how sweaty I was! By the end of my run, I had the over-the-hill on-the-brink-of-a-heart-attack man sweat on my chest. From one shoulder to the other, scooping down to the top of my sports bra was solid wet. Readily apparent for the entire world to see. But wait. The sweat stain on my stomach was nearly bleeding into its northern sister. And for a limited time offer, we'll not only throw in the John Candy front sweat, but also the Ruben Studderd back sweat. But wait. This is the part that might seal the deal. My hair was in a ponytail with multiple rubber bands down the length (hello 1987, I missed you) and the bottom section was wet, as it had been sashaying flirtatiously back and forth across my the sweaty mass that was my back.
As Russell Crowe said so elegantly in the Gladiator, "Are you not entertained?"
You should be disgusted. As I am. But in a healthy, I can't believe I really did it type way. I gained inspiration from the adrenaline-inducing fight and chase scenes in Casino Royale. I was watching it on my personal DVD. Hey. You do what you've gotta do.
Things to do before next week's 8 mile
1. Watch "8 Mile" so I can finally have something in common with Em. Get me some street cred.
2. Try to ignore the hoods outside the dry cleaner next to the gym who call you Honey when you walk past them into the gym at 10:30pm.
3. Realizing I've lost my street cred by ignoring said hoods, engage in a dance-off.
4. Get thinner thighs or learn to run bow-legged; this chafing thing is an ailment I'll leave to the cowboys.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
My iPod finally came in the mail. My second iPod.
For those who haven't heard the sad, sad story; iPod Uno fell out of my pocket in the driveway one day before work. Then the rains came down and the floods came up and iPod Uno died in a shallow watery grave. For sad.
iPod Dos arrived with little fanfare this afternoon courtesy of FedEx. Returning from Subway (it's Turkey Wednesday people!) I was elated to find the brown box on my desk. I set about immediately trying to unearth the Dos.
No scissors to be found.
Tape is strong! I am not!
Nonetheless, weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth ensured my solid victory.
But really, who do you think invented scissors? A strange question I've never thought about before. Guess I'll go do some investigative journalism and report back.
Until then! Pray that Dos lasts longer than the Uno!
Monday, March 12, 2007
The journals are rather hard to find, but my sister Alaina found one and loved me enough to mail it out.
Today, I realized my count was off. I had to page back through and figure out where I screwed up. LEAP DAY! Argh. I remember what happens day by day (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday) and not numerically (the 22nd, 23rd, 24th). So I kept right on writing through February 29th. Bust.
Nevertheless, I've been good about filling in the days and have all but nine days filled in since the beginning of the year. I'll confess that a week usually passes before I remember to write in the elegantly bound, navy hardcover book. Where my memory is mostly pretty good, I struggle with the "not much happened outside the ordinary" type days. Two of my nine blank pages came from last week. Confession: I actually checked my blog to see if I had written anything of significant occurrence.
And then I realized how much I depend on this blog. Maybe I should get a life. But what's a cool life without a blog to log it?
Friday, March 09, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
To my mom and sisters, I've always been Nettie.
To my dad, I'm Net. Or Netlet.
I think my grandparents are my only family members to use Nat. Even still.
Somewhere in the last five years, my world has fully immersed me as Nat. In fact, I've gotten to the point in certain social circles that I feel strange to hear my full name used by certain people.
As "Nat" is a nickname to the full "Natalie" I was blessed with, and nickname usage usually indicates familiarity, I like when people call me Nat. I feel like we're on a comfortable, familiar level. The people who call me Nat usually know me or something about me that's beyond surface value.
On the flipside, I like when people I'm just meeting take it upon themselves to call me Nat. Sometimes pretending you're better friends than you really are is a good jumpstart to an actual friendship.
There have only been a few times I have not enjoyed being called Nat. And to be honest, I can't remember who/what they even were! So there you go.
For as many people as call me Nat though, there are certain of my besties who still call me Natalie in full, and I kind of like that too. (Mostly it's the very few high school friends I'm still holding on to.)
I've never written my own name/pseudo-name so many times before in such a condensed space. Crazy! And strange.
Long story short. Call me whatever you want.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
A celebration of prime numbers. 03/05/07.
(At least I hope those are all prime numbers. Elsewise this could be a telling post eh? )
So celebrate everything in prime-time style tonight.
What that means? I'm not exactly sure. But Boston has a party for everything else, why not Cinco de Marzo?
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Blah blah blah, time marches on. Now I COULD be kind to myself and skip over the next ten years of awkwardness, but what would be the fun in that?