Nat Attack is the New BloG

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-270586182009-11-07T16:46:11.392-05:00Nat Attack is the New BloGMore personality than content. Either you know me or you don't, but you keep coming back to celebrate the odd.Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.comBlogger690125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-91852289621033636332009-11-06T15:39:00.010-05:002009-11-06T16:12:28.647-05:00When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May

The wind is out in full force today, seemingly in a hurry to kick Fall out the door and introduce Her Majesty WINTER. The wind, coupled with a general feeling of restlessness is turning my attention to the grand fact that I'll be in Argentina in 2.5 weeks. Hello Southern Hemisphere and the fact that sunny 80-degree days await. The opposite of November is May, and who doesn't love May (or

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-33511552476863896052009-11-06T11:24:00.001-05:002009-11-06T11:26:10.018-05:00I've got the blues.

I miss the tan M&M's. The blues just don't taste the same.

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-72918452134381796182009-11-04T22:47:00.007-05:002009-11-04T23:06:42.143-05:00Why I Believe: The Beginning of a Spiritual Explanation

More often than not, this blog serves as a secular space for the stories, musings, and phrases that strike my fancy at any given moment. In the past three and a half years, I’ve chuckled good-naturedly as I’ve penned embarrassing confessions or delighted in new ways to poke fun at myself. On occasion, I’ve cried tears at life’s confusion or in frustration at my inability to stop the world from

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-71510779633559302112009-11-03T15:15:00.003-05:002009-11-03T15:59:26.653-05:00All around the world statues crumble for me

Today, I tested my geography and felt sorely lacking in my knowledge of the countries of the world. Fifteen minutes, and I could only name 77 of 195 (~40%). When my time was up there were several "duh" countries I missed, but I was pretty maxed out. Here's how I failed:So, without looking at a map, what countries did I miss that you know? Did you fair any better in 15 minutes? Take the quiz here.

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-33264004171426859802009-11-02T11:23:00.003-05:002009-11-02T11:40:42.881-05:00Working the Poll

From a post on August 29, 2009:I think my next poll will attempt to gather the stats on the marital status of my dear readers. If I had to guess now, I'd wager 65/35 in favor of the marrieds, if not higher. Which is odd now that I think about it, since my daily 24/7 is surrounded by single people.Well there you have it. As far as blogs go, married is the new single. Also, I can see the future. Or

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-87904662368041238692009-11-01T22:51:00.005-05:002009-11-01T23:27:54.786-05:00trick her treat

Are you annoyed with photo posts yet? I can't help it. It's the most wonderful time of the year!Presently, I'm laying comatose in my bed. As previously mentioned, I hosted a group of 11 for a church Education Conference this weekend. Pre, during, and post work were more than I cut out for -- but I thrive on stressful challenges. More to come on this weekend, but I wanted to give you a lil sneak

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-40407129866339451362009-10-29T09:59:00.005-05:002009-10-29T10:35:30.878-05:00Rating this month a 10

Last year, I claimed that December is my favorite month of the year. Well watch out 12, there's a new name on the ballot. October has been a whirlwind of visitors, Saturday get-aways, and leaf viewing. One of my major projects has been in QA and development, so I've been working a ton and spent a few quick days in meetings in Portland.Here's a sample of my last week--pretty indicative of how all

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-19775483952586768222009-10-17T23:24:00.008-05:002009-10-17T23:42:49.360-05:00fall: food and photos

Last week it was corn; this week it was pork salads. The day dawned against-all-meteorologist-odds sunny and bright and I knew we couldn't spend the day at home cleaning my room and packing for a whirlwind work trip to Portland, Oreg. tomorrow. Instead, I convinced Colleen to drive to Portland, Maine with me this afternoon for some leaf peeping. And of course I snuck in a trip to good ole Costa

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-57330985037729129932009-10-13T10:16:00.005-05:002009-10-13T10:49:31.699-05:00Children of the Corn

It's raining today. Dreary, windy and wet. (Oh my.) The kind of day that necessitates both rubber boots, an umbrella, and a dedication to your job that forces you to bite the bullet and commute to the office instead of working from bed in your pajamas from 9am-8pm (like you did yesterday).The good news is that this last Saturday was the kind of day that's quintessential New England Fall. The sky

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-19336074013824352282009-10-07T23:18:00.007-05:002009-10-07T23:42:02.157-05:00Dear Mallory

We've watched enough Dance shows since 2007... My lines could be much cleaner and body could have better extension. You however, bring a great personality to your performance, and you were really there for your partner, every step of the way! Yes you were! I think we'd be much more graceful should we give it another go when you come visit again.PS--Thanks for the Cinnamon Satans. I'm embarrassed

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-83352109687732043062009-10-05T14:44:00.006-05:002009-10-05T15:54:20.595-05:00the swine flu, central europe, and you

So it may not have been a tumor, but this morning I discovered that I survived the swine flu outbreak of 2009. In fact, I'm pretty sure I brought it home from Portland post-Kendall's wedding and proceeded to spread it throughout my office. I'm rather persuasive you see.My coworker Heather and I spend quite a bit of time together. We sit feet from each other every day of the week, and oftentimes

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-53868164351361440922009-10-04T22:15:00.007-05:002009-10-05T10:17:08.990-05:00Interview with another lurker

Alternate title: Even though it may have jumped the shark, why I still blogTwo weeks ago, I posted my first interview with a lurker to great fanfare. Within minutes, I had several emails from a few other lurkers removing their cloak of invisibility. The stories and encouragement I'm receiving from perfect strangers was the balm of Gilead to a rather crummy week. People, I may have shed a few

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-56139973906947643652009-10-04T02:13:00.005-05:002009-10-04T02:20:08.739-05:00I once was a baby that looked like a dude

But really, is that a face only a mother could love or what?Also, isn't it fun to see that I started as a natural redhead? Perhaps the year I spent dark was taking it back to my roots.

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-26265803532005844872009-09-30T13:37:00.004-05:002009-09-30T13:53:31.670-05:00Clear!

My family is still fairly young; that's what happens when you're on the front end of the birth order instead of the back. We only have one baby in our family--and she turned three last week. For her birthday last year, I wrote one of my more introspective pieces about change and time and life stages--all of which has proven to be true in the following year!But this isn't a somber, "let's analyze

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-50517909184287550432009-09-30T08:54:00.004-05:002009-09-30T09:10:30.936-05:00uno, dos, tres, catorce

Long story short, I've had the vertigo. Boy howdy, it's not something I'd wish on anyone. Like child birth (I imagine), until you've experienced it yourself, there's really no way to describe it. The chasm between sympathy and empathy has never been greater than on the vertigo front.I had three episodes in five days; bookending the weekend. (Awesome timing btw.) The onset was from 0 to 100 in

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-20298014672794840122009-09-23T15:18:00.004-05:002009-09-23T15:53:57.841-05:00Gimme a {mental} break

Before I continue the parade of lurker interviews, I thought I'd drop in a quick brain dump. It's been awhile, and I've got these things skulking around in the crevices of my mind.Getting back on the "eat less, move more" wagon is such a pain. I swear I never crave Good 'n Plenties until I know I can't eat them.At work, we have all kinds of drinks, snacks, cheeses, fruits, chips, etc. My

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-4239054902028296112009-09-22T10:38:00.011-05:002009-10-04T22:16:29.712-05:00Interview with a lurker

In three and a half years of blogging, one of my consistent themes has been my fascination with blog lurking. Everyone does it, right? --use the world wide web to skulk around in someone's not-so-private private life. Lurkers are passive, but typically avid, readers. They don't comment or participate in viral dialogue, but they're there. Creeping along. Like creepers do. Poll results show that

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-6833446012366770632009-09-21T14:49:00.008-05:002009-09-21T15:13:35.101-05:00ick-be-gone

Every time someone utters the word "ick" I share an internal giggle with myself. You see, in the Fall of 2000, my roommates and I found ourselves embroiled in a prank war with an apartment of boys in our ward. Save the time we poured liquid dish washing detergent in their dishwasher, most of the pranks involved food:* A hair dryer blowing flour into a hallway vent from the lobby* Watermelons

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-78162195759805412812009-09-20T13:18:00.004-05:002009-09-20T13:51:06.866-05:00Where I hang my hat

I don't know that I've ever explained my roommate situation. Linda and I were second-tier friends from the time I first arrived in Boston nearly three (wow!) years ago. We bumped up our commitment level one year and twenty days ago when we moved in together and created a home.Without getting to sappy or ridiculously cheesy, Linda is probably the best roommate I've ever had. (Don't worry, I've

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-55118776098222658322009-09-15T17:13:00.005-05:002009-09-15T17:29:53.546-05:00not so heavenly ham

Some would consider waking to the smell of simmering meat celestial. I can firmly attest however, it is most definitely in the terrestrial realm. In your head it sounds all well and good but in practicality just isn't what it's cracked up to be.By a series of unfortunate events, a crock pot with a pork roast was started in our house at 9PM last night. The roast, marinated and bathing with three

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-52693467259210778882009-09-14T23:02:00.005-05:002009-09-14T23:18:53.720-05:00cure to the monday blues

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-38626234750185927772009-09-10T13:48:00.015-05:002009-09-10T16:03:20.799-05:00may you rest from your labors

This last weekend, I squared off against social anxiety and punched it clean in the face. As previously mentioned, I found myself on the receiving end of a 3-day adventure to a lakeside cabin in New Hampshire with a group out of NYC. Typically known as a planner 'round my own parts, it was a joy to ride the logistical coat tails of an activity--and a behemoth one at that.Check it: 46 people (a

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-90656594202295248402009-09-09T23:23:00.005-05:002009-09-09T23:58:23.941-05:00Open, Shut Them

I've been thinking quite a bit about the idea of doors and windows lately. There's a Primary song called "Open, Shut Them" (give a little clap clap clap? no? am I making this up?) and I feel like I've been dancing around this tune most of the year.This year, I've developed a routine. I'll head down a path I'm convinced will lead somewhere specific but will abruptly hit a massive roadblock that

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-82544851016204523292009-09-09T12:05:00.001-05:002009-09-09T12:06:51.388-05:00incestuous

Nat Attackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04165394783070027371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27058618.post-15005323063629137952009-09-07T23:30:00.001-05:002009-09-07T23:32:19.976-05:00happy labor day!

[stay tuned for more NH joy]

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