Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Getting to Know You (Edited)

Given that this is an incredibly new blog by a widely unknown person, I figured it wouldn't hurt to give a little more information about me. This is assuming, of course, that eventually someone will happen upon this who a) isn't The Got, b) isn't related to me, or c) doesn't see me on a regular basis. Anyway, this gives me an opportunity to make a list, which I quite enjoy because I'm able to focus my sugar-addled brain on the little dots. I'm gonna try to stay away from the "I was born in ____; my favorite color is ____" (SC and green, btw) and touch on much more interesting tidbits (I guess that's debatable).

So, without further ado, I give you Natalie: A Bulleted List:
  • I love tacky-ass birds; parrots, flamingos, peacocks = AWESOME! How could anyone hate something that's wearing so many colors?!

Meet Hernando* the Christmas Parrot.

  • I have a very irrational, yet crippling fear of things without bones or feet. This includes snails, leeches, slugs, etc. I'm working on getting over jellyfish and octopusses (octopi?) so as not to have a panic attack and drown while scuba-diving (although they still scare the bejesus out of me).

  • I cannot walk out of the house without having to go back in to get something I forgot...it absolutely never fails.

  • I sing along with the radio. A LOT. This is much to the dismay of at least one person (he has told me often). No one else seems to mind...or they just don't want to hurt my feelings.

  • I used to have two ducks named Dr. Pepper and Bob while living on campus in undergrad. I DO NOT reccommend this! They are stinky and loud and really hard to smuggle out of the apartment without being seen.

  • In kindergarten, I would lag behind after the bus dropped us off at the school and look at all the student artwork in the hallway then stroll into class 10 minutes or so later. I eventually got caught, though it perplexes me that no one came looking for a missing five-year-old sooner than they did. This is probably my first experience with fighting the establishment.

I realize that I've been sitting here for 10 minutes completely spaced out. I'm going to take that as a sign to end this thing while I'm ahead (kinda). While this may not have been the most in-depth list, I feel it gives a nice sneak peak as to what we're dealing with here. If there's something amazing that you can't believe I left out, let me know.

*I had to correct the Christmas Parrot's name...it was not actually Fernando. The "F" just seemed to flow a lot smoother, I guess. Chalk it up to old age. Regardless of his name, he has brought endless joy to the Nat/Got household in many ways, most memorably by enfuriating my boyfriend (at the time) by his sheer existence.

3 comments:

The Got said...

I think that you missed one of the most important and Natalie defining things in your life: you are absolutely and completely incapable of throwing things away. I think that one day you are going to end up on that show Hoarders except instead of sitting in a pile of filth and cats like most people on the show you will be sitting in the middle of the room surrounded by things including but not limited to feathers, sequins, random cans of paint, odd useless furniture(like fish tanks), an assortment of glasses (wine, margarita, pint, champagne flutes, plastic water cups), and a variety of clothing and shoes. In addition, the fridge will be filled with leftovers from meals spanning a good 30 years.

Behind the Couch said...

1. Sequins and feathers are always a good thing to have around. You never know when you'll need to create a flamboyant and gaudy piece of art.
2. The fish tank will be set up one day! Right now it's being used as a dive equipment storage bin (which makes sense when you think about it).
3. You gotta drink out of something. Maybe I don't want to be limited by what I can put beverages in.
4. Why would I throw away clothes and shoes? That's silly.
5. The only things in my fridge now are condiments and beer. I don't have to worry about questionable leftovers anymore.

Debbie said...

Love the name of the blog...that colored bird belongs exactly you know where :-)