All I do is win

Because let's face it.

I'm a winner.

My secret to success?

So I was totally joking about the whole winning thing.

I very rarely win things.

I'm usually dead last.

I'm not even slightly motivated to work in order to win things.

I feel like I can't, so I don't try.

Talk about a messed up mindset, huh?

That's why I've decided to tack on a new resolution.

I think I can handle more than one.

At least I sure hope so, otherwise this whole winning thing is gonna be a big challenge.

Anyways, what brought about this desire to be better is the fact that everyday for the past week this has been my daily routinue:

1. Wake up

2. Watch TV

3. Take a nap on the couch

4. Consider getting dressed around 3 pm (generally decide against it)

5. Watch more TV

6. Hang out with Keegan

7. Play on my tablet

8. Sleep.

Talk about being a bum.

I'm pretty sure actual bums do more in a day than I've done in the past week.

My life is sad.

Which is why, I'm going to work to accomplish more every day and be more fit.

Now considering I've only ever worked out through dance, I'm not going to make any unrealistic promises to myself to exsercise. However, changing nothing about my daily routinue (other than quitting dance) I've managed to lose 15 pounds. So lets imagine where I could be if I actually put in some effort.

Here's to being a more productive version of myself.

Now, who's with me?

Take some back roads..

..because you just may find yourself.

I'm gonna let you all in on a secret of mine.

Shh

Now, don't go tellin' anyone.

Whenever I'm feeling a little down, I hop in my truck and drive with no end destination in sight.

It helps me think.

It makes me feel in control.

And I get to listen to my favorite songs for a few hours.

Nothing can calm me down the way a good drive can.

Me and driving are practically made for each other.

Well, ne and just about a trillion other people.

But that's beside the point.

I like driving past trains and looking at how they seem to stand still when they're passing you by.

I love seeing the houses that people call their homes.

I find it fascinating to observe my fellow drivers, but I really love when the road is all mine.

I really enjoy getting myself lost and finding my way home.

I love driving on dirt roads.

I especially like driving with my windows down.

However and wherever I choose to drive are beside the point, what matters is that I'm driving.

{PS. Sorry planet Earth for all the emissions caused by me and my aimless drives.}

Next time you're feeling out of control and in need of a pick me up, take a nice, long drive.

It can work some wonders on your mood.

Sharing is caring

Hello Wednesday.

It's been a while.

7 days if you wanna get specific.

But really, who's counting?

Today you people are in for a rare treat, I'm feeling like sharing.

This wonderful giveaway I just stumbled on that is.

Seriously go check it out.

You won't be sorry you did.

Seriously, if anyone I know wins this, I would die. 

Speaking of cameras.. And things I would die about.

Let's talk obsessions.

Because being honest, I'm an obsession expert.

When I like something, I don't just like, I obsess.

Now that we know this, lets begin.

1. My new used-but-new-to-me Polaroid instant camera.

{My favorite christmas present from my boy}

Only problem is, the film is going to make me broke.

Just google how much it costs.

Then when your jaw comes off the ground return to this blog.

I'm so scared to use it, I've only taken two pictures.

 I've also been running around with an old Canon film camera from my Grandpa.

Seriously, I feel silly for letting them sit untouched for so long.

It rocks.

I love taking pictures.

Even if my only subject is my very uncooperative dog.

2. My Sparkle Toms

(Sorry to steal your obsession Erin, but these are an excellent obsession that we happen to share)

I have two pairs.

Black and silver.

These babies hardly ever leave my feet.

3. My Jon Hart tote bag

Let's talk about how adorable this is.

I can't wait to pack stuff in it and tote it around with me

4. Lastly, my Pandora bracelet

A christmas gift from my mom.

I'm seriously obsessed.

This is what it looks like now thanks to the very generous gift card from my dad.

And yes, that is a cow, an elephant, and a giraffe.

So precious.

Now get off the internet and go find some obsessions of your own.

Bye dearies.



Bark

Wuddup.

It's Tuesday.

You know what that means?

...

Well me either.

I definitely had a planned post for today, but then I got a different idea.

I'm sitting here watchin bones with my brother, just having a nice Tuesday afternoon.

And then BAM.

Whaddyaknow.

Inspiration.

I know you've all seen those commercials with Sarah McLachlan singing "Angel" encouraging you to donate money to save all those sad little puppies.

And I also know you've all sad there with a look like this stuck on your face

Don't lie.

That's how you all look.

Or maybe you change the channel.

Either is reasonable.

Well those commercials always make me just want to pick up those poor doggies and hold them.

So, I did the only thing I knew to do.

Convinced Keegan to take me to the SPCA and let me see all the dogs.

Seriously, it was one of the most fun things I've done in a long time.

We walked through all the rooms of dogs and pet each and every one of them paying extra special attention to the ones that looked sad.

I already have two dogs at home, but after seeing a few of them I was so tempted to take some home.

My favorites were a boxer mix puppy named Princess, a boxer named who was a few months old and very friendly, and a lab named Smokey who was about a year and so playful.

I'm the dummy who forgot my camera when we went otherwise there would be millions of pictures right where this sentence is.

But seriously, if you're ever bored this is my recommendation.

Get in the car.

Drive to an animal shelter.

Look at the dogs.

You'll fall in love.

PS. To all of my new followers, you rock. I'm so excited to have you!

This was me when I logged on and saw you



Pie and plans

Hello cutie pies

Hah! Get it? It's a pie. Psh, I crack myself up.
Ok lets get serious bros.

Yesterday I made the resolution to commit to this poor, neglected blog, but en I realized I
will never be able to stick to it without a plan. Then as I was thinking of stuff to write about I thought I would tell all of you of my plan that way you people can hold me accountable. 

Here goes:

1. Be more organized

when it comes to school work or any other responsiblities I am the most organized person in the world. When it comes to blogging I am all over the
 place. I never know what I want to say  and I am really bad at rambling so Im going to plan my blog posts. I think for me this will be an easy way to stay on track.

2. Participate in link ups

I love linking up to other peoples blogs and particpating in these makes me happy and gives me focus in my posts. This leads me to numero 3

3. Get the word out about my blog
When I started my blog I had unrealistic expectations about how quickly it would grow. I read stories of other blogs and how they had over 300 followers within just a month or two. I always wondered how they got so much following so quickly and then I realized it's because they got their name out there and they made people notice them.
So I feel that by participating in link up parties, blogging more regularly, and occasionally purchasing ad space on other blogs I can get the following I always hoped I'd have when I started.

I'm sure as soon as I post this I'm going to think of other ways in which I can stick to my resolution this year, but I'm far too excited to go play with my new Polaroid camera!

Adios!

New Year, Fresh Start

Well it's 2012.
For those of you who are still reading or those of you who stumble upon this blog I want to wish you all a great year. I hope 2011 was good to you and I hope the new year brings you many moments of laughter. Now, lets get down to what I want to talk about.

As anyone who follows this blog may know, I have a problem with starting projects, getting really excited about them, and then forgetting them very quickly. That's what happened here considering my last post was ages ago.


As 2011 comes to an end, this is pretty much how I'm feeling about my life at the moment. I've been a train wreck for the past month and this needs some fixin. I'm not a person who gives much thought to resolutions, but this year there are many things I want to change. Most of them aren't big, just small things that will make my daily life run more smoothly and make me much happier.

However, I, Natalie, am hereby resolving to stop giving up on things that I start. I am going to commit. Get excited blog.
We are about to have some fun.

Happy New Years sweet things.
It's time to kick 2012's booty.

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Home for the Turkey Day

Hello hello.

After spending the larger part of today on an airplane I have some news to report.

The first bit is I made it safely home (hooray!) and I am blogging from my awesome bed in my even awesomer room (bigger hooray!).

{Image via Google Images}

The next pieces of news aren't so much news as things I observed today that should not be done in an airport.

One.

After you make it through airport security, please put your shoes back on your feet.

It is unacceptable to roam around a public place in your socks. Even if they are turkey socks in the spirit of the holiday. It's even more inappropriate to go into the bathroom wearing said socks. Ick.

Two.

Letting your children run down the little hallway thingy that leads to the plane (I have no idea what these are called..) is not ok. They will inevitably trip and fall and land flat on their face. Then I will inevitably laugh and make myself seem like a terrible person for laughing at children.

Three.

Picking your nose. It's not really ok in any public place. But airports especially. Thats right. I saw you, dude. Now, I understand that sometimes you just really got to take care of some business up there but you know that everyone in airports are watching other people, so if you get the urge just go to the bathroom, go in a stall, and use some toilet paper. This way no one will judge you.

Four.

Shouting into your phone for twenty plus minutes. I'm sorry, but let's be honest. No one other than your mother cares that you didn't get the lead role in your musical. Please keep these heartbreaking stories to yourself and not yell them in my ear. It would be greatly appreciated. You seemed like a really nice person, but I was really wanting to sit on your face because my eardrums were hurting.

Also, let me just note. Southwest has the funniest flight attendants. Seriously! Every time I get on the plane and they're giving me the safety information, I'm cracking up. I probably look like a huge dork and maybe some one is writing a blog post about how laughing hysterically at emergency exits and overhead compartments is not acceptable. I understand. I would too, if I were you. But I am not so I shall continue laughing my booty off until someone turns around and tells me to shut up, and even then I probably won't.

Now that we have learned these lessons it's time for us all to go to sleep.

Night dawgs.