A Poem For Bethany Klotz

From my eye rolls a tiny baby tear,
as it seems only last year
My friend Bethany and I were in the sorority house
Getting yelled at by Beetlejuice to be quiet as a mouse.
When we went to Fiji Island, she went with her now husband
but kissed a different very large, chubby man.
Our shenanigans with friends continued through the year,
Missing a night at Bogie's because of a test was our only fear.
Months later Bethany confessed
and her true love for Robert she did profess.
Her wedding in NOLA was amazingly fun,
and of course, she missed her plane for her honeymoon in the sun.
Now my friend is married with a job,
Oh the good old days make my heart sob.
But Miss B is more advanced than me,
not only does she have a degree,
but she's bought a house to make her own
Oh, Lil Bethany Ruth, you have grown.

Congrats! XOXO

Whine and wine

Sitting with my friend, "Bitsy," who is giving advice, as she has suffered through a quarter-life crisis only to emerge skinner with a higher alcohol tolerance. Bitsy and I sit, single, watching the First Wives Club, talking about cat breeds while enjoying cucumber salad. Ok, so not all of that is true, but I'll leave it up to you to decide.

I told Bitsy that I could not go out because I need to exercise and chill. I am chilling and drinking. That has to be some kind of arm workout, right? Typing? Maybe my fingers will get skinny. Bitsy, ever insightful, just pointed out that raising the glass was a workout.

Our topic tonight is whining about the quarter-life over wine. White is our variety tonight with both wine and men. In fact today I saw two potential bachelors falter. One was just meant to be a friend- "good fella." The other is almost 30 and still breaking pinky promises. When are guys going to grow up? Are they old and saggy by that point? Don't get me wrong, I like to be an older man's princess, but I am not down to pull an Anna Nicole. Look how she ended up (R.I.P. ANS). More to the point, when do WE have to grow up?

Bitsy, thanks for the guest blogging. You are so domesticated, and I can only hope to one day steal your recipes and organize my life and closet.

XOXO

Quarter-life Crisis Revelations

In less than two months, I will turn 25. I am only looking forward to the presents because I really could use some extra cash. Nothing else. Sometimes I think I might have missed some sweet opportunities between 22-25... because of career building, laziness, or fear. Am I where I should be? I can only hope so, but there's a lot I want to do, and a career I need to build. Being responsible sucks.

So I am going through a sort of quarterlife crisis. Fear not, family,I will emerge as an older, wiser, hot mess. Here are some random quarter-life thoughts...

- I LIKE to stay at home on some Friday nights and watch lifetime. Does this mean I am turning into a cat lady?

- I don't want to change windshield wipers or do handy man jobs. . Am I going to find someone who can deal with me AND do all the handy man stuff? Start the novenas and roasries, ladies.

- When am I going to take a year off to Europe? Did that boat already pass? I thought a European prince was going to whisk me off my feet?

- This economy is doing nothing for my age. Getting older used to mean more experience and money.

- Does family ever stop lecturing? Probably not.

- Am I a girl not yet a woman? Or am I a woman? Brittney Spears, please advise!

- My friends have babies... that were PLANNED.

- It was SO much easier to lose weight at 21. All I had to do was cough.

- It was SO much easier to go out a few nights in a row at 21.

- Studying for grad school + working + having a life = sucks... Ahh It's time to focus on the "career path."

- Life's too short to make bad decisions- or is it? Do I need to have concrete plans right now for my next ten? OR is it better not to? Hmmm....

24... almost 25... kinda stuck in the middle (without you)

That's all.

Who Dat Nat: Follow This...

Who Dat Nat: Follow This...: "To know me is to love me... or not. Here's the deal, I do social media. I fell into it or maybe it fell into me. Or maybe I was struggling ..."

Follow This...

To know me is to love me... or not. Here's the deal, I do social media. I fell into it or maybe it fell into me. Or maybe I was struggling in this oh- so - wonderful economy after finishing up Teach For America, and learning social media was my key to the promised land of salary + benefits. Either way, here I am and here we are. I realize to come full circle with this social media thing, I need a blog.

I was going to make a new years resolution: To do and record at least one good deed a day and blog my experience for the feel gooders out there. Great idea. BUT I forgot about it, so we'll save that for 2011.

Luckily I have a lot to say, and I'm funny. If you don't think so, then you probably shouldn't be reading this.

I also have a lot of misadventures that turn into fabulous stories. My mom calls me a jinx sometimes. Of course the time I get in a wreck, I'm wearing boxer shorts, a t-shirt featuring the mascot of the elementary school where I taught, and no bra. (I'm not an A either, kids, you could tell.) Of course I had a boyfriend who broke up with me when I found him creating a match.com profile. Of course I broke my leg at a costume sorority party when I lived on the second floor of the KD house. Of course. Only me.

So here it is... my personal blog. So follow this...

Unless you have a queasy stomach cause I'm really honest and often have diarrhea of the mouth.

And you can check it out on twitter too @nataliehymel