Of Rainy Saturdays and Fat Cats

If there’s one thing I can say about my body, it’s that I have one hell of an internal clock. It’s a blessing because my alarm on weekdays is essentially a failsafe in case I don’t wake up in time. On the other hand, I rarely can sleep past 8a on weekends. Today it’s not so bad as I have to be somewhere at 10a, but on days when I have nothing to do, it can be a bit of a bummer. So here I sit looking out at the rain and writing. And my boyfriend’s (very large) cat just darted across the room for no apparent reason. How’s your Saturday morning so far?

I’m one of those people who loves rain. I’ve always found that to be rare, especially in this part of the world. I joke that I should’ve lived in Seattle or London, somewhere it rains a lot more regularly. (Though, fun fact, Atlanta actually gets more rainfall per year than either of those two last I saw). I’m not big into outdoor activities and rain makes a nice backdrop. It’s soothing, reflective, and conducive to naps. Naps are always a good life choice.

I introduced the blog on Wednesday, so how about a little bit more about me? I’m sure I have some new readers and might as well get everyone up to speed. I love to write, though I don’t read nearly as much as I’d like any more. I love to laugh and make people laugh. I’m fiercely loyal to the people I love. I swear like a sailor and Audrey Hepburn is inspiring my style right now. I’m willing to try pretty much anything once from skydiving to weird seafood. I haven’t traveled much, but I love the idea of seeing the world and stalk the Facebook albums of my frequently traveling friends. When I was 9, I wanted to be a drag queen. My parents had a great time explaining why that wouldn’t work. I still have an affection for sequins and over the top dresses. I’m trained in ballet, jazz, and modern and I still dance recreationally. I played the flute for 9 years, but never got very good because I was only doing it since my best friend was. I’ve known my best friend for 23 years and she had her first baby, my “niece”, last August. My babies have 4 legs and tails, a pair of black cats named Chloe and Maggie. I volunteer at a no kill cat shelter and sitting in the kitten room for an hour or so will cure all my ills. I could live quite happily as a vegetarian if it weren’t for Chick-fil-a. I like to create things. I know how to knit, crochet, I’ve made my own jewelry, and I can hand sew decently. Only my boyfriend and my coworkers and boss (and even then, not all of them) call me by my given name. I’ve always had at least 2 nicknames at any given point in my life. I worked with my dad for a while and part of me would panic when he would introduce me by my real name. That’s how things roll in our house. Perhaps that shed a little light on the girl behind the keyboard.

Enjoy the weather, whatever that may be, & Happy Star Wars / Kentucky Derby day!