Hi! I’m back.

I fed some squirrels yesterday.

I'm not in the business of feeding squirrels, but I felt compelled for two reasons: 1) I had some vegetable scraps on hand, and my chicken wasn't interested. Rather than have them go to waste, I thought, 'Hey, why not feed some squirrels?' 2) About 10 minutes earlier, I caught the squirrels having a damn picnic in our vegetable garden, so I thought, 'Maybe if they're full of grocery store vegetable scraps, they won't eat my precious garden vegetables.'

I didn't race out of bed this morning to write about squirrels though.

I graduated from college almost five years ago (wow!) and have started approximately, oh, I don't know, 537ish blogs since then. I create them. I start writing a post. It's crap. I scrap it. I move on with my life.

Blogging was a huge part of my college experience. It was rare for me to go a whole day without posting, even if just to share a quick tidbit about how good my lunch was or how terribly the Gators played yesterday. Some of my posts were longer and delved deeper into the minutiae of my everyday life - the little details that seemed so important at the time.

When you're in college, life is weird. You're in this microcosm. It's a giant melting pot of strange crammed into a (comparatively) small town ripe with bars and bad decisions. And it gets even more crowded during football season. (Though, not nearly as crowded as it did during the Gators' glory days. Damn fair weather fans.)There's so much blogging material. The people are weird. The days are long. There's time. There's drama. There's so much uncertainty.

And that's why I've had so much trouble breaking back into the blogosphere. As it turns out, a full-time job will keep you much busier than a schedule full of online classes. But that wasn't the only issue...I'm not cynical anymore. I'm not dating. I'm not unemployed. I'm not moving from one apartment to another, cycling through roommates like they're going out of style.

It's kind of hard to be funny when you're happy.

I don't have a lot of complaints. Earlier this year, I married my best friend. We both have stable careers. We own a home together. We have an incredible dog and the sweetest little chicken. (Well, not 'little.' She's actually quite large.)

What is there to complain about? What is there to blog about? My life is pretty stable.

I'm not complaining. What I'm actually doing is making excuses. I'm a writer who hasn't written for years. (Well, not for myself anyway.) The point is this: I don't know if I have time for this. I don't know if it'll be funny. I don't know if anyone will read this. But hey, let's give it a shot; shall we?

Hi. I'm Natalie. This is my blog. Sometimes the material won't be so riveting, but that won't keep me from writing about the squirrels.