Today, I became internet famous

Little me (well, actually, large me) had her picture posted on NBA.com. Basically I should have a reality show called “Nat Your Average Girl” I promise I JUST made that up. It’s good tho, right!?

Here is my claim to fame, in all of its bat-winged glory:

This would be me, shimmying away with my freshly-ordered (from here) Ed Davis face tee. Hat tip to David for procuring such a fine article.

You see, Ed Davis and I go waaaaay back. Back to a simpler time. When people said what they meant and meant what they said. I’m talking about October, 2015.

I knew I liked Ed from the get-go. Not only did he sport my mother’s maiden name on the back of his jersey, but he had that special something. Was it the amazing hair? The cheeky smile? I don’t think I’ll ever know.

What I do know is this: Ed, you HUSTLE after that basketball. You grab those rebounds with a tenacity no other player could possess. You do us proud. And you deserve a shirt with your face on it.

So thanks Ed. Thanks basketball. And thank you to all my loyal fans. Me and my shirt will not let you down.

To see the whole game day gallery, click here.


Hahahaaa this post is going to have nothing to do with nature. But it makes for a nice title. Also, most of the topics I have to share I saw while I was outside. So, basically, nature.

First off – I got a new job! Raspberries! I do however, work in a new part of town so I am now a chic commuter:




My walks around the city have been blissful, as of late. There’s the man on the corner wearing disposable hospital pants, the cute old couple sharing a single petite vanilla bean scone from Starbucks and giant, life-sized photos of the Blazers.


Me favorite player, Ed(wardo) Davis

One afternoon, on my leisurely lunch-walk, I happened upon a gorgeously renovated old building. So I peered into the window…


Interesting, I thought. A museum of course! But then, I looked up:


Notice the wide open doors on a cold, dreary day. I could almost feel Tom Cruise and John Travolta, in all their weirdness. CAH-REEPY.

Another day, I went to the historic and beautiful Pittock Mansion.

Pittock Mansion in the Mist

Such a photog

The grounds are just gorgeous and the tour is exactly as I remembered it as an awkward 7th grader.





And lastly, my little seester graduation from Correctional Officer School! AND she was the top student in her class #danielsonpride.



I got a lot of crap for posing like this.

And of course, here are a couple Tates. Hope you enjoy!




The Sports Fan

There are basically two kinds of girls.

  1. Girls who do not like sports
  2. Girls who do not like sports but pretend to like sports

Okaaaaaaaaaaay I know there are some girls who would claim they love to watch sports. But to those girls, I say this: Would you pick a football game over  Kardashian marathon? – OR – How much of what you like about sports is the attention it brings you? How much of what you like about sports is the fact that guys may think you are a “cool chick who can hang with the guys”? REALLY tho. How much?

I have basically always been Girl 1. Kinda like Amy Schumer in Trainwreck…

“I don’t know why we treat these athletes like heroes just ‘cause they can skate fast or kick a ball in a net. I just think it’s weird. No offense. I just think that sports are stupid and anyone who likes them is just a lesser person.” 

HA. The Schums. So funny.

But anyways. I hate to say it guys, but I am kinda Girl 3 now! I KNOW. I like sports. I like several different sports. I like watching the pros. I like watching college. I like to watch those Curling guys in crazy pants rub the ground with that sweeper thingy. I just do. And I’m not hiding it.

I will admit there are several caveats to this bold proclamation, however. Just like selecting the perfect color of blush, I am PICKY. And really, I only care about certain teams. And heeeeeeeeeeere they are (cue Jock Jams).

Portland Timbers


Who knew soccer could be so action packed!? Lord almighty. I used to always be able to count on three things to put me sleep: This Old House, graham crackers and milk and soccer games. Since moving to Portland, it has been hard to avoid the Timbers fans, or ARMY as they’re locally known as.


And after going to a game (which was AWESOME) and following them on TV – yep, I’m, hooked. These trim young men in green and gold have captured my heart. And really, anytime SINGING is encouraged at a sporting event YOU KNOW I’m there.



Portland Trailblazers


This one was inevitable. Unlike soccer, basketball is played indoors and y’all know how indoorsy I am. Going to my first Blazers game a couple weeks ago was just EPIC. I had my shirt, hat, bag-o-Skittles and an absolute HUGE grin on my face the whole time. The Blazers have been around FOREVER and it is just too fun to have a pro basketball team in the city I live in!



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But of course, I am a Seattlite, and a Hawk thru and thru. This season has been a bit interesting but nothing and noone could take away the love I feel for the Hawks. I actually get excited for Seahawks games and feel very real anxiety during high-pressure situations. Portland is fairly supportive of the fact that I bleed blue and green and it feels just great to be in such a Seahawks-friendly place.

SO there you have it. I like sports. It’s real. And I’m proud of it.