<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097</id><updated>2011-08-30T04:11:35.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-3467140698016475207</id><published>2010-11-26T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:58:08.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PABLO PICASSO</title><content type='html'>Pablo Manuel Tejada Bassols is the best brother-in-law I have ever had in my whole life. Nick Smith is also awesome. But he isn't standing right here, hovering over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy freaking thanskgiving, ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-3467140698016475207?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3467140698016475207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=3467140698016475207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3467140698016475207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3467140698016475207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2010/11/pablo-picasso.html' title='PABLO PICASSO'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-2428061212464595312</id><published>2009-08-31T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:39:26.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new apartment</title><content type='html'>In case you care, here are pictures of my new apartment in Greensboro. I found the most fantastic one bedroom on the second floor of an old cute house in the historic district. Best part is, I can practically see the science building from my living room window. I'm still working on getting furniture, but it's coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBcz1LaNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WhqKf3oBcFA/s1600-h/bedroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBcz1LaNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WhqKf3oBcFA/s400/bedroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376244018378926290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBcQKk8-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/KgBm72epgSA/s1600-h/living+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBcQKk8-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/KgBm72epgSA/s400/living+room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376244008805004258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBb-wan-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/AJ5swWyIvDg/s1600-h/bar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBb-wan-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/AJ5swWyIvDg/s400/bar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376244004131872738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBbiwtW5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/dF8X_nikbsw/s1600-h/kitchen2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBbiwtW5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/dF8X_nikbsw/s400/kitchen2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376243996616907666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBbLBgsHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NjigpSF_o64/s1600-h/kitchen1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBbLBgsHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NjigpSF_o64/s400/kitchen1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376243990244929650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxCmYnbYkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uaSfvIo9tqE/s1600-h/bathroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxCmYnbYkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uaSfvIo9tqE/s400/bathroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376245282383815234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I'm actually quite proud of: A giant poster (50 sheets of paper) of the Hawthorne bridge in Portland. Nick showed me this website that makes giant rastersized versions of pictures for free. Check it out: http://homokaasu.org/rasterbator/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxCm6Ox66I/AAAAAAAAAWE/lEXSbllokTY/s1600-h/bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxCm6Ox66I/AAAAAAAAAWE/lEXSbllokTY/s400/bridge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376245291407240098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-2428061212464595312?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2428061212464595312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=2428061212464595312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2428061212464595312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2428061212464595312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-apartment.html' title='My new apartment'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SpxBcz1LaNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WhqKf3oBcFA/s72-c/bedroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-2176435571674979124</id><published>2009-08-31T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:25:52.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Greensboro, NC...eventually</title><content type='html'>Natalie and I left Utah and drove 9ish hours to Rapid City, SD. We got to see Mount Rushmore, the beloved "Shrine of Democracy." Natalie got a real kick out of that distinction. I would say that Mount Rushmore is equal parts bizarre and jaw-dropping. Why the heck somebody would want to risk their lives hovering at the edge of a cliff in order to carve some dead guys' mugs into a giant rock is beyond me. Natalie and I feigned enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9jnEgWRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/d6YTUZ8qDpQ/s1600-h/kt+rushmore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9jnEgWRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/d6YTUZ8qDpQ/s400/kt+rushmore.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239737166125330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9jI6qvwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Y7CrqEziSII/s1600-h/nat+rushmore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9jI6qvwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Y7CrqEziSII/s400/nat+rushmore.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239729071800066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SD, we headed to St. Paul, MN to see Lachelle, Nick, Keety, and Lola. No, this stop was not really on the way, but it was the highlight of our trip. We got to spend about 5 days with the fam and had a great time. Natalie bonded with Lola. I yelled at Keyton for standing on top of the car. He didn't really seem to care. That was kind of a theme for the whole week, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9kq8bv5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/DV075Z2qGjU/s1600-h/keytoncar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9kq8bv5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/DV075Z2qGjU/s400/keytoncar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239755385880466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9kGC679I/AAAAAAAAAUs/7R9bpM1Z0-Y/s1600-h/nat+lola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9kGC679I/AAAAAAAAAUs/7R9bpM1Z0-Y/s400/nat+lola.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239745480978386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the zoo, sitting on top of a giant pig. How precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw_IWWwCZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Tw0VA81XMwo/s1600-h/grouppig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw_IWWwCZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Tw0VA81XMwo/s400/grouppig.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376241467846035858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was August 9th, and we had an early celebration. Nick bought me a giant cheesecake from Costco. Lola wanted in on the frosting action. Smart baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw_IyMvzwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-X3c00hcRH8/s1600-h/bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw_IyMvzwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-X3c00hcRH8/s400/bday.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376241475320270594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other events, Nick sat on top of Keyton. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw_JZHHafI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1fZzG-_NLhI/s1600-h/nickkeyton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw_JZHHafI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1fZzG-_NLhI/s400/nickkeyton.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376241485765634546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-2176435571674979124?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2176435571674979124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=2176435571674979124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2176435571674979124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2176435571674979124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/destination-greensboro-nceventually.html' title='Destination: Greensboro, NC...eventually'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw9jnEgWRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/d6YTUZ8qDpQ/s72-c/kt+rushmore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-4845974198570592736</id><published>2009-08-31T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:10:10.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Provo, UT</title><content type='html'>So, in case you don't know, I moved to Greensboro, NC for graduate school. And my moved I mean drove. My dear boyfriend-slave Mike volunteered to drive with me to Provo to pick up Natalie, who accompanied me on the remainder of the trip. We left bright and early for Utah, and I thought about bagging the whole grad school idea when my alarm went off at 3:30am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw7YCy5J7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/i9n6CHgCOgk/s1600-h/early.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw7YCy5J7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/i9n6CHgCOgk/s400/early.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237339426760626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I had a great time, though. Clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw7XkSq8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aJpdp6nvZao/s1600-h/crazydriving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw7XkSq8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aJpdp6nvZao/s400/crazydriving.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237331238547714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Utah, Natalie took us out to Cafe Rio...I think that's what it's called. It's the place I remember Janelle always talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw7YeAm2VI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AUqTBBif0FQ/s1600-h/mexicanfood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw7YeAm2VI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AUqTBBif0FQ/s400/mexicanfood.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237346732038482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mike, for helping me with this part of the drive. Without you, I probably would've fallen asleep at the wheel and wound up in a ditch somewhere in Idaho. That would have really sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-4845974198570592736?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4845974198570592736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=4845974198570592736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4845974198570592736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4845974198570592736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/destination-provo-ut.html' title='Destination: Provo, UT'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Spw7YCy5J7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/i9n6CHgCOgk/s72-c/early.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-6861435156938942356</id><published>2009-01-19T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:51:06.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with Olympians</title><content type='html'>Meet Kara Goucher and Amy Yoder-Begley. Here they are at the 2009 Olympic trials after qualifying in the 10k. Amy is the one on the far left, and Kara is in the middle. (The other fast skinny lady is Shalane Flanagan, the American record holder in the 5k and the 10k.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SXTzUbFbZSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/G1-_mI-Nmag/s1600-h/kara%2BAmy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SXTzUbFbZSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/G1-_mI-Nmag/s400/kara%2BAmy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293122994260632866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's a video of me racing Kara and Amy, the aforementioned Olympians. Look for me at the start, then 9 minutes later when Kara Goucher laps me during her finish, and then 50 seconds later when I finally finish. I'm in the black uniform all the way on the right in the front row. This was quite the experience of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.ooyala.com/player.js?width=480&amp;height=360&amp;embedCode=tpaTZhOjMafw_MJngGvyvbx7w1GUjIHs"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video goes along nicely with my other documented Kara Goucher encounter. Here we are hanging out at the Olympic Trials in Eugene last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SXTzTh-RnVI/AAAAAAAAATI/yT1ut4zL56s/s1600-h/CIMG2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SXTzTh-RnVI/AAAAAAAAATI/yT1ut4zL56s/s400/CIMG2692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293122978929810770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Amy and Kara must have felt after beating me in the 3k. Nobody was expecting such a slaughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SXTzUyt75OI/AAAAAAAAATY/Hudv6vCrzE8/s1600-h/jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SXTzUyt75OI/AAAAAAAAATY/Hudv6vCrzE8/s400/jumping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293123000604550370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-6861435156938942356?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6861435156938942356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=6861435156938942356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/6861435156938942356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/6861435156938942356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2009/01/running-with-olympians.html' title='Running with Olympians'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SXTzUbFbZSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/G1-_mI-Nmag/s72-c/kara%2BAmy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-8865638241125411419</id><published>2009-01-10T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:20:01.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiffer!</title><content type='html'>Mike Swiffers the ceiling. What a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4T4aFkeK7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4T4aFkeK7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-8865638241125411419?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8865638241125411419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=8865638241125411419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8865638241125411419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8865638241125411419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2009/01/swiffer.html' title='Swiffer!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-1560422207339647617</id><published>2008-11-16T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:08:50.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Go away blue shark!"</title><content type='html'>Keyton likes to have his turn reading scriptures. See his blog for the entire blue shark story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhMB-qx1vDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhMB-qx1vDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-1560422207339647617?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1560422207339647617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=1560422207339647617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/1560422207339647617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/1560422207339647617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-away-blue-shark.html' title='&quot;Go away blue shark!&quot;'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-5850100610907683507</id><published>2008-11-11T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:02:05.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby Bet</title><content type='html'>As we all know, Lachelle is due to have a baby pretty much any day now. She is, as they say, a ticking time bomb....of joy! Her actual due date is Thursday, Nov. 13th. But, will little Baby Sister come that day? Will she come sooner? Later? Who knows! Natalie, Mike, and I have decided to make a bet: whoever guesses closest to the actual hour that the baby is brought into this world is the winner. The two losers must make the winner a Baby Bet Dinner of their choice, and, as Natalie suggested, a Baby Bet dessert if the winner so desires it. Here are the guesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Friday, 11:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: Friday at 12:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Friday at 1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lachelle, if you really love me, you'll have your baby sometime between 1am and 11:59am on Friday. Come on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRp8-OwArtI/AAAAAAAAATA/9cnlv8FJxWE/s1600-h/brit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRp8-OwArtI/AAAAAAAAATA/9cnlv8FJxWE/s400/brit.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267660122716417746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-5850100610907683507?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5850100610907683507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=5850100610907683507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5850100610907683507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5850100610907683507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-bet.html' title='The Baby Bet'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRp8-OwArtI/AAAAAAAAATA/9cnlv8FJxWE/s72-c/brit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-8691925083168517568</id><published>2008-11-11T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:00:55.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I haven't really done much for Halloween in years, unless you count sitting on the couch in the dark (scary!) watching the first half of Hostel. (The movie is so sick and deeply disturbing there's really no need to watch more than that.) This year I went for the double whammy: I carved pumpkins AND dressed up! Here's me holding my pumpkin, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpwUIjBxVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nuNkF-Ai0ek/s1600-h/katiepumpkin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpwUIjBxVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nuNkF-Ai0ek/s400/katiepumpkin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267646205357311314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone identify this molecule? It's everyone's favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpwUn5SyJI/AAAAAAAAASY/rnOSTTFBgVk/s1600-h/DNA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpwUn5SyJI/AAAAAAAAASY/rnOSTTFBgVk/s400/DNA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267646213772200082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike worked really hard to carve an awesome design on his pumpkin. We bought one of those pumpkin carving kits, and he was going to carve out a picture of three wolves howling at the moon. But, the pieces were too intricate, and Mike had a card time popping the appropriate shapes out of the pumpkin. After hours of work, he flipped his pumpkin over and carved a generic smile with triangle eyes in about 30 seconds. Keyton would have approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpwU3-6CdI/AAAAAAAAASg/hoPlZRUNCWg/s1600-h/mikepumpkin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpwU3-6CdI/AAAAAAAAASg/hoPlZRUNCWg/s400/mikepumpkin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267646218090711506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mean people my freshman year called me Peter Pan after I chopped all my hair off. Instead of continuing to feel bad about this, I finally decided to embrace it. Props to Mama Meerkat for making me this sweet Peter Pan costume, and props to Larry for making me this sweet dagger. (I even match Keety; check out his blog!) Mike is Captain Hook...or just a regular pirate with a hook. Whatever. We're a cute couple. We match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpzBo1VdII/AAAAAAAAASo/_t7Mb8pBlkU/s1600-h/cutecostumes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpzBo1VdII/AAAAAAAAASo/_t7Mb8pBlkU/s400/cutecostumes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649186141402242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mike might be a real pirate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpzCTEK4sI/AAAAAAAAASw/dDMff57Jgjk/s1600-h/mikeflying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpzCTEK4sI/AAAAAAAAASw/dDMff57Jgjk/s400/mikeflying.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649197477913282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry: this will only be the most painful experience of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpzCvKMlII/AAAAAAAAAS4/7nXlXWjc314/s1600-h/castration.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpzCvKMlII/AAAAAAAAAS4/7nXlXWjc314/s400/castration.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649205019382914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-8691925083168517568?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8691925083168517568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=8691925083168517568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8691925083168517568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8691925083168517568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SRpwUIjBxVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nuNkF-Ai0ek/s72-c/katiepumpkin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-1621419433680951127</id><published>2008-08-28T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:07:10.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These guys will eat anything</title><content type='html'>Goats in the city?! Brilliant!! (Keety would have loved this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc9XhPDOGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/H3qmEA6ULeY/s1600-h/CIMG2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc9XhPDOGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/H3qmEA6ULeY/s400/CIMG2849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239724165736642658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc9YFIf2lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mRw5BcNHe_I/s1600-h/CIMG2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc9YFIf2lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mRw5BcNHe_I/s400/CIMG2851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239724175372835410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-1621419433680951127?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1621419433680951127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=1621419433680951127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/1621419433680951127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/1621419433680951127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-guys-will-eat-anything.html' title='These guys will eat anything'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc9XhPDOGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/H3qmEA6ULeY/s72-c/CIMG2849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-3001416164662879328</id><published>2008-08-28T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:01:06.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home, Nat Pat!</title><content type='html'>After 2 painful months of being Natalie-free, my dear sister finally returned to me on August 23rd, 2008. I think this may have been one of the most joyous days in my 21 years of life. Oh, how I missed her! To welcome home our cherished Nat Pat, Mike and I made her a celebratory fun-fetti cake. (Don't mind the spanish vulgarity; it's how I show I care!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc6dgDJChI/AAAAAAAAAME/J3leBfTh57w/s1600-h/mike+%2B+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc6dgDJChI/AAAAAAAAAME/J3leBfTh57w/s400/mike+%2B+cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239720969962588690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a little excited with the cake decorating supplies, and decided to sport some festive mexican mustaches in honor of the occasion. Ayayayayaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc6eNtz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0W_lSjeycjQ/s1600-h/mustaches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc6eNtz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0W_lSjeycjQ/s400/mustaches.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239720982221153682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a delicious masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc6eiA6aiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SG7Uzre4QZQ/s1600-h/yum+cake!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc6eiA6aiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SG7Uzre4QZQ/s400/yum+cake!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239720987669981730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Mike doing some very important reading with his new glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc7ag_oH2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vvmmWJFLdpE/s1600-h/eye+glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc7ag_oH2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vvmmWJFLdpE/s400/eye+glasses.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239722018188304226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-3001416164662879328?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3001416164662879328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=3001416164662879328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3001416164662879328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3001416164662879328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-home-nat-pat.html' title='Welcome Home, Nat Pat!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SLc6dgDJChI/AAAAAAAAAME/J3leBfTh57w/s72-c/mike+%2B+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-8691274802995760736</id><published>2008-07-10T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:10:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo!</title><content type='html'>I think I've only been to the zoo a handful of times in my entire life. Somehow, I managed to make two trips to the zoo in one week. Because I made a trip to both the Woodland Park zoo in Seattle and the Washington Park zoo in Portland during that week, I am now able to provide a thorough analysis of the strengths and weaknesses of both zoos. Let's see which zoo comes out on top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the Seattle zoo is cleaner, more educational, has a greater variety of animals, (all of which seem to be more active and happy), and the zoo has a more convenient layout. Most importantly, however, the Seattle zoo allows you to not only view animals, but to impersonate them as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm a spider, facing troubles with the law for "prowling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0E-jvSYI/AAAAAAAAALM/VA9BO43v4zM/s1600-h/prowling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0E-jvSYI/AAAAAAAAALM/VA9BO43v4zM/s400/prowling.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221629184332220802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look! Mike has developed into a beautiful butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0FVvUsyI/AAAAAAAAALU/A1YIlr64wBE/s1600-h/butterlfy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0FVvUsyI/AAAAAAAAALU/A1YIlr64wBE/s400/butterlfy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221629190554825506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am as a zebra. Cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0iN2GGxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZLX4a0Z9l2g/s1600-h/zebra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0iN2GGxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZLX4a0Z9l2g/s400/zebra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221629686651951890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Portland zoo is smaller, dirtier, and honestly less fun, it does have two reedeming qualities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) MEERKATS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb1JD36nVI/AAAAAAAAALs/mvOrgcZj6FQ/s1600-h/CIMG2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb1JD36nVI/AAAAAAAAALs/mvOrgcZj6FQ/s400/CIMG2425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221630353990131026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) One thing that the Portland zoo will have more often than the Seattle zoo is Keyton. He makes the zoo more entertaining than all the tigers, monkeys, or hippos combined. Here is Keety feeding the lorakeets with his grandma Banana. (Note: this is also one of maybe 3 picture in existence where my mom looks normal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb1JgsjGoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/poKmZpHhijI/s1600-h/lorakeet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb1JgsjGoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/poKmZpHhijI/s400/lorakeet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221630361727081090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Keety using the skills he picked up with the lorakeets, attempting to feed the penguins through the glass. What a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0iUFkFvI/AAAAAAAAALk/AdVXrA6a5vU/s1600-h/penguins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0iUFkFvI/AAAAAAAAALk/AdVXrA6a5vU/s400/penguins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221629688327444210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about the Portland zoo, and I think Keety will agree, is the petting zoo. Keyton was happier chasing these goats around than he was viewing the "zebahs," which, by the way, was what he seemed to be looking forward to all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb3s0tTcgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EvDEVogTCvU/s1600-h/goat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb3s0tTcgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EvDEVogTCvU/s400/goat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221633167417635330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the Portland zoo obviously comes out on top thanks only to Keyton's ability to take your mind off of the fact that you are viewing wild animals trapped in concrete cages that are too small for them and that smell like poop. Oh, and the meerkats don't hurt, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-8691274802995760736?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8691274802995760736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=8691274802995760736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8691274802995760736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8691274802995760736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoo.html' title='The Zoo!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SHb0E-jvSYI/AAAAAAAAALM/VA9BO43v4zM/s72-c/prowling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-1807686930697186474</id><published>2008-04-24T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:05:23.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Day</title><content type='html'>Each spring, Seattle University sets aside one day for faculty and staff to focus on the school's Jesuit Catholic mission in order to explore it in greater depth and to expand their understanding of it. Typically, Mission day is a time when the students at Seattle University are free to sleep in and relish in the fact that they need not go to class. However, Mike and I decided to take the day a little more seriously and pursue our own special mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission day began at Volunteer Park Cafe, a lovely neighborhood coffee shop that serves up some delicious treats. Mission one: eat copious amounts of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEXkbHNUQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OrK3-S-X6Ho/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEXkbHNUQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OrK3-S-X6Ho/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192957759855612162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was off to the park to take advantage of the windy conditions. Mission two: get the Nemo kite off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEXoLHNURI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qho6DIOe9aQ/s1600-h/kite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEXoLHNURI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qho6DIOe9aQ/s400/kite1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192957824280121618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike clearly needed my help. I found that running around like a lunatic really encouraged the kite to stay in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEXo7HNUSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/p3zQ15WuVjQ/s1600-h/mekite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEXo7HNUSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/p3zQ15WuVjQ/s400/mekite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192957837165023522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, mike succeeded in the mission, and was flying the Nemo kite with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEf27HNUVI/AAAAAAAAALE/DWc1K0Ey_cE/s1600-h/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEf27HNUVI/AAAAAAAAALE/DWc1K0Ey_cE/s400/fly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192966873776214354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, we rock at flying kites! Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEeO7HNUUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ijrphw1x-ss/s1600-h/look!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEeO7HNUUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ijrphw1x-ss/s400/look!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192965087069819202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-1807686930697186474?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1807686930697186474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=1807686930697186474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/1807686930697186474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/1807686930697186474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/04/mission-day.html' title='Mission Day'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SBEXkbHNUQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OrK3-S-X6Ho/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-8340799533403528933</id><published>2008-02-23T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:55:20.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>Lent is the 40 day liturgical season of fasting and prayer before Easter. The 40 days represent the time Jesus spent in the desert, where, according to the Bible, he endured temptation by Satan. This year, since we do go to a Jesuit university, we have all decided to properly recognize Lent after years of neglecting such a momentous religious event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is showing a lot of self-control by giving up studying during Lent. No more Indian Law, Contracts, or Constitutional Law. It's just Grey's Anatomy for the next 40 days around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8EEewHsUmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tfBOEeD00aA/s1600-h/nat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8EEewHsUmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tfBOEeD00aA/s400/nat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170418773557793378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie is making quite a large sacrifice during Lent and will be giving up running. Her coach (and waistline) won't be happy, but Jesus will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8EEfQHsUnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QB-i8H5VA94/s1600-h/butt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8EEfQHsUnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QB-i8H5VA94/s400/butt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170418782147727986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is also observing Lent, and will not be eating vegetables until Easter. Surprisingly, he doesn't look like he is having too hard of a time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8EEfgHsUoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vv6mVua8JYw/s1600-h/icecream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8EEfgHsUoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vv6mVua8JYw/s400/icecream.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170418786442695298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are YOU giving up for Lent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-8340799533403528933?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8340799533403528933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=8340799533403528933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8340799533403528933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8340799533403528933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8EEewHsUmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tfBOEeD00aA/s72-c/nat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-6326796123648683447</id><published>2008-02-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:38:27.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best foraging find yet!</title><content type='html'>That's right. As if life couldn't get any better, they are now making meerkat cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8ECaAHsUkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8ga5GKQ3N64/s1600-h/meerkat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8ECaAHsUkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8ga5GKQ3N64/s400/meerkat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170416492930159170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meerkat Mike no longer has to forage for scorpians and millapedes. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8ECagHsUlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xqg9Lc0D1Pk/s1600-h/foraging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8ECagHsUlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xqg9Lc0D1Pk/s400/foraging.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170416501520093778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-6326796123648683447?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6326796123648683447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=6326796123648683447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/6326796123648683447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/6326796123648683447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-foraging-find-yet.html' title='The best foraging find yet!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R8ECaAHsUkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8ga5GKQ3N64/s72-c/meerkat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-4331316862227219095</id><published>2008-01-14T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:43:41.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping on the bed turns into an existential dilemma</title><content type='html'>When Mike was in Portland with me, he couldn't hold back his urge to jump on my mum's bed. What is it about those things that are off-limits to us that make us desire them so strongly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4ulynEyZdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6LHCNujKg9k/s1600-h/jumping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4ulynEyZdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6LHCNujKg9k/s400/jumping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155396487356769746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle saw the photo, and decided to take immediate action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4ulzHEyZeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/H1cV6GfuFEk/s1600-h/kylejumping.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4ulzHEyZeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/H1cV6GfuFEk/s400/kylejumping.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155396495946704354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, his plan quickly backfired. Unfortunately, he is taking his unchecked wrath out on poor little me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4up9XEyZfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IY9GiDSGMwk/s1600-h/yeeps!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4up9XEyZfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IY9GiDSGMwk/s400/yeeps!.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155401070086874610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, mom has decided to disown me. She sent me an e-mail stating a simple, yet hurtful, message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4usLnEyZgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zRtFTOG-xJM/s1600-h/Untitled1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4usLnEyZgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zRtFTOG-xJM/s400/Untitled1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155403513923266050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family relationships are declining swiftly. How could this situation possibly be rectified? What could ease my pain? As always, Mike has some great advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4uudnEyZhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EBdF4BN84BE/s1600-h/Untitled2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4uudnEyZhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EBdF4BN84BE/s400/Untitled2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155406022184166930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-4331316862227219095?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4331316862227219095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=4331316862227219095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4331316862227219095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4331316862227219095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/01/jumping-on-bed-turns-into-existential.html' title='Jumping on the bed turns into an existential dilemma'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R4ulynEyZdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6LHCNujKg9k/s72-c/jumping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-5877066486847905489</id><published>2008-01-02T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:50:04.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP -- I Can't Stop Eating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R3yFYHEyZcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6rOh1DHRkgw/s1600-h/IMGP3044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R3yFYHEyZcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6rOh1DHRkgw/s400/IMGP3044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151138723067487682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't figure out how to turn this picture around.  Boy, do I have problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-5877066486847905489?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5877066486847905489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=5877066486847905489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5877066486847905489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5877066486847905489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2008/01/help-i-cant-stop-eating.html' title='HELP -- I Can&apos;t Stop Eating!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R3yFYHEyZcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6rOh1DHRkgw/s72-c/IMGP3044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-3293247571504293249</id><published>2007-12-22T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:37:19.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meerkats!</title><content type='html'>Meerkats are all the rage this season. Here's Katie and mom looking lovely and buck-toothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220QN5QwQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cHn_i21gMnc/s1600-h/ktmeerkat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220QN5QwQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cHn_i21gMnc/s400/ktmeerkat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146968139855085826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry and mom are the love-bird meerkats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220Qt5QwRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Op_QQv1Fk40/s1600-h/meerkats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220Qt5QwRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Op_QQv1Fk40/s400/meerkats.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146968148445020434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike makes the cutest (and tallest) meerkat of all. He is good at watching for signs of danger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220RN5QwSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TqiTPwyhIXU/s1600-h/CIMG1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220RN5QwSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TqiTPwyhIXU/s400/CIMG1611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146968157034955042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are a few meerkat poseurs. Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220yt5QwTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/R1K-VEhONu4/s1600-h/Meerkats-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220yt5QwTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/R1K-VEhONu4/s400/Meerkats-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146968732560572722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-3293247571504293249?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3293247571504293249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=3293247571504293249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3293247571504293249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3293247571504293249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/meerkats.html' title='Meerkats!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R220QN5QwQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cHn_i21gMnc/s72-c/ktmeerkat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-6008562199080265323</id><published>2007-12-22T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:48:16.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peacock Lane</title><content type='html'>The fam strolled down to Peacock Lane to witness all of the bright and glaring xmas splendor that makes this street famous. Keety loved watching the ridiculous moving lawn decorations and lights. Grandma Banana loved watching Keety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22tv95QwOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/maYRa3QpYHo/s1600-h/charliebrown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22tv95QwOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/maYRa3QpYHo/s400/charliebrown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146960988734537954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22tvt5QwNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WJRkf5LSuKU/s1600-h/peakocklane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22tvt5QwNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WJRkf5LSuKU/s400/peakocklane.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146960984439570642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-6008562199080265323?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6008562199080265323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=6008562199080265323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/6008562199080265323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/6008562199080265323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/peacock-lane.html' title='Peacock Lane'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22tv95QwOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/maYRa3QpYHo/s72-c/charliebrown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-4602620134046228973</id><published>2007-12-22T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:35:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, sisters!</title><content type='html'>Natalie turned 23 on Dec.17th. She got a carrot cake. Lachelle apparently turned one on Nov. 28th. She got a belated chocolate flan cake. Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22s7t5QwKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n6137Hrh-Gw/s1600-h/lach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22s7t5QwKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n6137Hrh-Gw/s400/lach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146960091086373026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22s795QwLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gsaNOkH7_x0/s1600-h/nat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22s795QwLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gsaNOkH7_x0/s400/nat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146960095381340338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-4602620134046228973?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4602620134046228973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=4602620134046228973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4602620134046228973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4602620134046228973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-sisters.html' title='Happy Birthday, sisters!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R22s7t5QwKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n6137Hrh-Gw/s72-c/lach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-2052413783810649472</id><published>2007-12-22T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:32:31.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/genius.jpg" alt="cash advance" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cashadvance1500.com"&gt;Cash Advance &lt;/a&gt;Loans&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-2052413783810649472?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2052413783810649472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=2052413783810649472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2052413783810649472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2052413783810649472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/damn-straight.html' title='Damn straight.'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-3607369678569124064</id><published>2007-12-12T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:51:17.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holidays!</title><content type='html'>During this holiday season, make sure you don't lose sight of the true meaning of christmas: your love for others is measured in how much money you spend and how much meaningless shit you buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R2XiJ95QwII/AAAAAAAAAHU/XckmQ7h3kGg/s1600-h/CIMG1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R2XiJ95QwII/AAAAAAAAAHU/XckmQ7h3kGg/s400/CIMG1596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144766810202095746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, If you ever find yourself feeling depressed this time of year, just follow baby Jesus' example and smile! At least you are not an aborted fetus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R2XiZd5QwJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q6Hte_ErJ0E/s1600-h/CIMG1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R2XiZd5QwJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q6Hte_ErJ0E/s400/CIMG1600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144767076490068114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-3607369678569124064?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3607369678569124064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=3607369678569124064' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3607369678569124064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3607369678569124064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy holidays!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R2XiJ95QwII/AAAAAAAAAHU/XckmQ7h3kGg/s72-c/CIMG1596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-8038927762369129478</id><published>2007-12-09T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:13:48.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beans and Blisters</title><content type='html'>Mike (boyfriend-slave) developed a pretty nasty running-related blister this week. Dr. Katie came to the rescue, safety pin in hand. We all enjoyed watching the liquidy-lymph ooze out of the punctured blister. So satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zXbZJGd0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4A9cGOnSfS4/s1600-h/toes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zXbZJGd0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4A9cGOnSfS4/s400/toes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142221740155762498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zXb5JGd1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WKQiO1oTzi4/s1600-h/danger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zXb5JGd1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WKQiO1oTzi4/s400/danger.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142221748745697106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing with Mike's nasty feet, we made enough nachos to feed all the starving children in the world out of Natalie's world-famous black bean dip. Katie and Mike ate their fair share of the nachos, while Natalie boxed up her portion and sent them to some hungry Nicaraguan children. Muchos gracias, senorata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zYoZJGd2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/MImZdd2C-x4/s1600-h/nachos+in+pan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zYoZJGd2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/MImZdd2C-x4/s400/nachos+in+pan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142223063005689698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zYo5JGd3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xzt5ETUmK0o/s1600-h/nachos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zYo5JGd3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xzt5ETUmK0o/s400/nachos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142223071595624306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-8038927762369129478?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8038927762369129478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=8038927762369129478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8038927762369129478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8038927762369129478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/beans-and-blisters.html' title='Beans and Blisters'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1zXbZJGd0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4A9cGOnSfS4/s72-c/toes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-3837629801697213176</id><published>2007-12-05T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:57:37.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Job</title><content type='html'>Mom has a new job teaching 6th grade ELL math.  That's English Language Learners, in case you didn't know.  Here's the paper from one student.  He's eleven and just new to the U.S. from Mexico.  He speaks no English.  Maybe he's never learned to write, either.  What's with the backwards spelling here?  Mom needs H-E-L-P !  To volunteer in her classroom helping to get this student (and 49 others just like him) up to speed so he can pass the federal No Child Left Behind tests, please post a comment with your name and phone number.  She'll be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eOXE6QEgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/O-9h51IwhR8/s1600-h/Eduardo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eOXE6QEgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/O-9h51IwhR8/s400/Eduardo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140734026772910594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-3837629801697213176?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3837629801697213176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=3837629801697213176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3837629801697213176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/3837629801697213176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/moms-job.html' title='Mom&apos;s Job'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eOXE6QEgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/O-9h51IwhR8/s72-c/Eduardo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-883184027619828637</id><published>2007-12-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:51:19.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See Katie eat.  See Katie run.</title><content type='html'>Which sister do you think ate this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eMzk6QEbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MQNOYJM84Hc/s1600-h/hot+dog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eMzk6QEbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MQNOYJM84Hc/s400/hot+dog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732317375926706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sister ate this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM0U6QEcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GPEA38ZRnUQ/s1600-h/cheese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM0U6QEcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GPEA38ZRnUQ/s400/cheese.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732330260828610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and her amazingly great boyfriend, Larry, came to my track meet last weekend.  They enjoyed all the track events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM1U6QEdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/orFCQ9Lt5j0/s1600-h/reading.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM1U6QEdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/orFCQ9Lt5j0/s400/reading.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732347440697810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, they enjoyed watching me run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM1k6QEeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Mc2KMR-MeMU/s1600-h/running.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM1k6QEeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Mc2KMR-MeMU/s400/running.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732351735665122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's so proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM206QEfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5aOjHnHysnw/s1600-h/hug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eM206QEfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5aOjHnHysnw/s400/hug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732373210501618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-883184027619828637?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/883184027619828637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=883184027619828637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/883184027619828637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/883184027619828637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/12/see-katie-eat-see-katie-run.html' title='See Katie eat.  See Katie run.'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R1eMzk6QEbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MQNOYJM84Hc/s72-c/hot+dog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-2239283132298234694</id><published>2007-11-29T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:07:55.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Truths and a Lie</title><content type='html'>1) The neighbors think Natalie and Katie are a hot lesbian couple&lt;br /&gt;2) Katie receives love letters from female admirers&lt;br /&gt;3) Katie is pregnant...with another woman's baby!! (Science, you did it again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0-kWy2Z4KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PS_92BPYheA/s1600-R/ellen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0-kWy2Z4KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lEWEzqIx-9A/s400/ellen.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506411367063714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-2239283132298234694?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2239283132298234694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=2239283132298234694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2239283132298234694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2239283132298234694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-truths-and-lie.html' title='Two Truths and a Lie'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0-kWy2Z4KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lEWEzqIx-9A/s72-c/ellen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-7699459208696081566</id><published>2007-11-25T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:52:59.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidazzle Parade!</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to the Holidazzle Parade, Minneapolis' annual "magical downtown storybook spectacular." Here's the fam all bundled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oHwy2Z4FI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s_WWZprY0g4/s1600-h/fa spectacularmily+parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oHwy2Z4FI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s_WWZprY0g4/s400/family+parade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136926859834548306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keety was wearing more clothes than any child there, and looked lovely doing so. He was undoubtably the warmest one at the event, and I think by the end of the night he embraced his fashion faux pas. Function over fashion, Keety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oHxi2Z4GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xFJMFBWGLwc/s1600-h/keetywatching.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oHxi2Z4GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xFJMFBWGLwc/s400/keetywatching.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136926872719450210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the floats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oJbS2Z4HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wgyPIvwb_ns/s1600-h/float.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oJbS2Z4HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wgyPIvwb_ns/s400/float.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136928689490616434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Keety's response to so many lights and so much noise. The night was filled with considerable horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oJci2Z4II/AAAAAAAAAFs/6OqMMOoT7Pw/s1600-h/scared.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oJci2Z4II/AAAAAAAAAFs/6OqMMOoT7Pw/s400/scared.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136928710965452930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-7699459208696081566?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7699459208696081566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=7699459208696081566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/7699459208696081566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/7699459208696081566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/holidazzle-parade.html' title='Holidazzle Parade!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0oHwy2Z4FI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s_WWZprY0g4/s72-c/family+parade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-2592972216637643868</id><published>2007-11-24T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:25:42.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun with Keety</title><content type='html'>Keety has been having a lot of fun with Photo Booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hpHi2Z4AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WTFl-kmM9cA/s1600-h/Photo+59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hpHi2Z4AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WTFl-kmM9cA/s400/Photo+59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136470953351045122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to see the puppet show at the library. Keyton loved this pig puppet, as well as tormenting all the other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hrHC2Z4BI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xguH8XXtz4k/s1600-h/puppet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hrHC2Z4BI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xguH8XXtz4k/s400/puppet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136473143784366098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the priveledge of babysitting Keety yesterday. He ran around the house in his boots and my hat. He looked real good, and we had a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hrHS2Z4CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cSRQbnuT64U/s1600-h/hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hrHS2Z4CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cSRQbnuT64U/s400/hat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136473148079333410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite activity of Keyton's is listening to The Beatles and jumping on the couch with his cool aunt. I got really tired and sweaty, and every time I wanted to stop he cried. So, we ended up doing this for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hr-S2Z4DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g4mLhXQxNng/s1600-h/jump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hr-S2Z4DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g4mLhXQxNng/s400/jump.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136474092972138546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here's white trash Keyton, wearing his warm winter clothes sans t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hsAC2Z4EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p_c_UfFu_-g/s1600-h/boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hsAC2Z4EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p_c_UfFu_-g/s400/boots.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136474123036909634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-2592972216637643868?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2592972216637643868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=2592972216637643868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2592972216637643868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2592972216637643868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-fun-with-keety.html' title='More fun with Keety'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0hpHi2Z4AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WTFl-kmM9cA/s72-c/Photo+59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-8593439983750968896</id><published>2007-11-23T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:57:49.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Brother Kyle</title><content type='html'>You already know that we have another sister (the one with the greatest baby), but did you know we have a brother, too?  This is Kyle riding a bus in Portland.  He's on a quest for a Blazer t-shirt and a box of Voodoo donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4y2Z3-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iZaoMvWCi4E/s1600-h/bus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4y2Z3-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iZaoMvWCi4E/s400/bus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239802506141666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle has three questions on his mind:  Where is the Nike store?  Would they have a Blazer shirt?  Why is his mom following him around with a camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4i2Z39I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4WAa5Wixa6s/s1600-h/downtown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4i2Z39I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4WAa5Wixa6s/s400/downtown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239798211174354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Nike store, Kyle finds balls but no Blazer t-shirts.  To his dismay, he discovers that the Blazers have a contract with Adidas, not Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4S2Z38I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2-s1-L67I-4/s1600-h/Nike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4S2Z38I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2-s1-L67I-4/s400/Nike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239793916207042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle finds holiday spirit at the downtown mall, but no Blazer gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4C2Z37I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mikh5k-jqQY/s1600-h/Mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4C2Z37I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mikh5k-jqQY/s400/Mall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239789621239730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle gives up his search for a shirt and turns his attention to his second goal, finding Voodoo donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWny2Z36I/AAAAAAAAAD8/8vGSi_lPaMY/s1600-h/Voodoo+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWny2Z36I/AAAAAAAAAD8/8vGSi_lPaMY/s400/Voodoo+I.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239510448365474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWnS2Z35I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tA42cTnsKD0/s1600-h/Voodoo+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWnS2Z35I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tA42cTnsKD0/s400/Voodoo+II.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239501858430866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's bad news on Voodoo's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWmy2Z34I/AAAAAAAAADs/4G_BJNOFdrE/s1600-h/Voodoo+III.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWmy2Z34I/AAAAAAAAADs/4G_BJNOFdrE/s400/Voodoo+III.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239493268496258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shirt.  No donuts.  But there's always pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWci2Z33I/AAAAAAAAADk/kepd4fRSB8M/s1600-h/Pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eWci2Z33I/AAAAAAAAADk/kepd4fRSB8M/s400/Pizza.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136239317174837106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~  THE END ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-8593439983750968896?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8593439983750968896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=8593439983750968896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8593439983750968896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8593439983750968896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-brother-kyle.html' title='Our Brother Kyle'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0eW4y2Z3-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iZaoMvWCi4E/s72-c/bus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-8748268648312292379</id><published>2007-11-22T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:56:47.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>The day started out with a little playdough, a perfect tool to distract Keety from watching Reno 911 with his cool aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBNS2Z3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/ytzor2DTqmw/s1600-h/playdoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBNS2Z3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/ytzor2DTqmw/s400/playdoe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135864121716760370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Nick looking thrilled about his sweet potatoes, and me having a really emotional time chopping onions for my vege stuffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBNy2Z30I/AAAAAAAAADM/d503F6SiDtk/s1600-h/nick:kt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBNy2Z30I/AAAAAAAAADM/d503F6SiDtk/s400/nick:kt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135864130306694978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lachelle (the other sister) and me at dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBPS2Z31I/AAAAAAAAADU/6_2F6V2mxLo/s1600-h/ktlach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBPS2Z31I/AAAAAAAAADU/6_2F6V2mxLo/s400/ktlach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135864156076498770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to head home, I went looking for Keyton so I could get him ready to go. But, he was nowhere to be found. When I called his name, I heard a faint cry coming from the bathroom. I went to investigate, and there was Keyton hanging out in the tub yelling "Baby bath!" He was sitting in a small puddle of water playing with all the exciting toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBQS2Z32I/AAAAAAAAADc/OYaPGfhBUoU/s1600-h/tub.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBQS2Z32I/AAAAAAAAADc/OYaPGfhBUoU/s400/tub.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135864173256367970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-8748268648312292379?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8748268648312292379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=8748268648312292379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8748268648312292379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/8748268648312292379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0ZBNS2Z3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/ytzor2DTqmw/s72-c/playdoe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-2641097040173316913</id><published>2007-11-21T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:56:11.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Minnesota</title><content type='html'>I flew into Minneapolis last night to visit Lachelle/Keety/Nick over Thanksgiving break. Unfortunately, I had to leave Natalie behind. It is extremely cold here, and is snowing quite a bit. But, that didn't deter us from riding the bus to the museum. Keyton loves the bus. If only his affinity for public transit was shared by all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0Tu1S2Z3xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y6DRUfn1FSU/s1600-h/bus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0Tu1S2Z3xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y6DRUfn1FSU/s400/bus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135492074469711634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keety liked this painting of chickens. He also liked one Georgia O'Keefe picture so much he decided to pet it. This didn't make the bitchy museum lady very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0Tuyy2Z3wI/AAAAAAAAACs/-quyzrdU5Qo/s1600-h/museum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0Tuyy2Z3wI/AAAAAAAAACs/-quyzrdU5Qo/s400/museum.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135492031520038658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Keety eating plain cold noodles for lunch. Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0Xo3S2Z3yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1kK-jCTLQzU/s1600-h/noodles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0Xo3S2Z3yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1kK-jCTLQzU/s400/noodles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766986736394018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-2641097040173316913?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2641097040173316913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=2641097040173316913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2641097040173316913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/2641097040173316913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/adventures-in-minnesota.html' title='Adventures in Minnesota'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/R0Tu1S2Z3xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y6DRUfn1FSU/s72-c/bus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-19148889475299712</id><published>2007-11-18T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:30:58.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_3Cy2Z3vI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0jRKjkuDY4/s1600-h/Jesus!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_3Cy2Z3vI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0jRKjkuDY4/s400/Jesus!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134093727607414514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie decided that Jesus is definitely on Planned Parenthood's side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-19148889475299712?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/19148889475299712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=19148889475299712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/19148889475299712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/19148889475299712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/jesus-says.html' title='Jesus says...'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_3Cy2Z3vI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0jRKjkuDY4/s72-c/Jesus!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-5913545067839734032</id><published>2007-11-17T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:55:30.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Party!</title><content type='html'>It was an especially exciting Saturday night for the Seattle sisters: drinking soy nog and cleaning the extremely messy apartment. There was mold on most of the food in the fridge, mildew in the shower, piles of dirt/dust/hairballs in all corners of the kitchen, and a sorta nasty smell lingering in the air. A little hard work, 409, and a boyfriend-slave was all we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike (boyfriend-slave) cleans the bathtub with a smile. What a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_wVi2Z3rI/AAAAAAAAACE/ho9J1CPU9z4/s1600-h/happy+bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_wVi2Z3rI/AAAAAAAAACE/ho9J1CPU9z4/s400/happy+bath.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134086353148567218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off the sparkling-clean kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_xGC2Z3sI/AAAAAAAAACM/i-2cN78aOGg/s1600-h/after.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_xGC2Z3sI/AAAAAAAAACM/i-2cN78aOGg/s400/after.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134087186372222658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie made Mike hold her Rothko picture against the wall so she could visualize where she wanted to hang it. The results were heeelarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_xhy2Z3tI/AAAAAAAAACU/WJo-K9fYsyE/s1600-h/mike%3Dpicture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_xhy2Z3tI/AAAAAAAAACU/WJo-K9fYsyE/s400/mike%3Dpicture.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134087663113592530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sexy hipster pictures in celebration of a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_0hS2Z3uI/AAAAAAAAACc/JfJX46ydb3A/s1600-h/MySpace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_0hS2Z3uI/AAAAAAAAACc/JfJX46ydb3A/s400/MySpace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134090953058541282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-5913545067839734032?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5913545067839734032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=5913545067839734032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5913545067839734032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5913545067839734032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-especially-exciting-saturday.html' title='Cleaning Party!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rz_wVi2Z3rI/AAAAAAAAACE/ho9J1CPU9z4/s72-c/happy+bath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-4034649252168261134</id><published>2007-11-13T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:53:22.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Says, "Don't Come Back."</title><content type='html'>After three days at her house, mom told us not to come back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rzp-XYZYY2I/AAAAAAAAABc/DBeOqcVOmAc/s1600-h/Katie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rzp-XYZYY2I/AAAAAAAAABc/DBeOqcVOmAc/s400/Katie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132553665493099362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little sister was out of control with the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rzp-XYZYY3I/AAAAAAAAABk/J5LGMw2nfFs/s1600-h/Mike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rzp-XYZYY3I/AAAAAAAAABk/J5LGMw2nfFs/s400/Mike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132553665493099378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boyfriend was caught jumping on mom's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rzp-XoZYY4I/AAAAAAAAABs/KHV3PDllr7Q/s1600-h/NatMom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rzp-XoZYY4I/AAAAAAAAABs/KHV3PDllr7Q/s400/NatMom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132553669788066690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sad as it is, Mom says "DON'T COME BACK!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-4034649252168261134?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4034649252168261134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=4034649252168261134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4034649252168261134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/4034649252168261134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/mom-says-dont-come-back.html' title='Mom Says, &quot;Don&apos;t Come Back.&quot;'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/Rzp-XYZYY2I/AAAAAAAAABc/DBeOqcVOmAc/s72-c/Katie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-5456214173232498745</id><published>2007-11-13T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:54:55.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PDXoxo</title><content type='html'>Natalie and Mike and I went home to Portland this last weekend. It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Natalie made sandwiches for the long train ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpQBrKsfUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BeayfCNGJT0/s1600-h/natsandwich.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpQBrKsfUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BeayfCNGJT0/s400/natsandwich.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132502715039776066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought us toys: Mike got a seal, I got a praying mantis, and Natalie got a dinosaur. Precious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpRFrKsfVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WXW09bUG5po/s1600-h/toyssex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpRFrKsfVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WXW09bUG5po/s400/toyssex.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132503883270880594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpRGbKsfWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/un2D5Zj9UrU/s1600-h/natdinosaur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpRGbKsfWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/un2D5Zj9UrU/s400/natdinosaur.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132503896155782498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also bought Mike a cinnammon roll. Divorced parent guilt? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpTVbKsfXI/AAAAAAAAABE/EyrFnzoP4k4/s1600-h/cinnamon+role.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpTVbKsfXI/AAAAAAAAABE/EyrFnzoP4k4/s400/cinnamon+role.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132506352877075826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the train ride was a dramatic event, as you well can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpUYrKsfYI/AAAAAAAAABM/mIt-lWqGsDQ/s1600-h/miketrainsad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpUYrKsfYI/AAAAAAAAABM/mIt-lWqGsDQ/s400/miketrainsad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132507508223278466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpUZLKsfZI/AAAAAAAAABU/K1aLimkhjrE/s1600-h/nattrainsad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpUZLKsfZI/AAAAAAAAABU/K1aLimkhjrE/s400/nattrainsad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132507516813213074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-5456214173232498745?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5456214173232498745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=5456214173232498745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5456214173232498745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/5456214173232498745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/pdxoxo.html' title='PDXoxo'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzpQBrKsfUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BeayfCNGJT0/s72-c/natsandwich.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-7065755112761317572</id><published>2007-11-12T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:36:26.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirokeety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzidIbKsfTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nkVGUqBsmYs/s1600-h/spirokeety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzidIbKsfTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nkVGUqBsmYs/s400/spirokeety.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132024543445810482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my microbiology class we have been studying the different shapes of bacteria. Spirochetes (pronounced spiro-keet) are microorganisms in the shape of flexible helices. With my nephew in mind, my dear friend Hillary and I started calling them "spirokeetys." Hillary took it one step further, however, and photoshopped this lovely image of a spirokeety. She then proceeded to e-mail it to our micro professor, who displayed it for the entire class the next day. He asked the class if perhaps we all had a bit too much time on our hands, seeing as Hillary turned some poor boy in a spirochete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-7065755112761317572?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7065755112761317572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=7065755112761317572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/7065755112761317572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/7065755112761317572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/spirokeety.html' title='Spirokeety'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzidIbKsfTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nkVGUqBsmYs/s72-c/spirokeety.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-775714925340873439</id><published>2007-11-11T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:05:36.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which/what?</title><content type='html'>What part of which sister is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgHE7KsfSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MvmKyQyui-k/s1600-h/butt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgHE7KsfSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MvmKyQyui-k/s400/butt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131859556572101922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: There is another sister in the family. She has a blog, too! (www.keytonsiddoway.blogspot.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-775714925340873439?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/775714925340873439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=775714925340873439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/775714925340873439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/775714925340873439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/whichwhat.html' title='Which/what?'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgHE7KsfSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MvmKyQyui-k/s72-c/butt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256455830944453097.post-7999989569996974706</id><published>2007-11-11T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:14:56.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We want a blog, too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgFarKsfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AR4Y4m1Wia8/s1600-h/katieugly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgFarKsfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AR4Y4m1Wia8/s400/katieugly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131857731211001090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgFa7KsfRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xyqw2njcMug/s1600-h/natugly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgFa7KsfRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xyqw2njcMug/s400/natugly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131857735505968402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing that Natalie and I were the only people in the family without blogs, we decided to start our own. Just because we are not married doesn't mean people aren't interested in the most intimate details of our lives. In fact, I can almost guarantee that our existence as young single bachelorettes is far more interesting than a stupid kid in diapers. (Keety, I don't really mean it!) If you ever find yourself wondering what Natalie is wearing, what Katie had for breakfast, or what we both did on Monday night, just check the blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256455830944453097-7999989569996974706?l=nataliekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7999989569996974706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256455830944453097&amp;postID=7999989569996974706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/7999989569996974706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256455830944453097/posts/default/7999989569996974706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliekatie.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-want-blog-too.html' title='We want a blog, too!'/><author><name>Sisters!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489731535790178585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/SaTTxCH0--I/AAAAAAAAATk/vL9jTKvl5L0/S220/Lola.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ZSeOlXJJU/RzgFarKsfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AR4Y4m1Wia8/s72-c/katieugly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
