<?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-6125215</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:39.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope</title><subtitle type='html'>At heart a writer, part time dreamer and full time mother.  Life as I rediscover it through the eyes of my little boy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-7251503744871603178</id><published>2008-08-12T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:09:01.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I communicate via Reunion.linkedin.facebook.blogger.center'd.com</title><summary type='text'>I probably can not complicate things anymore than I have now.  I have wanted to write since I was 6 years old when I won my first writing contest.  I was awarded because of my creativity on writing about preserved tongues... Yuck...  Then, about six years ago my friend, Mary turned me on to blogging.  That was fantastic until I started traveling for work a lot and having a baby.  I left all of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7251503744871603178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=7251503744871603178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/7251503744871603178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/7251503744871603178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-communicate-via-reunionlinkedinfacebo.html' title='I communicate via Reunion.linkedin.facebook.blogger.center&apos;d.com'/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-116996482924182471</id><published>2007-01-28T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:27:28.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost of Wonder Woman</title><summary type='text'>I have been a mom for almost 6 months.  I have changed well over 300 diapers, given several hundred bottles, and washed lots of baby clothes.  However, I have mopped my house 4 times, I do laundry throughout the week and when we are desperate, I really clean the bathrooms one week and surface clean them the next. I dust when I remember and sweep twice a week instead of every night.  This is all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/116996482924182471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=116996482924182471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/116996482924182471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/116996482924182471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2007/01/ghost-of-wonder-woman.html' title='The Ghost of Wonder Woman'/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-116356492640673336</id><published>2006-11-14T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:29:42.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Mad Mom</title><summary type='text'>I have set out to be the perfect mom.  I see this image in my head of me dressed in one of my nice work suits driving into the driveway with my son the same time my husband gets home, you know Simpson style.  We make our way into the house to be greeted by our excited and sweet dog, we prepare dinner, eat together with our son sitting in his high chair and we spend the rest of the evening playing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/116356492640673336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=116356492640673336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/116356492640673336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/116356492640673336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/11/confessions-of-mad-mom.html' title='Confessions of a Mad Mom'/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-116096490418787234</id><published>2006-10-15T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:27:57.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look, New Mom, New Mission</title><summary type='text'>Life through a Kaleidoscope. That appears to be my life now. Before my son came along I compartmentalized everything. I am not sure that is going to be so easy to do now. So, it seems that as I go about the day everything turns, twirls and changes in different shapes, colors and patterns. Thus, the rebirth of my blog and the new name. While I keep up this page, I am going to still try to work on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/116096490418787234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=116096490418787234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/116096490418787234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/116096490418787234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-look-new-mom-new-mission.html' title='New Look, New Mom, New Mission'/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-115409133662266309</id><published>2006-07-28T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:02:46.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sugar RushWell judging by my visit this week it looks like I do have Gestational diabetes that went undiagnosed.  That explains why folks eyes pop when they see me from the side, why my baby probably weighs almost nine pounds right now and why I have two and half times the amount of fluid for the little rascal to swim around in right now.So, to make things better, our midwife recommended that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115409133662266309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=115409133662266309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115409133662266309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115409133662266309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/sugar-rush-well-judging-by-my-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-115336359631599523</id><published>2006-07-19T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:46:36.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hee, Hee, whewwwww Greg and I have successfully completed the birthing class, or the right of passage better known as "Get Ready To Get Scared Out Of Your Mind".  If you are interested, the first thing I learned is that ten centimeters is soooooo much larger than I thought.  Our name tags were ten centimeters around and our instructor told us that you can not even begin pushing until you reach </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115336359631599523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=115336359631599523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115336359631599523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115336359631599523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/hee-hee-whewwwww-greg-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-115224028784496521</id><published>2006-07-06T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:44:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total GeekdomI have felt since I graduated from college that my field was special.  And when I say special I mean that it is full of dorks.  I use to tease my husband because he is an engineer by training and trade. I have since learned that I never should have gone there.  I am sure that my field is full of more Bugs Bunnies and Daffy Ducks than his pocket protecting engineering crowd.In this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115224028784496521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=115224028784496521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115224028784496521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115224028784496521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/total-geekdom-i-have-felt-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-115206961988669170</id><published>2006-07-04T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:20:19.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That is not a baby! That is a 15 pound bowling ballI may have become the ultimate bad mommie before my baby is even born.  I failed the hour glucose test and somehow managed to pass the three hour test to my surprise as well as my doctor's.  Given my history with low blood sugar issues, I was warned that it would creep up again when I had children.  Honestly I did not believe it.  I have had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115206961988669170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=115206961988669170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115206961988669170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115206961988669170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-is-not-baby-that-is-15-pound.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-115085784062679431</id><published>2006-06-20T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:44:00.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Reason For Some Really Good SleepI absolutely love our bed and I wish I had taken the time to do this earlier.  Tonight I bought several things that just made our bed heavenly.  I am afraid that if I get in bed tonight, I will not get up tomorrow.I have been using a Snoogle that my cousin and his wife gave me for my birthday.  It goes everywhere with me. It has been absolutely awesome, but my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115085784062679431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=115085784062679431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115085784062679431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115085784062679431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/reason-for-some-really-good-sleep-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-115034209357832970</id><published>2006-06-14T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:28:13.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pregnancy PoliceNow I want to know, who is in charge of this specific group that seems to be bent on making sure they tell you that you are killing your unborn child, or ensuring that your baby will be born with three ears or missing a couple of fingers or toes.  Who gave this group dominion over all those pregnant and why can't they keep their nose in their own business?  I did not become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115034209357832970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=115034209357832970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115034209357832970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/115034209357832970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/pregnancy-police-now-i-want-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-114947694806398321</id><published>2006-06-04T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:42:00.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth About Babies and MarriageIf you have no interest in babies or how they could change your entire life, then these posts just won't be any fun for you.  Now, if you are a having a baby or thinking about having a baby you might find this to be some very valuable information.I guess I can start by saying that I am absolutely thrilled about my little bundle of joy that is on the way and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114947694806398321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=114947694806398321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114947694806398321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114947694806398321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth-about-babies-and-marriage-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-114411546245709756</id><published>2006-04-03T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:51:02.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby batter, anyone?My sister warned me that I would forget a lot of things while I was pregnant and she was right about that.  One thing she did forgot to tell me was all of the silly things I would do to go along with forgetting my purse, cell phone and laptop at work. Or forgetting to let the dog out, feed her or play with her..... My sister forgot to tell me that I would lose all sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114411546245709756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=114411546245709756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114411546245709756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114411546245709756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/04/baby-batter-anyone-my-sister-warned-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-114160729479360729</id><published>2006-03-05T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:08:14.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big A$$ TVWith a baby on the way Greg and I feel a new sense of urgency to do 100 things around the house.  We checked one thing off our list today by purchasing a new TV.  I took a little heat for this pending purchase a couple of months ago because Greg told a few of our friends that I refused to allow him to purchase a 50 inch TV.  I just did not think it would look good in our living room.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114160729479360729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=114160729479360729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114160729479360729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114160729479360729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-tv-with-baby-on-way-greg-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-114152912424719323</id><published>2006-03-04T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:25:24.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long, long, ago....Lots of time seems to have passed since I last posted... Well, it has... Oh, just 6 months or so.... Whew...I took another stab at Polished Rocks tonight and just worked on something short.  Short seems to be the best that I do these days.  I am still working a lot and collapsing into the bad at night. But I have much more making me tired these days.  Greg and I are expecting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114152912424719323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=114152912424719323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114152912424719323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/114152912424719323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112528041883494633</id><published>2005-08-29T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:47:56.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RecalculationToday marks one week since the funeral of dear friend of mine.  He was a member of the same board I serve on, he was well respected, a devoted and loving husband and father, a hard worker and dear to everyone who knew him.  He was also very young.  One month before his 40th birthday, he died of a massive heart attack.  The news came as a huge shock and rattled each of the members of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112528041883494633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112528041883494633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112528041883494633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112528041883494633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/recalculation-today-marks-one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112425314065138786</id><published>2005-08-16T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:32:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The $20.05 DealIt is past my bedtime and I am stuffed.  One of my girlfriends got an idea a while back to take part in the Restaurant of the Week special and made reservations for 5 of us this evening.  We ate at Dailey's which was wonderful. I have been there for drinks before, but never dinner.  The special was as the title says, Twenty dollars and five cents (The price came from the year that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112425314065138786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112425314065138786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112425314065138786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112425314065138786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/20.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112407115328191567</id><published>2005-08-14T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:59:13.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Season of WeddingsThis weekend made the second weekend in a row that we had wedding activities.  One of our groomsmen married this weekend and it was a lovely wedding.  The couple had family that came from every area of the states.  The summer rain came just in time for us to travel to the wedding so the ride was nice and wet.  But, the wedding went off without a hitch, the bride was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112407115328191567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112407115328191567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112407115328191567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112407115328191567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/season-of-weddings-this-weekend-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112381961782637494</id><published>2005-08-11T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:06:57.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, so over dueNeal Reid my not be a house hold name to you right now, but if you run in circles of the LPGA and ESPN, he is right now.This is so over due and to Neal I have to apologize for that.  Neal is a dear, dear friend of mine.  In fact we have been friends for more than half of my life.  We met the year he moved to Georgia.  This Alabama boy moved to the booming burbs of Georgia when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112381961782637494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112381961782637494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112381961782637494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112381961782637494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-so-over-due-neal-reid-my-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112363571074492117</id><published>2005-08-09T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:01:50.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New RoutineTwo days in a row... Maybe three.  I am finally getting back into a routine of trying to write.  If I can just keep the rest of my life as neat and in line.  Polished Rocks was not updated for a year... I could hardly believe one whole year.  Now two days in a row I have added something.  I guess that is a start.Nothing exciting to report except that Greg and I came up a new Homer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112363571074492117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112363571074492117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112363571074492117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112363571074492117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-routine-two-days-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112354864170648589</id><published>2005-08-08T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:08:55.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are just random thingsTo start off a very random entry, I have to give proper credit to a very special person who could fill many wonderful entries of my blog, but I never really get around to glorifying her. Greg and Holly's cousin, Brandi is by far one of the most wonderful women I know.  She does share that place with my moms, sisters, and my Ya-Yas. Greg and I spent the weekend with her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112354864170648589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112354864170648589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112354864170648589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112354864170648589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/these-are-just-random-things-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112324870035286284</id><published>2005-08-05T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:31:40.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courtesy Of Your Professional AuthorI may not have any truly creative writing projects completed and published, but by gosh I am going to have some professional works published soon.I just concluded a call for my first writing assignment.  Our company is working on a book and some presentation materials for public safety and some of the projects my office has worked on has been selected.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112324870035286284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112324870035286284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112324870035286284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112324870035286284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/courtesy-of-your-professional-author-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112317871418041633</id><published>2005-08-04T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:05:34.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not on top of the world, I am on top of my deskI noticed a very disturbing theme.  My entries became all about how busy and stressed out I was with work and I neglected to mention really great things about life.  While, I may not be on top of the world, I am on top of desk.  I mean that in a figurative way. I have wrapped up all of the things that were lingering from last week.  The main </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112317871418041633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112317871418041633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112317871418041633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112317871418041633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-not-on-top-of-world-i-am-on-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112289966869094441</id><published>2005-08-01T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T07:34:28.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is that a healthy obsession you have there???On top of the fact that I have so much work to do this week, I am also struggling with a major issue right now.  My obsession with IKEA.  I received my first catalog this weekend and my mind has been on it ever since.  I really want to find a small table to go between the chairs in our living room and IKEA has several things I want.  I have quotes to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112289966869094441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112289966869094441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112289966869094441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112289966869094441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-that-healthy-obsession-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112286222877802060</id><published>2005-07-31T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:17:54.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time is just ticking awayHard to believe that one week ago I was spending my first weekend in San Diego.  I have never been, so the excitement the week before was out of control.  I work for a company that hosts a large conference there every year so it was a new adventure for me.  Little did I know this, but there are a lot of users out there who have blogs on this subject, company and they kept</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112286222877802060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112286222877802060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112286222877802060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112286222877802060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-is-just-ticking-away-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112142951163302799</id><published>2005-07-15T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T08:12:30.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pink Panties For Your consolation PrizeI think I have mentioned before that I married a really wonderful and warm man.  Well, it looks like Victoria Secret thinks he is wonderful as well.  Last night, after cutting the grass and trying to get things dried out in our flooded basement, I locked my husband out of the house.  Not on purpose I can assure you.  We had just put our latest obsession, an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112142951163302799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112142951163302799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112142951163302799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112142951163302799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/07/pink-panties-for-your-consolation.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-112013528982378342</id><published>2005-06-30T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:41:29.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Monster InsideA couple of weeks ago I noticed something interesting about my workouts.  When I do only cardio in the morning I feel energized and I do not fall into an afternoon slump.  When I workout back and biceps I feel strong, tall and invincible. When I workout chest and triceps I feel like some aggressive monster.  This is really a weird feeling that I have noticed. Greg and I rolled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/112013528982378342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=112013528982378342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112013528982378342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/112013528982378342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/06/monster-inside-couple-of-weeks-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111956477343009012</id><published>2005-06-23T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:12:53.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grow up alreadySome days I feel like I am still sixteen years old.  Other days I look around at my office or snap to reality when I drive into Greg and I's driveway and realize that I am no longer sixteen.  And that fact became so apparent to me on Monday when Greg and I met with our financial advisor.  Talk about whip lash into the present moment.  We talked about our 401(k), Money Market </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111956477343009012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111956477343009012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111956477343009012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111956477343009012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/06/grow-up-already-some-days-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111903538592024245</id><published>2005-06-17T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:09:45.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Days I am a ToadBut I am hoping to be kissed by a princeThe last couple of weeks have gone by in hast and a bit of a blur.  Just when you think summer time means lazy days and picking flowers, I have found that it is something all together different.  It is lots of deadlines, house repairs, friend and family marriages, family vacations, dates with the washer and dryer, visits to the vet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111903538592024245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111903538592024245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111903538592024245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111903538592024245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-days-i-am-toad-but-i-am-hoping-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111842889967914475</id><published>2005-06-10T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:12:13.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plan of AttackToday has just been one of those days.  I have a lot of things that really need to get attention, but it is Friday afternoon, it is my husband's birthday and my nephew's birthday, I have not seen hubby since Wednesday morning and I am ready for the busy weekend we are about to have.  So, needless to say, this has been the most unproductive day I have had in a long time. Unproductive</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111842889967914475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111842889967914475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111842889967914475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111842889967914475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/06/plan-of-attack-today-has-just-been-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111817553091396525</id><published>2005-06-07T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:18:50.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Town and OutI am so excited about this! There is a bus that connects with Marta, which has a stop by my office and I rode it this morning.  I was so pleased.  I strongly encourage alternate transportation, mass transit, whatever you want to call it, but it has never really been available to me to ride from home to work.  That is until now.  So I hopped myself up this morning and took a ride on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111817553091396525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111817553091396525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111817553091396525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111817553091396525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-town-and-out-i-am-so-excited-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111720723384701933</id><published>2005-05-27T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:20:33.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free DreamingHoorah! This weekend officially marks the beginning of summer.  And it could not come a moment too soon.  Sun dresses are hanging in my closet just waiting to be worn in the warm sun and maybe get a tickle kiss from the ocean this summer.... Hey, why wait until this weekend to start dreaming?When I was in school, summer meant that I had a chance to write for a couple of months about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111720723384701933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111720723384701933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111720723384701933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111720723384701933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/05/free-dreaming-hoorah-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111686572160255981</id><published>2005-05-23T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:28:41.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it is MondayToday is a good day so far.  I came in the office early to get a jump start on my week because I am so tired of being so far behind on things.  So far, so good.  My phone has only rang three times today.  Tomorrow it will ring thirty. My desk is once again organized, but my in box is still full.  I will have to get to that after lunch.The weekend was good. Dinner on Friday night to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111686572160255981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111686572160255981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111686572160255981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111686572160255981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-it-is-monday-today-is-good-day-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111661896366188772</id><published>2005-05-20T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:56:03.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it has been ten years.... Since I graduated from high school.  I got an email from our class president yesterday and our reunion is going to be the first weekend of August.  I am really excited about.  There are not as many people on the list as I thought there would be but I am sure we will find more along the way.I still keep in touch with a handful of folks from high school.  We have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111661896366188772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111661896366188772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111661896366188772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111661896366188772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-it-has-been-ten-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111626868420787922</id><published>2005-05-16T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:45:49.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Being A Home OwnerThis weekend I awakened some muscles that I must not have been using much.  My back is soar, my shoulder is making some weird noises and my forearms have had a workout.  I am hear to say that I am not complaining though.  Not one bit.  That is because if you walk in our house where you use to see some nappy carpet that our sweet cocker spaniel liked to throw up on, you now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111626868420787922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111626868420787922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111626868420787922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111626868420787922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-being-home-owner-this-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111573024225572649</id><published>2005-05-10T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T07:46:00.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Is Chaos- Baby!!So I started a draft on Monday and I was pulled away for something and never got back to it.  Here I am, trying to catch up with myself.  I have not been in the office much this week and I have not been staying at my house.  Our hardwood floors are complete though. Greg and I went by the house last night to check them out and we were both so excited.  If we had been allowed, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111573024225572649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111573024225572649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111573024225572649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111573024225572649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-is-chaos-baby-so-i-started-draft-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111409443687339054</id><published>2005-04-21T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T09:40:36.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 AgainWhen you think of yourself at 13 what is one of the first things that comes to mind?  For me it was braces.  I have two loving parents that put me through the torture of three years with braces.  And because I love myself I am going to put myself through it again.  Over the last ten years I have had a gap between my two front teeth that seems to be getting larger all of the time.  During </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111409443687339054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111409443687339054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111409443687339054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111409443687339054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/04/13-again-when-you-think-of-yourself-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111394063335279152</id><published>2005-04-19T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:58:16.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keith Brooking is a Rock StarMy honey and I were living like rock stars last night! At least that is way that it felt.  I know I mentioned this in a previous post that I have been to Metalsome Monday.... Oh! Lordy! What a thrill! And I finally got my honey out there last night.  I am still in awe of these guys.  There does not seem to be a song that they can not play and play well.  They played </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111394063335279152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111394063335279152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111394063335279152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111394063335279152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/04/keith-brooking-is-rock-star-my-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111383338005985138</id><published>2005-04-18T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T09:09:40.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So come check out our new floors, furniture and my wife's bikini lineCan you honestly think of someone saying this to you?  Oh, it just might be my husband.  Hubby and I are both obsessed with the new hardwood floors we are about to put in our house, as well as the new furniture we are going to finally fork the money out for.  Yes, we are saying goodbye to the broken in couches with the slip </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111383338005985138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111383338005985138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111383338005985138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111383338005985138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-come-check-out-our-new-floors.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111223597088290871</id><published>2005-03-30T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:26:10.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Travel the world, my dearI have just spent two days with several folks from my company whom I have never met before.  Things have been great.  I have been learning about openings, probing, confirmation and indifference.  My performance upon my return from training should be outstanding.  Well, that is if I can manage to retain it all.There are three people I have been spending the most time with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111223597088290871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111223597088290871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111223597088290871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111223597088290871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/03/travel-world-my-dear-i-have-just-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111206893294970485</id><published>2005-03-28T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:02:12.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For The Sheer Love of DCSometimes I am a lucky lady.  I will truly determine that at the end of this week when I fly back to Atlanta at midnight so I can rise again early on Friday for an important meeting in Augusta that just had to be rescheduled because of The Masters.I am in DC this week for training.  Somehow I became one of the six lucky folks across this great nation to be involved in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111206893294970485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111206893294970485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111206893294970485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111206893294970485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-sheer-love-of-dc-sometimes-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111081449397192574</id><published>2005-03-14T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T10:34:53.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love And Dodge BallThe Culpepper 1st Anniversary was very good. We are currently taking a Newlywed Seminar at church which started off our day, we ate leftovers for lunch, Greg and Mary's husband, Andrew watched Tech lose to Duke, which is exactly what happened on our wedding day (we even have pictures to prove it), then we watched Dodge Ball. We ended the night with a half romantic dinner and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111081449397192574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111081449397192574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111081449397192574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111081449397192574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-and-dodge-ball-culpepper-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111064677220306114</id><published>2005-03-12T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T11:59:32.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh! I have spring fever up in hereBlah! I am working today... It is a must. I have too much to do and I have not reached the high status in my company yet to require an assistant for myself. I do not know how long that is going to take, but it better get here in a hurry.On my way to the office I stopped at Swoozie's to look for some invitations for a couple of showers I have coming up this spring</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111064677220306114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111064677220306114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111064677220306114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111064677220306114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-i-have-spring-fever-up-in-here-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111056193808735150</id><published>2005-03-11T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:25:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>28Yesterday I celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday. I did not do anything like take the day off and go to the spa like I did last year, but I had a great day. I had calls from some of the people who are dearest to my heart, singing birthday wishes and making me feel so special. When I got home I had a mailbox full of cards and packages. I felt loved.One thing that has become a birthday tradition </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111056193808735150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111056193808735150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111056193808735150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111056193808735150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/03/28-yesterday-i-celebrated-my-twenty.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111048484288403725</id><published>2005-03-10T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T15:00:42.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me and Alyssa MilanoI have a really fun calendar on my desk. It is the "Wild Words from Wild Women" Although I am not sure that every woman listed in the calendar is really wild. I am not even sure I realize Alyssa Milano was wild. Apparently she is wild enough to make it to the calendar.Today Alyssa says,"I use to sleep nude- until the earthquake."I can see how that would be uncomfortable. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111048484288403725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111048484288403725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111048484288403725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111048484288403725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-and-alyssa-milano-i-have-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-111007761246370276</id><published>2005-03-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:53:23.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lining Up My LessonsSo this past week was not my best, not by far. I started the week off completely normal. I was still on a high from spending the weekend with two of my best friends, Greg and I were just getting back from a great workout at the gym, it was six A.M. and I was getting a phone call that I just did not want. A year and two weeks after losing my grandad, I was just hearing that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/111007761246370276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=111007761246370276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111007761246370276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/111007761246370276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/03/lining-up-my-lessons-so-this-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-110840649901031008</id><published>2005-02-14T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T13:58:39.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is Bob the Baton Twirling Minister of Mirth?So often I am reminded of the great friends I have made over the last few years and yesterday was just another reminder of that. A group of us were celebrating the birthday of our friend, Gwen at Agnes and Muriel's. We had great food, half of the second floor to ourselves, a fantastic waiter and decorations all over the table. As always, Gwen was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/110840649901031008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=110840649901031008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110840649901031008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110840649901031008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-is-bob-baton-twirling-minister.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-110812951867590909</id><published>2005-02-11T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:52:29.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burning Black Eyed PeasI have been working for almost a year now to make sure Greg felt confident that I was a good cook. We were both surprised last night that I messed up the easiest thing you can make. I burned black eyed peas..... No, I am not kidding!See, I love to go home and hang out with my hubby. I work hard all day and I get so excited when I get home and he greets me at the door along </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/110812951867590909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=110812951867590909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110812951867590909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110812951867590909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/02/burning-black-eyed-peas-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-110717511349461625</id><published>2005-01-31T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T07:39:32.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bragging RightsI am sure I have not mentioned this before, but I married a Civil Engineer.... Now before you start getting visions of a pocket protector wearing nerd with tape holding his glasses together, I will go ahead and dissolve that illusion. While he is one of the smartest people I have ever met, he loves sports, works out almost religiously and makes me laugh like no one else does. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/110717511349461625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=110717511349461625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110717511349461625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110717511349461625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/01/bragging-rights-i-am-sure-i-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-110691436848833751</id><published>2005-01-28T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T07:12:48.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working on my BRAGOur office just moved two weeks ago today. Very exciting! I have been gone so much though that I came in this morning completely noticing the piles of things that have not been taken care of. I have not hung my calendar yet and I am not sure where my notes are from a kick off meeting we had before Christmas- AGG!I did three good things this morning- I got here REALLY early, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/110691436848833751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=110691436848833751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110691436848833751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110691436848833751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/01/working-on-my-brag-our-office-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-110662430129838400</id><published>2005-01-24T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:38:40.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Return of the Mac Daddy Way too Busy to get on down to the nitty gritty...TWO MONTHS!!!!! How does two months go by and I find that I am out of touch with everything? It is called Homeland Security Funding. As a state rep for my company little projects like that tend to become my life for a while. I somehow fell into the abyss, but my head is now just above water and I have almost reached my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/110662430129838400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=110662430129838400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110662430129838400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110662430129838400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2005/01/return-of-mac-daddy-way-too-busy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-110087858742129273</id><published>2004-11-19T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:36:27.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT are you drinking?????I am beginning to believe that if it is green, it is good for you. Now, I know green stuff from a pool or a lake might not be good for you, but if it comes from GNC, it might be good for you.In my constant efforts to stay healthy, I will try things from time to time. Sometimes they are good and sometimes they are really NOT good. I have discovered the perfect thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/110087858742129273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=110087858742129273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110087858742129273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110087858742129273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-are-you-drinking-i-am-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-110078970812313631</id><published>2004-11-18T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:08:57.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chocolate for my dog's soulBefore I left Reno last week, I stopped to pick up a gift for my sister and brother-in-law. Since Greg was in Tampa and I was in Reno, or sweet puppy was going to need to have a place to stay. So, for the second time in a month, my sister and brother-in-law were watching Cassie, again.I picked up a t-shirt, magnet and chocolate bars as a thank you, and safely got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/110078970812313631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=110078970812313631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110078970812313631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/110078970812313631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/11/chocolate-for-my-dogs-soul-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109998440417965045</id><published>2004-11-09T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T02:50:15.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stories that are too good not to tellThe last couple of weeks have been really busy. Work is great, just crazy. The house is in a constant mess because hubby and I have so many projects and not enough time, and I have started my creative writing class. But, life is too good to go unrecorded.Our scratch and sniff weekendI know I have mentioned before, my cousin-in-law, her boyfriend and their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109998440417965045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109998440417965045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109998440417965045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109998440417965045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/11/stories-that-are-too-good-not-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109844800055789151</id><published>2004-10-22T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T07:26:40.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween.... This is so stupidI do not understand what the big deal is. Maybe because all I have done this year is put fall flowers in my ceramic pumpkin. But, for some reason I do not get it. Halloween is on October 31. I got that. But every radio station this morning was talking about Halloween might be on Saturday, or it might be on Sunday. So, in the famous words of Seinfeld I ask, "What's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109844800055789151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109844800055789151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109844800055789151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109844800055789151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109837774337533979</id><published>2004-10-21T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T12:19:11.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Running AwayHave you ever stopped one day and thought about how life just seems to run away from you? Fall has always been a time of the year that I think I become more reflective, more adventurous and more reminiscent.Football season (Fall) reminds me of going to Falcons games with my dad and cheerleading in high school. It also reminds me of Friday afternoons when one of my college </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109837774337533979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109837774337533979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109837774337533979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109837774337533979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-running-away-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109759923507593817</id><published>2004-10-12T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:40:35.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh No!!! My CarAbout three weeks ago I was involved in a 5 car pile up. Sounds bad, which it was, but not as bad for me. At least that is what I thought.I was in my first accident a year ago. I went 9 years without being involved in an accident or getting a speeding ticket and that has changed now. It all started at a light in north Atlanta last fall. I was rear-ended by another car so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109759923507593817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109759923507593817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109759923507593817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109759923507593817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-no-my-car-about-three-weeks-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109716883599099798</id><published>2004-10-07T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:07:15.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All That JazzThe last couple of days have been really busy so I did not get to report this after I saw it. Tuesday evening one of my girlfriends, Laura, had an extra ticket to see the play, Chicago. It was wonderful!!!!! I really enjoyed the movie, but something about the play was so captivating. It was showing at the Fabulous Fox Theatre and that is always a treat when I can see something at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109716883599099798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109716883599099798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109716883599099798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109716883599099798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-that-jazz-last-couple-of-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109638576869561455</id><published>2004-09-28T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:36:08.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am rocking nowYesterday was my friend, Mary's birthday. I was really excited to see her for her birthday. I know she has mentioned Metalsome Monday in her blog before, so I was pretty darn happy that I was going to have a chance to check it out for myself. This is not child's play. We have been to places like Val's where anyone can get up there and sing a song, but that does not seem to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109638576869561455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109638576869561455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109638576869561455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109638576869561455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-rocking-now-yesterday-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109576785081566428</id><published>2004-09-21T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T06:57:30.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a HurryIt feels like fall came over night. A week ago, I was sweating like a pack mule when I was doing yard work and wearing as little clothing as possible. Sunday afternoon I was dreaming of crisp fall leaves and getting excited about going to my first outdoor football game of the season. I am amazed, yet I am so excited. I will be wearing sweat shirts soon and warm coats. I will wrap up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109576785081566428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109576785081566428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109576785081566428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109576785081566428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-hurry-it-feels-like-fall-came-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109535417212736298</id><published>2004-09-16T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T12:02:52.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Full ProductionI still love my job- no doubt about that. I just do not like my lack of time. Time to really work on the house, to write, read, and maybe shop. Ultra sweet hubby of mine is very kind to remind me that I have not blogged from time to time. It is always good to know that he reads it. Last week was huge. My director and I were in Savannah for a big presentation. He decided after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109535417212736298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109535417212736298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109535417212736298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109535417212736298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/09/full-production-i-still-love-my-job-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109465961444622464</id><published>2004-09-08T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T11:08:16.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doors, Floors, and Furni-chores.....Last night I sat down with Greg and we started talking about a sixteen month plan for some things we want to do to the house. We are on a total roll right now with our house projects. We still have several interior doors to replace before we start looking for a new front door or storm doors for the back.One thing we really want to do between now and October</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109465961444622464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109465961444622464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109465961444622464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109465961444622464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/09/doors-floors-and-furni-chores.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109457415948756719</id><published>2004-09-07T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:22:39.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrapping up in wind and rainAnother few days of not blogging and lots to catch up on. I went to our neighbor's house on Friday afternoon when I got home from work and talked with her about our dog. She felt bad for being harsh and not telling us before that she was distressed. I felt bad that our sweet little dog was bothering her and that we looked like some young punks. All is well now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109457415948756719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109457415948756719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109457415948756719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109457415948756719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/09/wrapping-up-in-wind-and-rain-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109406210337484606</id><published>2004-09-01T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T13:08:23.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Dog! Bad!Greg and I officially got into trouble last night with one of our neighbors. We were having dinner with a friend so we put Cassie outside so she would not jump in our laps or bother our guest while we tried to eat.Shortly after dinner we were sitting in the den when one of our neighbors came to the door calling for, "Gregory". I knew that had to be trouble. No one even knows him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109406210337484606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109406210337484606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109406210337484606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109406210337484606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/09/bad-dog-bad-greg-and-i-officially-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109387966714074254</id><published>2004-08-30T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:30:53.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons in the human conditionYesterday evening, Greg and I were getting together with our friends Mary and Andrew and Mary's parents for a concert featuring Francine Reed. We are all huge fans. Unfortunately, due to the weather, the concert was cancelled so we decided to take our picnic food and break bread in the square at some picnic tables. Being the wonderful husbands they all are, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109387966714074254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109387966714074254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109387966714074254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109387966714074254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/lessons-in-human-condition-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109354654651272340</id><published>2004-08-26T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:55:46.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am really happyI left work last night, ran some errands, and planned a baby shower on the phone in traffic. I was feeling so good. Things are just rolling and I feel like I have gotten so much done at work this week. I am really happy.Dinner last night was wonderful! My other sister, Holly has been solo for a bit since her other half has been out of town. I know I do not like it when Greg </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109354654651272340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109354654651272340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109354654651272340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109354654651272340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-really-happy-i-left-work-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109346665358028487</id><published>2004-08-25T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:44:13.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This girl has gone wildI spent two hours today doing nothing and I mean nothing, but answering emails. Our company had some server problems yesterday evening and when I got in this morning there were very few emails which is not normal. Three hours later I had forty something emails to answer and once I started answering htose, there were replies to those answers which I, in turn had to reply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109346665358028487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109346665358028487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109346665358028487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109346665358028487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-girl-has-gone-wild-i-spent-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109336494505454730</id><published>2004-08-24T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:29:05.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl- Get your act together!!!!!I hate it when I get off the blog wagon. This has become something that I really enjoy. Even my dear husband mentioned last night that I had not been blogging lately.. ARGH.... trying to be a new employee who is on top of everything and has it all together, is harder than it looks.So, life has been interesting.... I got my first speeding ticket a month ago. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109336494505454730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109336494505454730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109336494505454730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109336494505454730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/girl-get-your-act-together-i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109268625865129276</id><published>2004-08-16T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:57:38.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Weekend In Little TownGreg and I took an extended weekend to a small, south Georgia town this weekend, where he grew up. We were going to stay with family, hangout by the pool and just relax. Greg is really close to one of his cousins and we just do not get the chance to see her as much as we use to. This is a pity because she is one of the most fun people to be around. She can out shop, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109268625865129276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109268625865129276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109268625865129276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109268625865129276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/big-weekend-in-little-town-greg-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109232889443531486</id><published>2004-08-12T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:41:34.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The things you learn laterI love that my entries have been more of the light hearted and fun in nature recently. This one will not seem so.....Wonderful husband and I went to a Braves game last night. Something we both share a great love for. Strangest thing happened though..... The power went out. It was really interesting to watch this happen. It is just as if all major league players have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109232889443531486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109232889443531486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109232889443531486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109232889443531486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-you-learn-later-i-love-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109222136680093189</id><published>2004-08-11T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T05:49:26.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And The Prince Has SpokenI am completely amazed. An evening with Prince is truly an incredible thing. He is so entertaining and even did a great job of making the huge concert some how seem more intimate. Incredible!Artist have Picasso, actors have Stephen Spielberg, GIS professional have Jack Dangermond and musicians have Prince. I told a couple of my girlfriends last night that I feel so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109222136680093189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109222136680093189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109222136680093189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109222136680093189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-prince-has-spoken-i-am-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109205606161812817</id><published>2004-08-09T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T07:55:10.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Prince ArrivesGreat excitement after coming home from a fun and relaxing weekend at Big Canoe with close friends. We had a great time and I know that my friend Mary will describe the weekend in great detail and do it some much needed justice. Good times my dear!I have even more things to look forward to. I am going to see Prince in concert this evening. I can hardly contain the excitement! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109205606161812817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109205606161812817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109205606161812817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109205606161812817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/prince-arrivesgreat-excitement-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109180490951055262</id><published>2004-08-06T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:08:29.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brain is mushI had a very productive business trip this week. Although by yesterday afternoon my brain felt like it was mush. I was in Savannah, Georgia which is an awesome place. That is a business trip I do not mind making. However, I think it would be better if I made it in the fall rather then the hottest time of the summer. I was running from office to office in historic Savannah in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109180490951055262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109180490951055262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109180490951055262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109180490951055262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-brain-is-mush-i-had-very-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109155387320850710</id><published>2004-08-03T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T12:24:33.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am really not a geekI think I have mentioned before that I love what I do. I got lucky there. Baut apparently that has the potential for making me look like a geek. Everything seems to be going very well, my new job is going great, all except for the fact that I am swamped this week and I really should forego blogging in order to keep me from moving into my office. This time of the year is by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109155387320850710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109155387320850710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109155387320850710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109155387320850710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-really-not-geek-i-think-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109120098879145450</id><published>2004-07-30T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:23:08.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shades of red I have been working at my new company for two months now. I am beginning to figure out just how huge the company is and how small I am. You want to talk about being a tiny fish in the ocean, that is me. I am getting into a new area of the industry and yesterday was my first try at it. My director and our high tech guy met with some various folks throughout the state. Things went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109120098879145450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109120098879145450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109120098879145450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109120098879145450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/shades-of-red-i-have-been-working-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109111211079826990</id><published>2004-07-29T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:41:50.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you getting ready for school???   My mother and mother-in-law, along with several of my friends are teachers. I have noticed while talking with them over the last week that they hear the school bells ringing right now. School days will be here again and very soon.   I so clearly remember what it was like to get ready for school. My parents would take me to school to meet my teacher. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109111211079826990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109111211079826990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109111211079826990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109111211079826990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/are-you-getting-ready-for-school-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109104196702031507</id><published>2004-07-28T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:12:47.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever an "Afterglow".... I have been one fortunate lady these days when it comes to music I enjoy. I was able to go to the symphony this past weekend and last night I saw Sarah McLachlan in concert. Eleven years ago I introduced my sister to Sarah. Now at the time I am not sure she was all that excited about it. Possession was the first CD of Sarah's that I ever had and we listened to it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109104196702031507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109104196702031507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109104196702031507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109104196702031507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/forever-afterglow.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109095074622042720</id><published>2004-07-27T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T12:52:26.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am taking the stairs I realized today that I am getting slack again. I did not work out this morning, or yesterday morning. Sleep has been a good thing for me. This in turn has helped me realize that I am going to very soon resemble the distant cousin of Pillsbury Dough Boy if I do not get my rear in gear and I mean that literally. So, I began today by taking the stairs. I work on the fourth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109095074622042720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109095074622042720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109095074622042720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109095074622042720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-taking-stairs-i-realized-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109060889797365839</id><published>2004-07-23T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T13:54:57.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And today your fortune is......   I really wish I had a digital camera. I think most of my posts would be so much more entertaining.... But, then your eyes may see something different from what I see. So rather then upload a picture of my fortune from lunch today, I will just type it,   The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next..... lucky numbers 7,13,20,31,32,33   So, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109060889797365839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109060889797365839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109060889797365839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109060889797365839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-today-your-fortune-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109042657498349333</id><published>2004-07-21T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T11:16:14.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are moving very fast This has been a really fast week, even if it does feel like a Saturday. Work has picked up- a lot and so has my social calendar which is fun as well. When Greg and I went to bed last night, he was slipping into restful sleep while my brain was still running. I asked him one question, which he answered and then another which he answered as well, and then I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109042657498349333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109042657498349333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109042657498349333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109042657498349333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/things-are-moving-very-fast-this-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-109026055471031762</id><published>2004-07-19T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T13:10:43.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I am in junior high again   If you were to look at an aerial view of the junior high school I went to, you would see a larger H  as the main halls and a smaller square in the middle that held the court yard. That is a lot like where I am right now.   I have been working at my new company for  six weeks and my director brought me to Charlotte, NC for one of our regional staff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/109026055471031762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=109026055471031762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109026055471031762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/109026055471031762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-feel-like-i-am-inis-meeting-on-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108998065276802004</id><published>2004-07-16T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T07:59:02.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part Two: What fun things you see... In public restrooms   Thanks to my friend Mary, I have found a great site for writings on restroom stalls. More intelligent drunk people. If you have ever written something on a bathroom stall and want to know if it has made it to this site, then check this out- The Writings On The Stall.   And the fun in Tucker will continue this evening. Mary and Andrew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108998065276802004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108998065276802004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108998065276802004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108998065276802004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/part-two-what-fun-things-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108965276801372368</id><published>2004-07-12T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:19:28.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What fun things you see- In public BathroomsFriday night, Greg and I had dinner with our friends, Mary and Andrew. A new Mexican restaurant just opened up near us and it was supposed to be like a restaurant that Greg and Andrew would frequent when they were in college. It was the kind of place that you could order a big beer with a hand signal. Unlucky for us, this branch not only did not know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108965276801372368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108965276801372368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108965276801372368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108965276801372368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-fun-things-you-see-in-public.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108939873748756006</id><published>2004-07-09T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T13:45:37.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We will never grow up... We will forever be kidsJust when you thought all newly married couples were spending their time having candle light dinners and gazing in each others eyes for hours at a time..... You meet Greg and I. We are showing true signs of reverting to our very young years. While we could be spending our time planting flowers and our money on new furniture, new floors or paying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108939873748756006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108939873748756006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108939873748756006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108939873748756006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-will-never-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108928968259756113</id><published>2004-07-08T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T07:28:02.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Staying in constant troubleGreg and I just returned from a wonderful vacation with his family. The week of the Fourth of July every year, Greg's family takes a vacation together. We spent the entire time eating home made ice cream, sitting on the porch, gazing at stars, and in the law enforcement's review mirror. For a group of well behaving, young adults, we sure did not seem like it this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108928968259756113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108928968259756113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108928968259756113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108928968259756113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/staying-in-constant-trouble-greg-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108878677102645686</id><published>2004-07-02T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:46:11.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Step away from the snack boxOur entire office is going to become candidates for the Weight Watchers. About a week ago a couple of guys came into our office and made a great offer that we could not turn down. This is how pitiful we are. We all said, "Oh, I really do not need to be eating things like that...." Ten minutes later we were the proud owners of a new snack box. This thing comes complete</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108878677102645686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108878677102645686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108878677102645686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108878677102645686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/step-away-from-snack-box-our-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108870973427746625</id><published>2004-07-01T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:22:14.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a girl wantsI have a collection of handbags. Some are Target purchased bags and some are vintage finds from eBay. Some women love shoes, I love handbags. I do not really have a bag that goes with every outfit, but I would like to. I think that is the girliest thing about me. I do not primp too long, I distinguish seasons by baseball, football, and basketball, I like real beer and I do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108870973427746625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108870973427746625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108870973427746625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108870973427746625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-girl-wants-i-have-collection-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108853951782010104</id><published>2004-06-29T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:01:55.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is great with friends like these&lt;/&gt;My friend Mary was sweet enough to send a few pictures along from a wedding we were in this weekend, in fact she was one of my bridesmaids. She is one crazy gal.Looking at this picture was a stark reminder of what great friends I have. Even though there a few missing from this picture, this is a pretty good look at my core group who has been around for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108853951782010104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108853951782010104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108853951782010104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108853951782010104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/life-is-great-with-friends-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108809765540960880</id><published>2004-06-24T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T12:20:55.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is that smell?????I guess sometimes you have to take the good with the bad. Our company has been pretty fortunate this year. They have been hiring several new people and the place is pretty full at this point. It is so full that we have had to turn half of the conference room on the floor I work on into a storage room. In order to avoid heavy construction, a divider was placed in the office</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108809765540960880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108809765540960880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108809765540960880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108809765540960880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-is-that-smell-i-guess-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108801657818989858</id><published>2004-06-23T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T13:49:38.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creatures of habitI have been wondering for a couple of weeks who has been walking around the ceiling of our office building. My office is on the top floor, so we are fortunate to have such a nice view of the world around us. But, almost every afternoon I hear light steps above my head and I always wonder what it is. I have just assumed that the maintenance crew stays pretty busy and they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108801657818989858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108801657818989858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108801657818989858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108801657818989858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/creatures-of-habit-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108782833898190559</id><published>2004-06-21T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T09:32:18.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out your magazineAnother topic posed by The Bert Show. I have not been reading teen magazines for several years so I am totally out of the loop on their content. Well, thanks to last week's topic I am up to speed on these teen magazines. When I was reading "Bop" and "Seventeen", it was covered with photos of boy bands, Tiffany, Debbie Gibson and ads for jelly shoes. Apparently, these days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108782833898190559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108782833898190559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108782833898190559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108782833898190559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/check-out-your-magazine-another-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108739576027766369</id><published>2004-06-16T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:22:40.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are going to join the Garden ClubYou know you have officially arrived into the smug married club when you are no longer individually invited out for drinks or a road trip, but rather you are invited as a couple to toddler birthday parties, anniversary dinners and the neighborhood garden club. Our invitation took place against the back drop of an accident on the street parallel to ours. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108739576027766369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108739576027766369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108739576027766369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108739576027766369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/we-are-going-to-join-garden-club-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108731934248262591</id><published>2004-06-15T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:09:02.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More from the Bert ShowAnother interesting morning on The Bert Show. This morning among some of the great topics they hit on, one was "What Drives You Crazy About Women?" This is opening up trouble, I think but it was funny. You would think that there were tons of guys calling in listing the hundreds of things that women do that drive them crazy. The truth is that more women were calling in then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108731934248262591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108731934248262591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108731934248262591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108731934248262591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/more-from-bert-show-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108722032145004700</id><published>2004-06-14T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T08:38:41.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who has been going through my trash?I just think this is really weird.... Our trash is picked up on Mondays so usually Greg and I put the trash by the curb on Sunday evenings when we are preparing for the week. Last night we placed one can with a cardboard box and a pizza box sitting neatly on top. That was around 9:20 yesterday evening. This morning at 5:30 AM when I was leaving for the gym, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108722032145004700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108722032145004700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108722032145004700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108722032145004700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/who-has-been-going-through-my-trash-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108697360248460325</id><published>2004-06-11T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T12:06:42.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome LukeWell, that cute picture is not my nephew- but that is a cute baby. I am lame and do not have a digital camera, so my adorable pictures of my new nephew are protected and enclosed within a disposable camera. I will get with it one day.I have to say, I am completely amazed at the whole process of birth. My sister wanted me to be there, so against my own weak stomach and little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108697360248460325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108697360248460325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108697360248460325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108697360248460325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/welcome-luke-well-that-cute-picture-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108680045007628099</id><published>2004-06-09T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T12:07:39.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finding new thingsI found a new site the other day and I just went back to visit it. Last week I was looking for some information on the Marta Transit in Atlanta. I thought I knew what the address was so I just typed it in. To my very pleasant surprise when the site loaded it was a site for a woman named Marta. The picture at the opening of this entry is from her site. I hope she does not mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108680045007628099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108680045007628099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108680045007628099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108680045007628099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/finding-new-things-i-found-new-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108669760659748903</id><published>2004-06-08T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T07:26:46.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Stops You?Going through the act of changing my job has prompted a lot of thoughts lately. I guess this is maybe what happens when you begin going through so many changes in your life. It is beginning to feel like a complete overhaul. I believe the biggest thing is that I have become so introspective lately.I would like to think that I have been the captain of my fate from day one. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108669760659748903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108669760659748903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108669760659748903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108669760659748903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-stops-you-going-through-act-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108663058539887416</id><published>2004-06-07T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T12:49:45.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever SurfingI was reading an article this morning that featured the president of my new company. In the article, other companies and programs were mentioned that I thought I would like to research. As I finished the article I jotted down a couple of notes and started surfing. I soon found that those few names and companies led me to a few other things and soon I was going from one topic to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108663058539887416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108663058539887416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108663058539887416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108663058539887416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/forever-surfing-i-was-reading-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108611318700339829</id><published>2004-06-01T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:47:33.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New Kid In TownGreg told me this morning to have a great first day at school. And he was not kidding. I am so excited about my new job. The team is excellent! I have a lot to learn though. I have about 6 different user names and passwords for things, which is thankfully going to change of the next year as things are streamlined. Even though I have a lot to learn and do, I have some great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108611318700339829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108611318700339829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108611318700339829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108611318700339829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-kid-in-town-greg-told-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108566088723135441</id><published>2004-05-27T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T07:28:07.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost like school is outToday is my last day here. Greg said to me last night as we were getting ready for the day, "Doesn't it feel like your last day of school?" And, well it does feel a little that way. I guess this would be like my last day in high school since I am about to start a new job. Which seems a lot like going off to college or something.At any rate, I am excited and sad at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108566088723135441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108566088723135441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108566088723135441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108566088723135441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/05/almost-like-school-is-out-today-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125215.post-108498643916008041</id><published>2004-05-19T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T12:07:19.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bert ShowFor most people who live in the ATL, you know what I am talking about when I say, The Bert Show. I am one of the devoted Atlantains who has become hooked on Q100 and The Bert Show. I was always listening to AM Sports Radio, NPR and so forth until I fell hook, line, and sinker for The Bert Show. Just ask my husband, or many of my friends. I can not tell you how many of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/feeds/108498643916008041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6125215&amp;postID=108498643916008041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108498643916008041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6125215/posts/default/108498643916008041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natrc.blogspot.com/2004/05/bert-show-for-most-people-who-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Natrc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788357113147026244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
