<?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-6875915236913360796</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:02:04.788-07:00</updated><category term='Liv&apos;s Video'/><title type='text'>Nate Hearts Liv</title><subtitle type='html'>Nate and I.  In real life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-2766066106503916005</id><published>2011-07-10T13:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:09:49.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  We just celebrated Cozi's one year and Nate and my five year anniversary.  The true celebration for our anniversary hasn't quite happened but we have some babysitters in town so probably this week!  Anyway, here are some pics from the Fourth and Cozi's Very Hungry Caterpillar Extravaganza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KS2SnpDEylU/ThoFTaNozSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LapVcJnzaYs/s1600/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KS2SnpDEylU/ThoFTaNozSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LapVcJnzaYs/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627816515365031202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozi in her tutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mid-Zx0bxqw/ThoFS2I-thI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3pq3VeZgjf0/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mid-Zx0bxqw/ThoFS2I-thI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3pq3VeZgjf0/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627816505681819154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Haynie's and their favorite granddaughter or niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEIiYVBa8vU/ThoFSWO_N-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/5GK5rLxy9_I/s1600/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEIiYVBa8vU/ThoFSWO_N-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/5GK5rLxy9_I/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627816497117083618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onsie courtesy of me and tutu courtesy of Auntie Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyilHV0sGOA/ThoFSVaappI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c2MRctbasjA/s1600/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyilHV0sGOA/ThoFSVaappI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c2MRctbasjA/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627816496896583314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfEFAPfe9Qk/ThoFTrmm73I/AAAAAAAAAWU/sL2D8Xdng-s/s1600/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfEFAPfe9Qk/ThoFTrmm73I/AAAAAAAAAWU/sL2D8Xdng-s/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627816520033169266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozi and her favorite Haynie aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4l_C_jInOo/ThoEMquqOkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Iu1PD9I7j5Q/s1600/IMG_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4l_C_jInOo/ThoEMquqOkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Iu1PD9I7j5Q/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627815300027791938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxHhTUWUH_c/ThoEMBlKRpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8q_23JxEsvM/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxHhTUWUH_c/ThoEMBlKRpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8q_23JxEsvM/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627815288982095506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9yxLTk9-Lk/ThoEL9HMLbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/syBJOGS0oV4/s1600/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9yxLTk9-Lk/ThoEL9HMLbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/syBJOGS0oV4/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627815287782649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm patriotic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-Kowikugg/ThoELrABnsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6ORobd3HsBg/s1600/IMG_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-Kowikugg/ThoELrABnsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6ORobd3HsBg/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627815282920758978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnf6uoqia84/ThoEM33JKnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ExuUtEUC5jM/s1600/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Don't you want some?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-2766066106503916005?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2766066106503916005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=2766066106503916005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2766066106503916005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2766066106503916005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-year.html' title='1 Year!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KS2SnpDEylU/ThoFTaNozSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LapVcJnzaYs/s72-c/IMG_1495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-3316304299031598315</id><published>2010-10-25T17:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:08:15.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing and Growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well as most babies do, Cozi is growing and growing!  We are coming up on 4 months soon and it's crazy how quickly time passes when you are sleep deprived!  Nate and I are continually surprised at what a wonderful child we have.  There is no way we deserve it.  But she is wonderful none the less!  She is sleeping an average of about seven hours straight a night.  She talks continuously (an unsurprising trait).  She's beginning to reach for things.  And Nate and I are getting wound more and more around her chubby little fingers!  Some pictures for you to ogle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZ0AXvEbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N7pD2TBcl94/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZ0AXvEbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N7pD2TBcl94/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532137573514678706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Hey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZ0AXvEbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N7pD2TBcl94/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZz7qSp6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/nElzXojHM74/s1600/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZz7qSp6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/nElzXojHM74/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532137572250331042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just getting comfy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZzko_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SmOrAXE2Ong/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZzko_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SmOrAXE2Ong/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532137566070859298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't eat my fingers??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZzXdQ-NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7jt-H9mu9OQ/s1600/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZzXdQ-NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7jt-H9mu9OQ/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532137562532018386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept trying to get a good pick of Cozi doing some tummy time but she was either spitting up or looking drugged.  This is as good as it got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZyxZhoLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TXOUA_rSgvk/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZyxZhoLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TXOUA_rSgvk/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532137552315785394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for not turning the pic... Cozi on her beautiful quilt Grandma Haynie made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the adult side of things.... I'm working two days a week in the Springs for an awesome office.  I'll begin working at an office here in town on the 29th.  And then in January I'll be up to four days a week.  Nate is working at the local Country Club.  Luckily our work schedules alternate right now so one of us is always home for the Cozinater.  We're still working on applications for med school prereq's.  So we'll let everyone know what's going on when it happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-3316304299031598315?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3316304299031598315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=3316304299031598315' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3316304299031598315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3316304299031598315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2010/10/growing-and-growing.html' title='Growing and Growing!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TMYZ0AXvEbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N7pD2TBcl94/s72-c/IMG_0734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-9191590427629330956</id><published>2010-08-24T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:23:18.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79ce6adc6802d628" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79ce6adc6802d628%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331759727%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D102E5C8928AE77BC85FFFAC43F4EE7E66CDF079F.7DA5FC9F4922850C8CDD501120FA91BD55EA7692%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79ce6adc6802d628%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX4q23aQHCVYLMzL6gD9LcyVunyE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79ce6adc6802d628%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331759727%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D102E5C8928AE77BC85FFFAC43F4EE7E66CDF079F.7DA5FC9F4922850C8CDD501120FA91BD55EA7692%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79ce6adc6802d628%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX4q23aQHCVYLMzL6gD9LcyVunyE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-9191590427629330956?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/9191590427629330956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=9191590427629330956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/9191590427629330956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/9191590427629330956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1308835138916343837</id><published>2010-07-09T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:45:25.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozi's home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cozette Michele Haynie was born 7.7.10 and 2:58pm.  She was 6 lbs 15.6 oz and 17.5 inches long.  I'd been supposing she would arrive on the seventh since her first ultrasound because the seventh was Nate and I's anniversary.  So, a wonderful present but now we're sharing the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quick synopsis.  We made it to the hospital at about 1245.  Got my epidural around 2ish and she arrived at 258.  It was a very quick labor.  Also, how do people deliver without an epidural!  Having that epidural made it so I could truly be excited, not just wrapped up in my pain.  She is a beautiful, and so far, calm baby girl.  We're so grateful to have her here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1Gb4n-XI/AAAAAAAAATM/1qkgWBQ_q0k/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1Gb4n-XI/AAAAAAAAATM/1qkgWBQ_q0k/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492057392770709874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right before we left the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1FqLJl3I/AAAAAAAAATE/ktZthjVohFw/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1FqLJl3I/AAAAAAAAATE/ktZthjVohFw/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492057379426637682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate and his baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1FJHpXNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MXASpuT7nWA/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1FJHpXNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MXASpuT7nWA/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492057370553572562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baby Cozi and I.  Note the hospital gown...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1FJHpXNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MXASpuT7nWA/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1EhrTvuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OUV1mcyl7E8/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1EhrTvuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OUV1mcyl7E8/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492057359965732578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cozi and her best friend, Jude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1EhrTvuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OUV1mcyl7E8/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1EJ4zLQI/AAAAAAAAASs/DkBQndBISU4/s1600/P7070284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1EJ4zLQI/AAAAAAAAASs/DkBQndBISU4/s320/P7070284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492057353579867394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First family photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1308835138916343837?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1308835138916343837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1308835138916343837' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1308835138916343837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1308835138916343837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2010/07/cozis-home.html' title='Cozi&apos;s home!!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDe1Gb4n-XI/AAAAAAAAATM/1qkgWBQ_q0k/s72-c/IMG_0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-5196396245043718079</id><published>2010-07-04T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:30:05.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherefore art thou, Baby??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright already!  My due date may be the ninth but I think I've been ready for this baby since the middle of June!  I've done everything on my check list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get an awesome tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfMEK-XfI/AAAAAAAAASk/cUk0JqV5dsI/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfMEK-XfI/AAAAAAAAASk/cUk0JqV5dsI/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274081624186354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Get an awesome pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfLmqqPmI/AAAAAAAAASc/oSQprTOXObM/s1600/P7040255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfLmqqPmI/AAAAAAAAASc/oSQprTOXObM/s320/P7040255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274073704021602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Have sister do awesome henna on my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfK0ebLhI/AAAAAAAAASU/GD5JSm_8pkg/s1600/P7040254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfK0ebLhI/AAAAAAAAASU/GD5JSm_8pkg/s320/P7040254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274060230929938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Purchase awesome maternity hospital gown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfKNKxmZI/AAAAAAAAASM/KX3QKb9Y-4s/s1600/CIMG0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfKNKxmZI/AAAAAAAAASM/KX3QKb9Y-4s/s320/CIMG0156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274049679530386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Make sure my baby has the most awesome threads to wear home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfJiT3PlI/AAAAAAAAASE/FL7Eqll00Ng/s1600/CIMG0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfJiT3PlI/AAAAAAAAASE/FL7Eqll00Ng/s320/CIMG0200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274038174924370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my only question is, Where is she!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-5196396245043718079?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5196396245043718079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=5196396245043718079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5196396245043718079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5196396245043718079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2010/07/wherefore-art-thou-baby.html' title='Wherefore art thou, Baby??'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/TDFfMEK-XfI/AAAAAAAAASk/cUk0JqV5dsI/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-3942090498985761310</id><published>2010-06-13T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:50:25.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepping for Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the story of the rocking chair.  One day my mom (Dawnelle Haynie) called me up and asked me if I would like the oak rocking chair that she received from her parents (Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Hise) when she had her last child (my brother Kenneth).  My mom said that Vicky Allen had it and didn't need it anymore and asked if Olivia and I would want it for our new "bundle-O-joy" that is on her way (July 9th).  I said, "Not sure."  Olivia said, "Umm... yes. Are you kidding me?"  That was the beginning of Olivia's nesting phase which was also the beginning of MY restoration project.  Enjoy.  Let me know how ya'll think it turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQNaTCvsI/AAAAAAAAACU/O_YPbrj8LcE/s320/DSCN1859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482376312721161922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;IT needed Lots of sanding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQNFHkALI/AAAAAAAAACM/mx2HOr734TY/s320/DSCN1858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482376307035865266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said... LOTS.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQPwWQUAI/AAAAAAAAACs/05pdQKW5EvY/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQO8Ta7yI/AAAAAAAAACc/YifKt7Q_V9w/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQO8Ta7yI/AAAAAAAAACc/YifKt7Q_V9w/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482376339029421858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQPwWQUAI/AAAAAAAAACs/05pdQKW5EvY/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQPwWQUAI/AAAAAAAAACs/05pdQKW5EvY/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482376352999952386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQPSyFHJI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ff4GZl6KCoM/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQPSyFHJI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ff4GZl6KCoM/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482376345063595154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does it look??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQNaTCvsI/AAAAAAAAACU/O_YPbrj8LcE/s1600/DSCN1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQNFHkALI/AAAAAAAAACM/mx2HOr734TY/s1600/DSCN1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-3942090498985761310?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3942090498985761310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=3942090498985761310' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3942090498985761310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3942090498985761310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2010/06/prepping-for-baby.html' title='Prepping for Baby'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TBVQNaTCvsI/AAAAAAAAACU/O_YPbrj8LcE/s72-c/DSCN1859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-807618773362424603</id><published>2010-04-25T16:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:35:04.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is my weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TC7PZGFDI/AAAAAAAAARs/QS95t6HpCf0/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TC7PZGFDI/AAAAAAAAARs/QS95t6HpCf0/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206570907112498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinsey and I watched a riveting Tennis Match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TC6mXPKgI/AAAAAAAAARk/qO5y8L_kFT8/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TC6mXPKgI/AAAAAAAAARk/qO5y8L_kFT8/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206559893465602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate and Clint on one side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TC6Pzd0iI/AAAAAAAAARc/gAPhTFNSyH8/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TC6Pzd0iI/AAAAAAAAARc/gAPhTFNSyH8/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206553837851170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsea and Dad on another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TCik7-QEI/AAAAAAAAARU/o7mjx7aDt0E/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TCik7-QEI/AAAAAAAAARU/o7mjx7aDt0E/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206147193815106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took pics of my favorite baby Jude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TCiBGaVKI/AAAAAAAAARM/g4mUSrKTJWQ/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TCiBGaVKI/AAAAAAAAARM/g4mUSrKTJWQ/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206137573921954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travis graduated. What a cute fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TChgCIKqI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wh-fiDixv-E/s1600/CIMG0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TChgCIKqI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wh-fiDixv-E/s320/CIMG0183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206128697584290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents as Celestial Beings at the Tulip Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TChMv4QFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Y6cO3zLC8fM/s1600/CIMG0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TChMv4QFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Y6cO3zLC8fM/s320/CIMG0186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206123520770130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate chillaxin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TCgsbTTHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9_YaEwDksss/s1600/CIMG0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TCgsbTTHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9_YaEwDksss/s320/CIMG0190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464206114844527730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate and I at the Italian Garden at the Tulip Festival.  I just wanted to take a bath in this fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-807618773362424603?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/807618773362424603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=807618773362424603' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/807618773362424603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/807618773362424603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S9TC7PZGFDI/AAAAAAAAARs/QS95t6HpCf0/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-5922354318128167487</id><published>2010-03-28T23:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:26:01.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Ok ok.  I need to be better.  But what post do I start that doesn't say so?? Anyway, recent news slash the only new pics I have on my camera.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S7A3HKMzLVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ko8D2e0Xgnw/s320/DSCN1850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453919744882322770" /&gt;My cousin Ashley was married in December. And Ashley, Lauren, and I are each others' favorite cousins.  So we take photos together when we can.  Also, we love to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S7A3HfrWyeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SA3PlZzX6lM/s320/DSCN1852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453919750647630306" /&gt;This pic is also from said wedding.  Surprisingly enough, my hair is still brown but Nate's has grown out even longer now. And it looks goooooood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S7A3H5m1BPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/U3Gkfkrj1c8/s320/DSCN1858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453919757607961842" /&gt;We inherited this chair from Nate's mom, Dawnelle, and Nate and I decided to refinish it.  It's a rocking chair that we are painting for the baby's room.  I almost forgot to take a before pic. We'd already sanded the seat when I remembered. But I will def get an after pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S7A3IbQhtQI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zYTOT9vqw5w/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453919766641227010" /&gt;This last Saturday, my mother-in-law, Dawnelle, threw me a baby shower.  My birthday was the following Monday so Nate had me and my friends/fam picked up in a limo to take us to the shower!  I got about 5 pics before my camera died.  And these are the two that made the cut.  Above is me, Aunt Michelle (Nate's side) and her daughter Kinsey.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S7A3IIxg8fI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AYEQ1zN_u4A/s320/DSCN1866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453919761679315442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is me (obvs), Lindsay, and cousin Ashley. The limo was awesome.  Nate ordered the non-disco limo but we got the disco limo.  Unfortunately I didn't get pics of Autumn and Shelly.  I'll have to steal some from Dawnelle. The baby shower was wonderful as well.  I'm so lucky to have the friends I do!  Until next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-5922354318128167487?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5922354318128167487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=5922354318128167487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5922354318128167487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5922354318128167487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/S7A3HKMzLVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ko8D2e0Xgnw/s72-c/DSCN1850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1371836905311032116</id><published>2009-09-25T21:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:22:43.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashionindie.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/forever_21_052603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 588px; height: 479px;" src="http://fashionindie.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/forever_21_052603.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever 21 is the object of my next review.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother is in town and it's awesome. But one thing we Harline girls like to do when we get together is shop.  Now as a student with a student husband, I really didn't do a whole lot of shopping and have some what stifled my habit. This habit stifling continues even now, as I write this post.  My sister Chelsea and I went to Forever 21 to, well, shop.  We scoured the store looking for exact pieces to flatter our figures and our current wardrobes. And we were successful! Oh were we successful!  We ran to the fitting rooms! We showed each other each top and cardigan, jacket and dress!  We discussed what was flattering about each piece, what was worth the price.  We made our few selections.  We purchased the selections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I walked out of the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the biggest hit of buyer's remorse landed in my gut. Nay! My soul!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trudged around following Chelsea and Mom through the rest of a shoppers paradise with less kick in my step, less zeal in my finds. Oh the agony!  After not shopping for so long, even the cute teal top and cream cardigan could not buoy my forlorn heart!  I made the decision to return the outfit.  As a real adult I have more practical needs to apply the spent money towards.  And how often do I wear regular clothes anyway?!  I strode purposefully back toward Forever 21.  I would feel as though a weight was lifted off my shoulders as soon as the clothes were back in the store.  I waited in line for the next available cashier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the return policy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No cash refunds. Store credit or exchanges only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart fell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I double checked with the cashier who only confirmed the sign. I took a moment, gathered my faculties and promptly left the store with my head held high.  But with new purpose, new direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boycott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now the buyer's remorse is gone.  As I type, I sit in my teal blouse, cream cardigan, and relish the fact that it is my last ever purchase from Forever 21. Good bye cheap, trendy tops. So long large, shiny jewelry. I will now refine my taste and my return policies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1371836905311032116?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1371836905311032116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1371836905311032116' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1371836905311032116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1371836905311032116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/09/review-2.html' title='Review #2'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-3271826400541495231</id><published>2009-09-21T18:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:05:48.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello bloggers. I had an epiphany the other day. Contrary to how it seems, a lot of thought goes into my blog and my posts.  You would think I would post more often if this was the case, or maybe write more clearly and hilariously. But sadly that is not so.  I find there is something holding me back. I'm worried about offending any readers due to my (somewhat outlandish) opinions.  You can ask my dad.  Or Husband.  Or sisters.  Or even my patients.  So, back to the epiphany. I've decided to review random things in my life more often. Hopefully, this will still be clever but can also keep me from blaring my all too opinionated opinions all over cyber space while at the same time encouraging me to update more frequently. Here we go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Review # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bath and Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar Foaming Body Wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 299px;" src="http://bathandbodyfind.com/uploads/images/Review%20pictures/Bath%20And%20Body%20Works/Bath%20&amp;amp;%20Body%20Works-top.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why I wanted to try this body wash. I guess because I like the foaming hand soap, I thought this would also be a great idea. Also, I got it for free.  Anyway. I tried the scent on the right. Warm vanilla sugar. Which doesn't smell nearly as good as I thought it would. Sigh.  But the other problem is (and why didn't I think of this before...) the soap is already foamed. So i have to use like six pumps to even get half of the lather I want. I feel like I'm gonna run through this baby like I run through a giant bag of peanut m&amp;amp;ms. Without the same satisfaction or tummy ache afterwards.  So, for future reference, no go on foaming body wash. Especially Warm vanilla sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-3271826400541495231?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3271826400541495231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=3271826400541495231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3271826400541495231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3271826400541495231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/09/review-1.html' title='Review #1'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1999867809080853226</id><published>2009-08-29T12:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:36:34.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months.</title><content type='html'>So, I have now been a practicing registered dental &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hygienist &lt;/span&gt;(RDH) for 3 months. So I thought I would reflect.  And give all you readers out there a little taste of my days at the dental office.  The good, the bad, and the strangely satisfying...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I love seeing so many different people every day! There have been quite a few patients that I truly connect with as well as a couple that I really could not see myself having any other association with.  I love having so much interaction with so many different people daily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I am so speedy! I have finally gotten to a point where I can complete a thorough cleaning within my allotted time frame. And still have time to clean rooms between patients!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I love bringing home a pay check. Finally six years to get my Bachelors has paid off. And Nate can go to school full time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Really patients? Can you just relax your chin while I clean you bottom front teeth!  Most patients don't realize they do this. But it's very irritating because I have to push back with my finger or else I can't see, or I suck up their lip with the suction, or I could possibly burn you with the ultrasonic. I really do want you to be comfortable but if you don't relax, it won't work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Also, I don't need your tongue to help me floss. I don't know how many times I've been flossing someone's mouth and they wedge their tongue up under the floss when I'm pulling it out. I am a very able hygienist here. Once again, just relax!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I miss being able to see Nate in the middle of the day. I know this is a little mushy and I apologize but while I was in school, Nate would drop by and take me to lunch pretty regularly. I loved seeing him periodically through out the day. Now it's just in the morning and when I get home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Strangely Satisfying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I still love cleaning off ridiculous amounts of calculus. It's just so satisfying to have someone come in with so much tartar on the back of their teeth and then clean it all off. Just watching it break into chunks off the tooth and then get sucked up with the suction just completes a little part of me. My classmates will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I've also been very surprised at how much I enjoy working at two different offices through out the week. Both my dentists and their offices are completely different from each other. And it's refreshing. Keeps me excited to go to work in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I enjoy working pretty much full time. Especially because I have no more homework. When I come home from work, I am done. I have nothing to prepare for the next day, week, or term. It's awesome! Now I just want to find some new hobbies. Nate's tired of me checking out 8-9 books at the library every three weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Never knew I had such a thing for symmetry.  But three bullets in each category makes me happy. Anyway, I hope this little post was enlightening for some and maybe just informative for others.  For now Nate and I don't have a whole lot to report. I work. He schools. And we play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1999867809080853226?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1999867809080853226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1999867809080853226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1999867809080853226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1999867809080853226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-months.html' title='3 months.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1582095820571766425</id><published>2009-08-02T12:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:48:58.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Turn</title><content type='html'>Greetings and salutations dear bloggers.  Nathan here for a little masculine update about our recent adventures.  I noticed that Olivia was quick to post photographs and her comments of our trip to Corpus Christi.  While that is all well and good, I felt that I should also post my favorite pics and post a few comments of my own!  I understand that my pics may not be as "cute" or "special"  but it do hope add a little of my flavor to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing with Dad&lt;br /&gt;     Fun Stuff!  And boy did those Red Snapper taste good that evening.  Dad had lots of fun too, even though he doesnt look like it in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;5 AM.  The hardest part was getting up on-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXbOj0-vMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QxofRn9pXqU/s1600-h/DSCN1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXbOj0-vMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QxofRn9pXqU/s320/DSCN1523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365435574263921858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boat, the Gulf Eagle.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb0Rq6OxI/AAAAAAAAABY/0HQZaNvQx5I/s1600-h/DSCN1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb0Rq6OxI/AAAAAAAAABY/0HQZaNvQx5I/s320/DSCN1524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365436222224874258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The water was very blue and clear.  You could actually see the shark and fish attack your bait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb0ufJsoI/AAAAAAAAABg/4_SoDlVNI0I/s1600-h/DSCN1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb0ufJsoI/AAAAAAAAABg/4_SoDlVNI0I/s320/DSCN1525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365436229960184450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial fishing boat.  Lots of shark here. And a school of approx 32 dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb0-_YXaI/AAAAAAAAABo/rzr37xqrzmc/s1600-h/DSCN1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb0-_YXaI/AAAAAAAAABo/rzr37xqrzmc/s320/DSCN1526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365436234390330786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb1PMvggI/AAAAAAAAABw/ygJihevM0bA/s1600-h/DSCN1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb1PMvggI/AAAAAAAAABw/ygJihevM0bA/s320/DSCN1527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365436238741340674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire days take.  We caught four Red Snapper, two apiece, and dad hooked a ling cod!  Alas, the ling was too small to keep.  But only by two inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb1VWzqKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OMGfiHdllR8/s1600-h/DSCN1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXb1VWzqKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OMGfiHdllR8/s320/DSCN1535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365436240394168482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we were happy with the catch.  Time to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXfEiB03jI/AAAAAAAAACA/yo6sL1_xZNM/s1600-h/DSCN1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXfEiB03jI/AAAAAAAAACA/yo6sL1_xZNM/s320/DSCN1536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365439800028749362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1582095820571766425?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1582095820571766425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1582095820571766425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1582095820571766425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1582095820571766425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-turn.html' title='My Turn'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SnXbOj0-vMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QxofRn9pXqU/s72-c/DSCN1523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-7375337185935864793</id><published>2009-07-27T22:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:28:58.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you friends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! I was so thrilled by the plethora of comments from the previous pictures that I decided to put more up! Don't worry there's even more pictures so keep showing the love! If you like, no pressure. So here's a few more from Corpus and a couple from our 3 year anniversary. Can't believe it's been that long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59ok2X5uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a_5X5uZNUsk/s1600-h/DSCN1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59ok2X5uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a_5X5uZNUsk/s320/DSCN1584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363362342284814050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man o' war. Can you see the tentacles?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59oO7hUXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Hsh85NwnLs8/s1600-h/DSCN1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59oO7hUXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Hsh85NwnLs8/s320/DSCN1476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363362336400822642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a hygienist, I had to take a pic of this washed up toothbrush...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59nng5yJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EA9YYQN62eY/s1600-h/DSCN1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59nng5yJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EA9YYQN62eY/s320/DSCN1539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363362325820197010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate's catch from deep sea fishing. Two red snappers. Delish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59nX1NtVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/X4qZFUHebls/s1600-h/DSCN1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59nX1NtVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/X4qZFUHebls/s320/DSCN1454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363362321610421586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neilsen's Frozen Custard for the anniversary. Delish as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59m_31ORI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6Mw9K8WQhhs/s1600-h/DSCN1450.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59m_31ORI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6Mw9K8WQhhs/s320/DSCN1450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363362315178948882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us at the Bountiful Temple. Where we got married. How cute are we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7375337185935864793?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7375337185935864793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7375337185935864793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7375337185935864793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7375337185935864793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-friends.html' title='Thank you friends!!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sm59ok2X5uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a_5X5uZNUsk/s72-c/DSCN1584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-2951994304697701222</id><published>2009-07-25T16:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:25:46.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd put a few pics up to try an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elicit&lt;/span&gt; a few more comments... ;) Nate put quite a few up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; so check those out and I'll slowly put a few more up on the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFcWBkeSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/txi0aWn3oE4/s1600-h/HPIM3723.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFcWBkeSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/txi0aWn3oE4/s320/HPIM3723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362526503309703458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate as a muscle man. I am the sculptor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFcLU6ozI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s4pS_OLpTbs/s1600-h/DSCN1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFcLU6ozI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s4pS_OLpTbs/s320/DSCN1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362526500438057778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFbgjHJJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zGTsVeGWq8Y/s1600-h/DSCN1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFbgjHJJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zGTsVeGWq8Y/s320/DSCN1591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362526488954872978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate skimboarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFbend4FI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fbYNLxhMa3Y/s1600-h/HPIM3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFbend4FI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fbYNLxhMa3Y/s320/HPIM3706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362526488436269138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me embracing my fear and touching a stingray. AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFbJhvezI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wu4Knu7D0uw/s1600-h/DSCN1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFbJhvezI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wu4Knu7D0uw/s320/DSCN1522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362526482775112498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate and I and the Atlantic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-2951994304697701222?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2951994304697701222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=2951994304697701222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2951994304697701222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2951994304697701222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-pics.html' title='A few pics...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SmuFcWBkeSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/txi0aWn3oE4/s72-c/HPIM3723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-190120301793762598</id><published>2009-07-23T17:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:39:15.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you.</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to signing in to my dashboard and noticed we have a follower. So Erin, I dedicate this blog to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get on my blog with the idea that I'll blog something. Then I end up spending all my time blogstalking instead. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I have recently returned from a long overdue vacation to Corpus Christ, TX with his fam. Hopefully I will post pics later, no promises though. In Corpus, we renewed our tans, Nate got reacquainted with his other love (the ocean), Liv saw a sting ray in the wild, and will never drive to Corpus again. Too many hours in the car. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're hoping to get into a routine now that supposedly all our trips and craziness is done for the summer. It never really ends, though, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've come up with some new inventions like unto the lower half coat from the winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-190120301793762598?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/190120301793762598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=190120301793762598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/190120301793762598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/190120301793762598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This one&apos;s for you.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1560813413185471549</id><published>2009-06-19T23:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:23:05.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obliterated!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well hello blogstalkers! I have some interesting news! Nate and I are housesitting for my aunt and uncle this month and have recently secured housing for the rest of our stay here in Utah! We're very excited! It's an apartment in a fourplex. An upper unit with 2 rooms, covered parking, w/d hookups, and many other amenities. I don't want to make you too jealous!  WE'll be located close enough to Nate's bus route and we're about 10 minutes from one of my employers.  But here's the best part and the reason for the pictures below!  We've been moving things out of our storage shed and into the apartment. We've tried to get as much stuff we can move with the x-terra out. All we have left to move tomorrow is our bed, our couch, our recliner, and the washer and dryer. We made good progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Today, we were making our last trip from the shed to the apartment.  We had our kitchen table, tall bookshelf, and two table chairs tied into the back of the x-terra.  The load didn't quite fit in the back or the car so we tied them down and the rear door. We were somewhat precarious and therefore Nate was worried about our route. He hopped in the car while I proceeded to lock up the storage shed.  When I had unlocked the storage shed I had set my keys and the lock on the X-terra in the little pocket area behind the rear wheel as demonstrated in the pic below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx8iH13kBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VfAa_CaO7jg/s320/x-terra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349287383071690770" /&gt;Well, after locking up the shed, I left my keys in said pocket. Unbeknownst to Nate and I, we drove off with our precarious load toward the secured apartment.  We decided to take the interstate (less stopping and/or bumps, less of a chance to get pulled over).  About 2 minutes into our trip, we heard my keys fall off the car onto the road.  Nate pulled over and chivalrously ran to retrieve them. Keep in mind my keys look like this: (I never had a reason to take a before picture, or an opportunity...) purple/magenta carabiner, one key ring with an Audrey Hepburn key chain and my house key, my house dead bolt key, and my aunt and uncle's key, another key ring with my car key, the storage shed lock key, my Orem Fitness Center pass, and my smith's card.  Nate arrived at the keys  but they were in the middle of the slow lane.  As soon as he arrived he saw one of these approaching: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx-L3vSahI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dMyl2m7dxHU/s320/semi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349289199815256594" /&gt;And he knew that would be bad news.  Well, my keys were obliterated. The carabiner ended up in three parts, Audrey was smashed, my OFC pass gone, and two keys (house key and Aunt and Uncle's key) mauled.  See pics below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6sBrM8qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3r7QZp8Gakk/s1600-h/DSCN1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6sBrM8qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3r7QZp8Gakk/s1600-h/DSCN1442.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6sBrM8qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3r7QZp8Gakk/s1600-h/DSCN1442.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6sBrM8qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3r7QZp8Gakk/s320/DSCN1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349285354191778466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This ring is missing my OFC pass. Luckily, the car key still works because these ones are supposedly expensive to replace. The key ring itself is somewhat misshapen as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6r9HfeNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ptv1uQI9A7s/s1600-h/DSCN1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6r9HfeNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ptv1uQI9A7s/s320/DSCN1441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349285352968255698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This key ring is missing Audrey (tear), and obviously, the key part of the two key heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6roQKR5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JLCa7YL4sEk/s1600-h/DSCN1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx6roQKR5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JLCa7YL4sEk/s320/DSCN1440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349285347367470994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture shows the missing carabiner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have no idea what to do. I've had this set of keys/key rings/carabiner since Nate and I got married and now I hafta restart?! *sigh* What's as classic as Audrey? Where am I going to find another one of those?! Or one that even compares?! Anyway, moral of the story, don't drop your keys on the interstate. Also, I'm sorry if you got a flat tire between the exits of 8th North and Center St in Orem today. You probably have part of my keys stuck in your tire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1560813413185471549?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1560813413185471549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1560813413185471549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1560813413185471549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1560813413185471549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/06/obliterated.html' title='Obliterated!!!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sjx8iH13kBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VfAa_CaO7jg/s72-c/x-terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-8520058757503176944</id><published>2009-06-13T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:25:44.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Name</title><content type='html'>Also, I have a quick request.  If you link my blog to yours, I would really appreciate it if you left my last name off. I hope that's alright, I just want a little more anonymity online without going private...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-8520058757503176944?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8520058757503176944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=8520058757503176944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8520058757503176944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8520058757503176944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-name.html' title='Last Name'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-6981432668735424772</id><published>2009-06-13T10:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:58:53.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Slogan</title><content type='html'>This is a slogan I came up with a couple years ago but I think it's entirely plausible and awesome. When I was at the gym the yesterday a special came on about the AIDS epidemic. And I seem to remember the slogan "Find a Cure". And not that I think finding a cure is bad; we need to find a cure. It's a horrible disease.  But there is a way to prevent it, mostly here in America. My slogan is "Keep your pants on".  I think it has a ring to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Nate won a stuffed penguin for me at Orem Summerfest last night.  And now I feel like he's finally proved his manliness to me... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-6981432668735424772?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6981432668735424772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=6981432668735424772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6981432668735424772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6981432668735424772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-slogan.html' title='New Slogan'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-3168613063600271637</id><published>2009-05-08T11:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:24:45.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I started a new deodorant.  Dove, original scent.  And I'm so in love.  It's ridiculous.  I told everyone I saw yesterday, well, most.  My grandma, Nate, my sister, her husband.  Lindsay than noted that when we were in high school I was also in love with this particular scent of deodorant.  Sometimes I wish I remembered these things.  So anyway, besides sniffing my pits somewhat regularly yesterday, my love of this smell inspired some thoughts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll recall (if you listen to too much celebrity gossip like unto myself) that Matthew McConaughey does not like to wear deodorant because it makes him smell like something other than himself.  He just showers if people start complaining which I'm thinking happens more often than not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll also recall many many celebrities have made their own perfumes.  Mariah Carey, Britney Spears, P Diddy (or whatever he's going by these days), and even the Beckhams.  Now, I have not tried these many different perfumes because I'm not much of a perfume person.  Also, although I am very up on my celebrity gossip, I also like to stay away from what I think is conforming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so now the point.  I think celebrities, particularly you Matthew, should make their own deodorants.  And here are my reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I don't like perfume, others probably don't either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Anyone who works out as much as MattMc should definitely be wearing deo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I think celebrities could make money doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I love Dove original scent deodorant and I sniffed my own pits all day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?  Not quite lucrative enough (Brain flash!  Ludacris + deodorant = Ludascent! I would buy it.)  No one likes deo as much as I?? Let me know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-3168613063600271637?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3168613063600271637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=3168613063600271637' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3168613063600271637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/3168613063600271637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-today-i-started-new-deodorant.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-5368408902119590178</id><published>2009-04-28T17:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:44:40.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>Well guys! I made it!  I graduated last night with a BS in dental hygiene from the Utah College of Dental Hygiene!  How awesome is that!  Unfortunately, I had the still camera and Nate had the video camera.  So, I only have pics of behind the scenes before the ceremony and Nate has the ceremony but I don't know how to put it on the computer...Alas, I can;t bore everyone!  Anyway.  Here are a few pics.  I was asked to speak at graduation which was awesome!  I was also acknowledged for my grades, my SADHA involvement, and my class representing as a class representative.  But also, I was awarded the Golden Scaler!  It was a surprise and I was stoked.  Needless to say I'm on cloud nine and ready to be knocked of this high with my impending clinical exams this weekend!  Wish me luck!!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeUEDLkd2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9i5WiuNjM4M/s320/DSCN1373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329891481310492514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katt, me, Shawna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeUD192wKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/467f0LViKRk/s320/DSCN1394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329891477763309730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsea with my award...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeTaQ2Q11I/AAAAAAAAAN0/nEqYeROrTDU/s320/DSCN1367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329890763424716626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Cierra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeTaEQOgtI/AAAAAAAAANs/4rN3m-Ef_Mk/s320/DSCN1368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329890760043954898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi, me, and Hailey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeTZ9be19I/AAAAAAAAANk/Sr6vos-Zig0/s320/DSCN1375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329890758212114386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeTZuAp-ZI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ci6nXHOP1yg/s320/DSCN1365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329890754073065874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liver and Xtina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeTZRAZhEI/AAAAAAAAANU/pWjqO8eS4Ts/s320/DSCN1364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329890746287359042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren and I (we blew this picture up and put it on foam board for our graduation party.  It was awesome!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-5368408902119590178?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5368408902119590178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=5368408902119590178' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5368408902119590178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5368408902119590178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SfeUEDLkd2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9i5WiuNjM4M/s72-c/DSCN1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1860849732850416989</id><published>2009-04-05T23:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:53:03.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nate and I took some family pics last weekend.  I hope this tides you over until the pending video (hint hint wink wink) this week.  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4_kLXQI/AAAAAAAAANM/AETqn19UP1E/s1600-h/P1010956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4_kLXQI/AAAAAAAAANM/AETqn19UP1E/s320/P1010956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321451440106593538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   Nate likes this one.  I think it looks like an awkward business magazine cover... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4iDV-JI/AAAAAAAAANE/jUf2_u47rdM/s1600-h/P1010943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4iDV-JI/AAAAAAAAANE/jUf2_u47rdM/s320/P1010943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321451432184248466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this one.  A little candid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4lilT9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rLphhrXHc6k/s1600-h/P1010944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4lilT9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rLphhrXHc6k/s320/P1010944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321451433120583634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rocks are treacherous in heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4QNol8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/v0nZrITyzmM/s1600-h/P1010966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4QNol8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/v0nZrITyzmM/s320/P1010966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321451427395573698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another fave that my sis Chelsea thinks looks too "Utah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4E7PusI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kEP5JIiCRlw/s1600-h/P1010916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4E7PusI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kEP5JIiCRlw/s320/P1010916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321451424365656770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXDeRFPDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_fm9kxWLVXo/s1600-h/DSCN1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXDeRFPDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_fm9kxWLVXo/s320/DSCN1356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321450520635063346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXDG7Bv3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6xkbVEWYgqI/s1600-h/DSCN1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXDG7Bv3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6xkbVEWYgqI/s320/DSCN1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321450514368544626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXC-skh-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/n3eKE_Or8Kc/s1600-h/DSCN1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXC-skh-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/n3eKE_Or8Kc/s320/DSCN1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321450512160425954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXCqvdb6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/72aDdvoZ2tE/s1600-h/DSCN1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXCqvdb6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/72aDdvoZ2tE/s320/DSCN1342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321450506803834786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXCXEkuAI/AAAAAAAAAME/SNmfEtHJMTc/s1600-h/DSCN1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmXCXEkuAI/AAAAAAAAAME/SNmfEtHJMTc/s320/DSCN1336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321450501523683330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWlLmKbNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/AECa4GT4olY/s1600-h/DSCN1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWlLmKbNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/AECa4GT4olY/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321450000227134674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWkhuDNOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H3c8UAX84EA/s1600-h/DSCN1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWkhuDNOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H3c8UAX84EA/s320/DSCN1320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321449988985926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making fun of super hipsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWkcK0D0I/AAAAAAAAALs/IhkKvtUj_IY/s1600-h/DSCN1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWkcK0D0I/AAAAAAAAALs/IhkKvtUj_IY/s320/DSCN1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321449987495956290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWkAxRAuI/AAAAAAAAALk/SU5uT9kRpvY/s1600-h/DSCN1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWkAxRAuI/AAAAAAAAALk/SU5uT9kRpvY/s320/DSCN1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321449980141044450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWj83QWaI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZF7z6z0tvck/s1600-h/DSCN1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmWj83QWaI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZF7z6z0tvck/s320/DSCN1293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321449979092425122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1860849732850416989?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1860849732850416989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1860849732850416989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1860849732850416989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1860849732850416989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdmX4_kLXQI/AAAAAAAAANM/AETqn19UP1E/s72-c/P1010956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-4750741600730817543</id><published>2009-04-01T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:44:50.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdPEIwRaXoI/AAAAAAAAALU/7ABD579Dg4s/s1600-h/DSCN1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdPEIwRaXoI/AAAAAAAAALU/7ABD579Dg4s/s320/DSCN1359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811239530618498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdPEIiWrVAI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ipJXByWImg/s1600-h/DSCN1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdPEIiWrVAI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ipJXByWImg/s320/DSCN1358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811235794605058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-4750741600730817543?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/4750741600730817543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=4750741600730817543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/4750741600730817543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/4750741600730817543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SdPEIwRaXoI/AAAAAAAAALU/7ABD579Dg4s/s72-c/DSCN1359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-6909408448464707469</id><published>2009-03-26T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:08:18.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The differences between me and Nate</title><content type='html'>I woke up with "how do you solve a problem like Maria" stuck in my head the other day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan was singing Xzibit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-6909408448464707469?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6909408448464707469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=6909408448464707469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6909408448464707469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6909408448464707469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/03/differences-between-me-and-nate.html' title='The differences between me and Nate'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-9007997075105719192</id><published>2009-03-16T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:35:20.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery liquid</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who don't know, Nate and I are still residing at my grandparents' house!  And since we're in such a lovely neighborhood, lots of people drop off little papers advertising for their businesses and such.  Almost everyday when I come home there's an advertisement for cleaning the windows or painting the house or whatever.  Well, today our lovely neighborhood cleaners dropped off not only the advertisement but also a western family cottage cheese container.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="https://shop.albertsons.com/eCommerceWeb/images/eCommerce/catProdSearch/product/041163/04116369074.jpg" border="0" style="padding-left:10px;" width="150px" height="150px" alt="Albertsons Cottage Cheese Small Curd " title="Albertsons Cottage Cheese Small Curd " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only this cottage cheese container was not full of cottage cheese (which I was somewhat grateful for...non-refrigerated cottage cheese...*shutter*).  Although I am really unsure what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; inside the container.  It smelled sort of citrusy... but due to the advertisement for house cleaning, I was doubting whether it was edible or cleaning material... Needless to say I dumped it out.  But here's another puzzling part, it had lumpy bits.  W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TF?  Who does that?!  Hopefully whoever does reads my blog and will inform me their way of thinking.  But for now, this is how I feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Sb7-J9JnijI/AAAAAAAAALE/mtFnUK9ruP4/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313964057330944562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-9007997075105719192?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/9007997075105719192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=9007997075105719192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/9007997075105719192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/9007997075105719192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/03/mystery-liquid.html' title='Mystery liquid'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/4044775664218219575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-videos.html' title='More videos!!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/Satfu7C7cZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0DFzmFEO0f0/s72-c/DSCN1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1331742636031951729</id><published>2009-02-23T21:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:32:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agree to disagree and other thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess it's about time for another post.  I don't really have a whole lot to talk about.  I did watch the Oscars yesterday.  That was weird.  I've never sat and watched any award shows before.  But I do love Hugh Jackman and man was he fine.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pause for a moment of reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the hotness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But also, I was really excited when Sean Penn told everyone that supported Prop 8 that they should be ashamed of themselves.  Excuse me?!  Because you won the Best Actor Award, now you can tell me how I should vote and believe?!  I just have to keep in mind that I knew drama people in high school and those who continue you with drama after high school/college even can be pretty interesting and, well... dramatic.  Crazies.  Slash crazy Sean Penn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I'm just tired or the homosexual issues.  I guess maybe if I had relatives or close friends who were homosexual I would see it as a more pressing issue.  Or something.  I dunno.  Can't we all just agree to disagree?!  Anyway.  I'm tiring myself out of this post right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time just keeps marching and boards and graduation are sooner than I can believe.  I'm getting pretty tired of school though.  I appreciate school; I'm glad I'm there; but seriously!  Six years for a bachelors.  I'm somewhat embarrassed posting that right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I picked up a hold at the library today.  Even with impending boards, I can't stop reading.  Oh well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1331742636031951729?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1331742636031951729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1331742636031951729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1331742636031951729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1331742636031951729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/02/agree-to-disagree-and-other-thoughts.html' title='Agree to disagree and other thoughts.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-123093261719731561</id><published>2009-02-04T19:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:41:00.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bongs</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  Maybe I'm catching myself on a bad day but I've decided to post a little opinion up today.  As most everyone knows, Michael Phelps was photographed with a bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I agree.  Why do we always strive to see politicians, athletes, and movie stars as moral compasses for the masses?!  When did they ever prove themselves as such?  I am surprised by how many of the media and even normal people are appalled by such behavior from a kid my age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  How many of the judges have photographic evidence of their own immoral acts?  Probably all of them.  And if they don't have photos, they probably have memories.  I'm not trying to say that Michael Phelps is totally justified in doing illegal drugs, but seriously.  Let the sinless cast the first stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Secondly, it is not Michael Phelps job to be the perfect role model to the nation or the nations children.  And the same goes for Hannah Montana and Bill Clinton and any other celebrity.  Who cares if their personal lives have "gone to pot"?!  Teach your children correctly and point them towards positive role models that share your moral stance and align themselves with correct principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand that he's in the public eye and yada yada yada.  But really, everyone messes up.  And I wish everyone was perfect and never smoked pot or got tattoos or beat up their loved ones.  But until we as a people are perfect, why do we expect celebrities to be?  I maybe a MSN "Hot Gossip" frequenter, but I rarely, if ever, let the opinions and actions of celebrities sway my own personal beliefs or take over my daily life (besides the 15-20 minutes it takes to catch up...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that said, I apologize for pushing the video further down on the blog.  I know that's why most of you are visiting.  But feel free to scroll down and bask in it's awesomeness one more time.  You have my permission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-123093261719731561?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/123093261719731561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=123093261719731561' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/123093261719731561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/123093261719731561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/02/bongs.html' title='Bongs'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-6515025730635690202</id><published>2009-02-02T17:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:01:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Twist</title><content type='html'>Ok.  I have a few addictions.  Reading is number one.  America's Next Top Model is another.  I'm watching it now.  I wish I didn't like it so much.  I also really enjoy a little game called text twist on yahoo.  I can sit here and play and play and play.  And that's actually the point of this blog.  I wanted to post my score that rocked.  Because I just sat here, watching ANTM and playing and not losing.  I'm pretty sure it's my highest score.  Anyway.  68,720.  Rock. My. Face. And. Yours. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-6515025730635690202?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6515025730635690202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=6515025730635690202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6515025730635690202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6515025730635690202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-twist.html' title='Text Twist'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-5425676045632418475</id><published>2009-01-29T17:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:16:16.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liv&apos;s Video'/><title type='text'>Liv's Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae7d55dd54d497c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5425676045632418475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=5425676045632418475' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5425676045632418475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5425676045632418475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/01/livs-video.html' title='Liv&apos;s Video'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-8117801604752786514</id><published>2009-01-05T18:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:01:49.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Semester</title><content type='html'>The end is in sight!  I'm starting my last semester of school tomorrow!  I can't even believe it!  This last year an a half has flown by.  I keep telling Nathan I'm nervous about it and he keeps telling me that he mad that I'm worrying about it!  He swears I will have no problems.  I'm just worried because this semester pretty much decides my life.  And although I know I'll be ready when it's time to take my board exams, there's a lot riding on it you know?!  April 27th, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-8117801604752786514?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8117801604752786514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=8117801604752786514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8117801604752786514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8117801604752786514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-semester.html' title='Last Semester'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-7682949722208932152</id><published>2008-12-18T12:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:34:32.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SUqlk-eRZfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/W6jKoOTon0Y/s1600-h/DSCN1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SUqlk-eRZfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/W6jKoOTon0Y/s320/DSCN1188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281215567709169138" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas everyone!  I know it's not quite yet but it's snowing finally and now I'm feeling like it's finally December in Utah!  Nate and I have been pretty busy lately.  No surprise there.  So now I'll just post photos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7682949722208932152?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7682949722208932152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7682949722208932152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7682949722208932152'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>Hey everyone!  Just thought I'd let you know that we've moved.  It seems we enjoy moving a lot more than we actually like moving.  But we're excited to be here with Grandma and Grandpa Harline.  I'm just glad we're done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7261440842906732457?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7261440842906732457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7261440842906732457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7261440842906732457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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well but maybe not for the blog...maybe for in the car, but not for when our grandparents are with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byu Utah game today.  GO COUGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Nate and I attended Twilight with my sister and my Jennings cousins.  We appreciated the movie.  It's obvious that they are not being completely serious with it and the music fits perfect.  Also, Edward is a little awkward but it works really well.  The only thing that disappointed me was the lack of dressed up people.  There were a couple prom dresses but that was it.  Sad day.  Maybe for the next one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-793428624206776403?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/793428624206776403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=793428624206776403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/793428624206776403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/793428624206776403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/11/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-2720872704936352714</id><published>2008-11-17T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:50:59.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New background equals erase my bloglist?!</title><content type='html'>I need help!  I put up this new template and I'm awesome enough to not know how to work everything on here.  Anyway.  It erased my blog list.  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE if your blog was on my list previously and it's not there anymore, leave me a little note and I'll add it.  I could only remember so many off the top of my head.  I know I'm missing some important links.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if you'd like to be my blog tutor, leave me a note.  I need one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-2720872704936352714?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2720872704936352714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=2720872704936352714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2720872704936352714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2720872704936352714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-background-equals-erase-my-bloglist.html' title='New background equals erase my bloglist?!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-7579294059355304958</id><published>2008-11-16T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:43:09.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos?</title><content type='html'>So the other day I saw this guy in the process of getting sleeve tattoos.  And I was thinking if I were ever to get sleeve tattoos, I would just get outlines and then spend my days coloring in my tattoos.  It would be awesome.  I love to color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7579294059355304958?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7579294059355304958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7579294059355304958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7579294059355304958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7579294059355304958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/11/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos?'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-2502624477414658923</id><published>2008-11-12T18:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:11:23.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all the things...</title><content type='html'>There are so many other things I should be doing right now.  Well one in particular, my school is having a mock board exam on Friday.  I've studied a little but not nearly enough.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my addiction I've come to realize.  Give me a really good fiction book and I won't put it down until 4 am.  Like I did Saturday night.  Gj me.  But really, that's all I want to do right now.  Ugh.  Back to studying ( I was gonna say the books but that's way too torturous).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-2502624477414658923?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2502624477414658923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=2502624477414658923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2502624477414658923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2502624477414658923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-all-things.html' title='Of all the things...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-8312745562835970959</id><published>2008-11-04T09:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:52:07.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh More, but be respectful.  Umm...also love your enemies if you have time.</title><content type='html'>Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus taught that you must use your talents if you plan on keeping them.  I was four or five when I learned to ride a bike.  My mother deceived me into learning.  It was the whole I promise to keep my hand on the back of the bike seat trick.  Mom said she would hold me steady and not let me wreck.  I had no reason to distrust her, besides I really needed to learn to ride.  All the cool kids on the block knew how.  I started peddling with way too much rookie zeal (go big or go home) and before I knew it the bike was steady and a smooth ride ensued.  Elated over my new accomplishment, I noticed that my current rate of travel was probably too fast for my mom to keep up.  I will never forget the terror.  Looking back, I got a glimpse of moms waving hand and proud look, then I hit the curb and flipped over the handle bars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter.  I love my mom even more to this day for deceiving me into it.  I have become a person who doesn't care how my personal results are achieved as long as they are achieved.  Deceive me, lie to me, it's okay so long as the ends justify the means.  I'm reminded of a wrestling coach who told me I was most likely going to get killed in my championship match at a tournament.  Terrified, I beat the kid 7-2.  Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to talents... since that fateful day in Sunnyvale California with the curb at age five or four, I have always been able to ride a bike.  Recently I have been using my brothers bike to get myself to the library weather permitting.  My brother was nice enough to let me use it since he has no need for it in active duty in the Armed Forces.  So, I use my talent fairly often.  Recently i haven't been on the bike as much as I should.  Taking the car or whatever is the easiest route.  Being lazy.  I don't know if it was something in the air or hormones or what but I decided to take the bike.  I went out to get it and discovered that it was missing, lock and all.  Did i lock it up last week?  No idea.  When I further inspected my hiding place behind the apartment mailboxes, I found a heavily used, pink barbie razor scooter in place of my brothers $250 mountain bike.  Like an idiot, I did the usual glancing around for the culprit.  I suppose it was possible that I could have seen someone small enough to enjoy a barbie razor scooter, yet big enough to steal the bike, but unlikely.  The images made me laugh out loud and at least the thief was thoughtful enough to leave me an alternate mode of transportation.  I maintained my dignity, and walked to the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that laughing tends to make things easier for me.  Indeed the syphoning of our car is also against the law.  Much like mountain bike theft.  I remember the days when my troubled teenage friends decided to obtain free gas by syphoning.  Taking no part in the process I noticed that every time they went to do steal gas, they would always get incredibly dizzy in the process and have to quit early.  Something about how sucking on gas fumes gets you high.  The national drug intelligence center calls this process of substance abuse, "huffing" consequently, so do the at risk youth drug addicts that I work with.  So now my mind is visualizing some fuel desperate, economically deprived, late teens to early twenties hooligans, falling on the ground beside my car and having to quit early due to the fumes, all for a lousy 1/4 tank of my 85 octane fuel.  I'm seriously crying right now with laughter!  Of course, they probably had trouble remembering how to get home and probably spilled a little of the fuel while trying to keep equilibrium!  They had to have huffed the gas since the pump syphons are much too loud and would wake one of the many sleeping people in our apartment complex.  Someone please do something about the gas prices!  For the sake of all drug addicts with empty gas tanks!  They may be stealing my gas today, but AA substance abuse treatment doesn't come cheap.  Plus, the more drug addicts there are, the more employment I have.  Laugh more people!  Karma is a very powerful principle.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,  I noticed this morning, the barbie razor scooter has been stolen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-8312745562835970959?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8312745562835970959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=8312745562835970959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8312745562835970959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8312745562835970959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/11/laugh-more-but-be-be-respectful-ummalso.html' title='Laugh More, but be respectful.  Umm...also love your enemies if you have time.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-7726712707257311941</id><published>2008-10-31T09:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:54:16.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction and siphoning</title><content type='html'>Ok, there are some really good comments from my last post. Grandma Sara and Rachel both mentioned that there can't be Utah moms without Utah dads. Which is true. Good work. I also noted this little discrepency after I finished my post but was too lazy to add in dads. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I just noticed that someone siphoned our gas. Did you know people still do that? It's funny because when we moved back to Orem from West Jordan, someone had siphoned the gas from the truck we rented so when Nate was filling it up afterwards, gas was just pouring into the street. So I guess we have a lot of experience with siphoning?? Stupid. Anyway we're now missing the little flap that covers the hole you put the gas nozzle through. And I hope we don't have to fix it. Arg. Supposedly there's a lot of theft that happens in our parking lot and the parking lots of surrounding parking lots.  Oh the joys of being poor.  We park on the street now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, props to my cousin Colton who mentioned a Sienfield episode on her last comment. And also for mentioning when we tried to make my sister pee her pants when we were all much younger. The things kids do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7726712707257311941?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7726712707257311941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7726712707257311941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7726712707257311941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7726712707257311941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/10/correction-and-siphoning.html' title='Correction and siphoning'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1027877085339148706</id><published>2008-10-28T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:33:13.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An irritant</title><content type='html'>Or more correctly, two irritants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two bones to pick with Utah moms.  Not all moms.  Just a couple.  I know some really awesome Utah moms.  But wait til you here this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to CPK (California Pizza Kitchen) with some friends to celebrate Nate's upcoming birthday (the big 2-5).  While waiting for our seats outside, another rather large group of people of numerous ages joined in the wait.  There were three girls probably around ten, elevenish that were there with parents and siblings and the like.  One girl started thowing up in the trash can.  I truely felt horrible for this little girl because her two little friends practically ran away from her desperately trying to call someone on the phone.  Which is a good move but couldn't they give her a little more support.  I digress.  Anyway, when she is done, the girl is about to cry and we realize that she is waiting with her family which was not quite as evident earlier.  And guess what.  They stayed.  At CPK.  To eat.  Are you kidding me?!  Your kid is sick.  Go home and have someone bring you something back.  Not hard.  Even I would do that and I think I'm too self-centered for children at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next happening.  Still at CPK.  Everyone is finishing up eating.  We're all having a good time.  Nate is loving his birthday and then these two little probably ten, elevenish year olds (different from the first) come up to me and ask, "Um...how much longer do you think you'll be?"  And I'm like, "huh?" but in my head I'm like "WTF?!" and then the kids are like, "It's my mom's birthday and we were wondering how much longer you'll be."  Now, don't get me wrong.  I was nice to said children.  But really?  Sending your little children to do your dirty work?!  It's my husband's birthday too you know!  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my rant.  And in good debating (?) spirits I would definitely like to give a shout out to those Utah mom's I know who aren't retards.  They teach their kids correct things, love them unselfishly, and don't disgracefully use them.  So to all you awesome Utah mom's out there, Huzzah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1027877085339148706?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1027877085339148706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1027877085339148706' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1027877085339148706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1027877085339148706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/10/irritant.html' title='An irritant'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-950202994990777636</id><published>2008-10-19T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:39:42.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptable winter wear and theft!</title><content type='html'>Hello.  My title is going to keep me on track here with this post.  First things first.  Winter is on its way.  Provo/Orem likes to be fickle weather-wise for a couple more weeks here going back and forth between warm and cold.  Then it finally settles and gives in to winter.  I appreciate winter.  I'd much rather put more layers on than take layers off (you can only take so many clothes off you know.).  Anyway, there are a couple of winter wear items that I truly wish were acceptable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 1. Lower half coat.  This would seem to make lots of sense.  I mean there are ways to make sure your bottom half is nice and warm, long underwear, tights, etc.  But what do you do when you come inside?  I have this problem a lot at school right now.  I go to school in scrubs which aren't the thickest material but if I wear long johns underneath, I get way to hot and end up having to run to the bathroom and remove them.  A bottom half coat would resolve this wuite easily but I hafta say, if I ever saw someone wearing snow pants to school, I would make fun of them.  A lot.  Heck, I would make fun of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  2.  Nose warmer.  This would be a lot like ear warmers or other types of warmers except it would wrap around your face and only cover your nose.  My nose is always frozen during the winter, more so than any other part of my body (mostly because pretty much everything else is covered but still...).  This would be a fabulous winter wear item but as is the case with a lower half coat, it's completely hilarious.  You couldn't wear it without getting laughed at.  Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, next thing to cover.  Nate and I had a bike that his brother, Ben gave us.  Granted we didn't use it all that often but it definitely came in handy.  Anyway, we parked it behind our complex's mailboxes.  The other day it was stolen, but there is now a new item on the porch, a small hot pink razor scooter.  Nathan thinks the thieves are more of "exchangers".  Dumb.  People shouldn't steal my things even if I don't use them that often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright.  Now I must study.  I procrastinate too often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-950202994990777636?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/950202994990777636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=950202994990777636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/950202994990777636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/950202994990777636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/10/acceptable-winter-wear-and-theft.html' title='Acceptable winter wear and theft!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-6629077239008008477</id><published>2008-10-06T00:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:22:56.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like everyone else, I love fall!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick little update here with really nothing to update.  Nathan and I went to his mission reunion on Thursday.  I'm so glad that we're friends with Dan and Suzanne and their awesome baby Nova.  Definitely makes reunions a little less boring for me.  Nathan always seems to enjoy himself.  I always seem to understand about half the conversation.  It's fun though.  We then had lots of conference and got to see Karl and Erin.  It had been too long.  And today, Lindsay came over an took pictures of me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny because I never really know what to post.  I'm not a good enough writer to blog about clever things in an even cleverer way.  And we don't have a kid or anything especially exciting going on in our lives (as made obvious by our stand by answer when people ask us what we've been up to, school and work...).  So anyway.  a post is better than no post.  I'll keep contemplating the purpose of this blog and hopefully get back to you a little sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One ridiculous thing of note.  Surprise, it's dental related.  Skip ahead if you feel the need.  I was working on a pretty difficult patient on Thursday.  An "E".  The worst you can be on our scale.  Calculus (tartar) was built up everywhere.  I couldn't even see the lingual aspect of his mandibular incisors ( backside of his bottom front teeth) they were so covered in calculus.  Needless to say I was very excited. (It's a good thing there are a few of us who like that stuff as Dan reminded me at the reunion.)  So I was working and working and stuff was coming off pretty well of the four teeth (that's right, only four) teeth I was working on for the whole 3-4 hr appointment.  I had my clinic instructor (her name is Cozy.  Not sure on the spelling but I love it strangely enough.)  come over to check the areas I'd gone over.  She found a couple spots.  I worked on them some more and had her check again.  The spots were still there.  She had to freaking CRANK on those spots and still didn't get them off.  So, she left these really tenacious (hard to remove) spots for me to work on.  So I worked.  And then my fulcrum slipped so my hand flew out of the patients mouth.  He got really worried and was like, "What happened?!"  And I was like, "No big deal.  My fulcrum just slipped."  And got back to work all the while telling him this crap was NOT coming off.  Anyway, I slipped again!  And the dude was like, "That's it!  I'm done!"  It was at the end of the appointment so that was good.  But I felt so ridiculous for totally freaking him out!  He was already nervous in the first place and then I make him think I'm ripping his teeth apart or out of his head.  Awesome.  So I tried to give him some other appointment times and he like ran out.  I talked to his wife later and she really wants him to continue treatment so hopefully he well.  I just feel like such a retard and this whole weekend it's been bugging me.  I'm psyching myself out here.  Out of my chosen profession.  It's ridiculous and completely unfounded but I can't shake it.  Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of dental rant.  Resume reading here.  It probably won't be half as interesting though.  Nathan and I watched Casino Royale this weekend.  I liked it.  I'm reading a book.  North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell.  So far so good.  When I start reading though, it's like an addiction.  I can't stop until the book is done.  But then I read too fast and I can't savor it.  It's quite the conundrum.  I'm trying to slow down.  The temptation is so great.  Alright.  I should turn in for sure.  Happy reading, readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-6629077239008008477?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6629077239008008477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=6629077239008008477' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6629077239008008477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6629077239008008477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-everyone-else-i-love-fall.html' title='Like everyone else, I love fall!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-2352257434574073497</id><published>2008-09-24T19:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:09:19.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is freezing over?</title><content type='html'>Yeah.  This is weird!  I'm posting two days in a row!  But I remembered something to vent about!  So, I live in an apartment complex, right?  Right.  Well, in our complex, you can't have animals but you can have birds... weird loophole I guess.  Nate and I have neighbors that have birds.  And actually they're kiddie corner to us so it shouldn't be a very big deal.  But I swear I hear those birds all the time!  When I come home from school, they are chirping.  When I'm going to bed at night they are chirping!  ALL THE DAYS they are CHIRPING!  What am I supposed to do.  Nate can't hear them and I'm too embarrassed to say anything.  Oh well, I guess blogging is the answer.  So anyway, don't feel bad for me or sympathize.  I know I'm ridiculous and sometimes I've just got to air it out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, it's been two days since I posted last, and I can't remember what else to blog about.  Figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-2352257434574073497?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2352257434574073497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=2352257434574073497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2352257434574073497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2352257434574073497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/09/hell-is-freezing-over.html' title='Hell is freezing over?'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1898270411746894347</id><published>2008-09-22T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:12:05.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NPO?</title><content type='html'>Hey I need help creating a non profit organization.  Anyone got some expertise they're willing to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1898270411746894347?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1898270411746894347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1898270411746894347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1898270411746894347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1898270411746894347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/09/npo.html' title='NPO?'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-7122151582506612789</id><published>2008-09-22T16:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:11:22.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglbyGKnRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/odKJoIdKu_I/s1600-h/DSCN1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglbyGKnRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/odKJoIdKu_I/s320/DSCN1092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248986524934642962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Something's already coming between them?! Jk jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglcY86VII/AAAAAAAAAHU/4RB6XOTee34/s1600-h/DSCN1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglcY86VII/AAAAAAAAAHU/4RB6XOTee34/s320/DSCN1097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248986535364809858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Nate, me, favorite cousin Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglcmV81qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xuE9w8MzZyU/s1600-h/DSCN1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglcmV81qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xuE9w8MzZyU/s320/DSCN1075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248986538959492770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Me and Chelsea holding the flower vase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglc6qexqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ahGweLPvDpE/s1600-h/DSCN1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglc6qexqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ahGweLPvDpE/s320/DSCN1094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248986544414312098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;      Mom and favorite daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgig8DHTgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nhPBiELhxL0/s1600-h/DSCN1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgig8DHTgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nhPBiELhxL0/s320/DSCN1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248983314970660354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;I tried to get a picture of all the siblings but Lindsay was busy entertaining guests and Chelsea bothered Sam to much so he opted out.  Anyway, Chelsea, Eric, me, and Sean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgihY-JhDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VmRtTWGhjlI/s1600-h/DSCN1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgihY-JhDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VmRtTWGhjlI/s320/DSCN1061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248983322734462002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;My brothers and Nathan waitin' for the newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgihrsTJPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2fFGVdjyAxc/s1600-h/DSCN1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgihrsTJPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2fFGVdjyAxc/s320/DSCN1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248983327759869170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The prettiest bridesmaids ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgih-FPo0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Igb9Wn29us4/s1600-h/DSCN1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgih-FPo0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Igb9Wn29us4/s320/DSCN1084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248983332696335170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Linds and Trav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgiiNPSZDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MX-dPrnDKIo/s1600-h/DSCN1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNgiiNPSZDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MX-dPrnDKIo/s320/DSCN1111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248983336764990514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Me and Nate!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7122151582506612789?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7122151582506612789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7122151582506612789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7122151582506612789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7122151582506612789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-pics.html' title='Wedding Pics.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SNglbyGKnRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/odKJoIdKu_I/s72-c/DSCN1092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-5788043596675537229</id><published>2008-09-22T16:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:48:10.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly post?!</title><content type='html'>I guess it looks like I just post monthly.  But I swear it's for a good reason!  I've been pretty busy lately.  And our internet is so ridiculous at home!  I have to reconnect every 30 seconds or so so I quickly get irritated and unfortunately, that keeps me from posting.  Ah well, such is life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So updates.  I quit my job.  There was an extreme lack of communication between the management.  I was continually being scheduled for more hours than I asked and I had to continually tell slash write over and over that I only wanted 15 hours a week.  My friend that still works there told me they wanted me to stay.  I received a voice mail from the head honcho that definitely didn't sound that way.  She was turning everything around on me doing research that "backed up" her fictitious claims.  I'm sad a little.  I like books a lot.  But quitting has finally allowed me to catch up in the many areas I've been lacking; homework, Nathan, and eating to name a few.  Anyway, I feel like I've told this story over and over again and now when I tell it I'm tired of it.  The tiredness shortens the story a lot though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's going well.  I'm needing to find more difficult patients this semester and most if not all of the people I know seem to have pretty radical oral health.  Good but bad.  If you know anyone seriously in need of a free dental cleaning please send them my way...  We have quite a few classes that are pretty intense this semester but it's pretty nice because I finally feel like we're spending time on the things I need to know!  We're learning more about clinical applications and less about facial anatomy and radiology equations.  It works out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay got married!  It was awesome.  I love purple and yellow together!  I mean Travis and Lindsay! :)  I'll put some pictures up.  Bad news about the Colorado reception though.  I thought I was being clever and I put my memory card into my friends camera and took tons of pictures.  Oh yeah, none of them are on my card.  Cool.  But I do have pictures from the Utah festivities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm...I'm trying to decide what else to write about.  I always think of things when I'm definitely not anywhere near a computer and I try to make mental notes but I think I leave those mental notes wherever I made them.  Oh well.  I hope things are going well for those reading.  Now I must do some homework!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-5788043596675537229?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5788043596675537229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=5788043596675537229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5788043596675537229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5788043596675537229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/09/monthly-post.html' title='Monthly post?!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1274593732535737259</id><published>2008-08-20T14:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:54:37.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of summer?!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly believe that summer's almost gone.  I think the one thing I've really appreciated about the summer is how long it's been light outside.  In July, the sun would not be completely down until 9:00 pm.  That did throw me off a little bit thinking things would be open longer (they weren't).  But it's been fun.  Nate and I are trying to get all of his school stuff squared away.  It's been pretty nice to be at a school where I don't have to worry about registration or anything.  Anyway.  We're excited for the new semester.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've both been working really hard this past month or so.  Nathan started a new job.  He's sweeps parking lots at night.  It's been an interesting transition.  It finally seems as though we are on the same sleeping schedule because now he will sleep in til noon everyday.  Everyone knows I've been doing that myself for at least ten years!  I've been working a ton also.  I've been able to fill in at the dentist's office I worked at before school and I'm still working at Barnes and Noble.  I feel like when school starts I will finally be able to breathe again!  I think that's the opposite of how it's supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister got married.  It was fun.  She looked wonderful!  I loved having my family out for the week prior to the blessed event.  I'll put pictures up later.  It's funny to me, not having siblings that got married before me to be on the other end.  Sure I've been to cousins and friends weddings but I was never really in charge of anything.  So it was kind of crazy.  I got a little stressed to say the least.  Luckily, I didn't work the end of that week so that was a little off my plate.  I was also surprised that although the festivities were primarily about Lindsay and Travis, I talked to both of them maybe an hour total that whole week.  When looking back at my wedding, I think I was just so aware of all the things I had to do that I felt like I was talking to everyone even though I probably wasn't.  Anyway, good experience all around.  I wish them the best of luck even though they don't read my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I guess that's all for now.  I hope I haven't bored anyone too badly.  I feel like this was just a quick unloading of the recent events of my life.  Oh!  Before I forget!  I just finished an awesome book, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The City of Bones,&lt;/span&gt; and it's sequel, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Ashes&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway, new favorite books.  I recommend them to everyone.  Also, Leave me some recommendations.  I prefer fiction, but a little non-fiction never hurt anyone!  Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1274593732535737259?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1274593732535737259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1274593732535737259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1274593732535737259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1274593732535737259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of summer?!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1731678399442200666</id><published>2008-07-29T17:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:07:55.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>Once again, it has taken me an eternity to update.  Lo siento.  What could I say after Nathan's beautiful missive?  He's a wonderful writer that I can't even compare to.  But just to clear things up, I love him more than anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished finals for my summer semester and man do I feel good.  I'm so glad to be done for about a month.  Luckily, I'll be able to work for my dentist up in Lehi for the break.  Not having anything specific to do today almost drove me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan has finally found the word to describe my style.  "Busy."  I still don't know how I feel about it.  Don't get me wrong it's totally true, I love clothes and such with lots of patterns and textures and detail.  But "busy"?  He also says that's how I run my life and that is also totally true.  Anyway, I guess I need to save up for that yoga retreat I've had my eye on to un-busy myself for a bit.  I can't believe I never realized it before.  So yeah, I think that's about all my limited connection I've been able to grab at home will allow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1731678399442200666?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1731678399442200666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1731678399442200666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1731678399442200666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1731678399442200666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/07/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-8542216455246551777</id><published>2008-07-16T11:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:22:38.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of touch...</title><content type='html'>Bad news.  Our free ride internet providers moved.  No more internet at our house.  I'm not so excited...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-8542216455246551777?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8542216455246551777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=8542216455246551777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8542216455246551777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8542216455246551777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-of-touch.html' title='Out of touch...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-5578540285007002370</id><published>2008-06-24T01:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:55:22.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?  A blog by any other name would still...post things on the internet...whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SGC2UO-yfqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UfiLPqRf_qY/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SGC2UO-yfqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UfiLPqRf_qY/s200/DSCN0896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215368827230125730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have trouble with the titles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan here.  Olivia is sound asleep right now from a long day of Dental Hygiene school and her first day at her new "dream job" at Barnes &amp; Noble.  She is very excited and as always hard working.   This is not a report I am giving on my wife, however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 7th will mark my second year of marriage to Olivia Michele Haynie.  As this day draws ever so near I am reminded of the day I first met her, how she made me laugh so much on our first date, (Laughter was an old, estranged friend to me then) and the way she smiled at me when no one was looking.  I probably did my fare share of staring and looking stupid.  She struck me with her beauty from the moment that I saw her.  How grateful I am that I first noticed her before she noticed me with my jaw wide and my eyes dilated.  Olivia claims she has no such abilities over the opposite sex.  Should that be truth, then I am the embodiment of a lie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our courtship after our first date is  a blur for me.  Purchasing a plane ticket to visit her on Christmas day seemed a small sacrifice, though I had only known Olivia for maybe a month by this time.  Stricken; again this word comes to mind when I think of the way I felt about her.  All I knew is that it was extremely difficult to be away from her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contemplating why I would feel this way about Olivia;  I take inventory of my own personal life at the time of meeting her.  I was, in a word, lacking.  My spirits had been down and depression was a semi-consistent friend of mine.  I had lot's of girlfriends after returning from serving a mission.  Searching for someone for me to be with was not going well.  I am not the best decision maker for myself.  Olivia and I were introduced through a mutual friend of ours.  It truly had nothing to do with me and I didn't even want to go to the activity where Liv and I were to meet.  Thank heaven for the gift of good friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost a big part of myself during the mission in Madagascar.  Experiences that I had there were both fantastic and terrible.  It is with great regret that I did not understand better the words of Christ with regards to a mans life- "for whosoever loseth his life for my sake, shall find it."  I did losing something during my time of service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diligent service in Madagascar required that I lose a bit of myself.  A Large part of my spirit in fact was broken and I let myself forget about the pain it caused until I had returned home.  Upon returning home, I was incomplete.  Trying to find something to fill this void myself was similar to teaching a blind man how to drive a car.  I was looking everywhere, and most of the time in all the wrong places.  I had a sadness in me that few people understood.  I sought relief from the Lord and I found that strength to endure was given, though the bandage for the wound was never supplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I notice with greatfullness, that it was Olivia's innate ability to lift my sprits that I first fell top over bottom in love with.  She can bear a witness to that fact even to this day,  I simply cannot be sad when I am with her.  It is unknown to me whether or not she has this exact affect on other people, or at least of the same potencey to which I am induced.  The way she filled a piece of my damaged heart so easily and thoroughly...I swear it could be biological.  Even when times are tough and we are both having a hard day, I cant get over the fact that she is simply there with me; and that makes me happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the answer to my questions of a troubled past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the relief when I am feeling less than adequate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought peace to my innermost calamity without even knowing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Olivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-5578540285007002370?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5578540285007002370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=5578540285007002370' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5578540285007002370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5578540285007002370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-in-name-blog-by-any-other-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?  A blog by any other name would still...post things on the internet...whatever.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/SGC2UO-yfqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UfiLPqRf_qY/s72-c/DSCN0896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-8781371632013471932</id><published>2008-06-18T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:15:56.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello hello gentle reader.  I've finally put some more pics on my computer so I can then place them on my blog.  Unfortunately, you can only put up a few per post I suppose so two posts.  Lucky you.  First I'll narrate.  The pics below are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;podge&lt;/span&gt; from the last few weeks.  Nate and I went to the Provo temple with my cousin, Ashley.  It was awesome.  We also went to the Pie with Karl and Erin, Michael and Jen, and George and Marie and additional children.  it's always so fun to hang out with all of them.  I'm the only one of the group that didn't go to the same high school but I take comfort in the fact that my high school has the same initials.  That's something right?  Anyway, moving on.  Terence came to town.  Nate and I are forever in his debt since he introduced us.  He's a great guy and it was great to see him.  He took us on a hike to some falls up by Aspen Grove, I feel inclined to say Stewart Falls but I'm not too sure if that was the name.  It was so beautiful.  Utah can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; green in the spring slash early summer.  Good times.  This past weekend we got to spend time with Stacie and Ryan who are sadly moving to North Carolina here pretty soon.  We're excited to go visit them out there.  We went to a Salt Lake Bees game.  It was fun.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I think that's all the pictures.  In other fabulous news my childhood dream is finally coming true.  I've been offered a position at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble Booksellers.  I'm so STOKED.  I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about how excited I am but I can not contain the CONTENTMENT!!!  I love it.  I'm taking deep breaths now.  So.  That's all for now.  Enjoy, gentle reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwAwL0oLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GHULn8zZb1M/s1600-h/DSCN1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwAwL0oLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GHULn8zZb1M/s320/DSCN1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213391570639036594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terence and Carly on our hike.  They took fake engagement pics, and this one was my favorite.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lookin&lt;/span&gt;' good guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwBbgUpPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AeLONAjWYqM/s1600-h/DSCN1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwBbgUpPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AeLONAjWYqM/s320/DSCN1023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213391582267745522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is by the falls we hiked to but it's over to the right and we climbed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; path to get to it.  Although, the pics make it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwBqQBuII/AAAAAAAAAFw/aCQLZRVZpYo/s1600-h/DSCN0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwBqQBuII/AAAAAAAAAFw/aCQLZRVZpYo/s320/DSCN0996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213391586225928322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley and I at the Provo Temple.  She's too fun.  We kept trying to just take pics when the fountains were up because there were quite a few people there waiting for newlyweds.  I never thought I'd see the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwDbmF9QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aCS8wmt0Azw/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwDbmF9QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aCS8wmt0Azw/s320/DSCN1028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213391616651687170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a beautiful fuzzy picture from the Bees game.  After the game, they had fireworks and we ran down to sit on the field.  That grass felt so delicious under my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bare feet&lt;/span&gt;. That's why I'm not a professional or semi-professional baseball player, we don't have room for a Shoeless Liv.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-8781371632013471932?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8781371632013471932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=8781371632013471932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8781371632013471932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8781371632013471932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/06/pics-2.html' title='Pics 2'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmwAwL0oLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GHULn8zZb1M/s72-c/DSCN1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-6717525982661582661</id><published>2008-06-18T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:00:02.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuUbVvEBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KpFiyz327_k/s1600-h/DSCN0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuUbVvEBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KpFiyz327_k/s320/DSCN0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213389709617598482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Pie in South Jordan a few weeks ago.  This is Makaiya and Brody.  They are just a few weeks apart in age but definitely not size!  She's still wearing 0-3 mo. clothes in this pic I believe while Brody is wearing 12 mo.  It was hilarious to see them right next to eachother...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuUyVNkqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lqCPi_uGq80/s1600-h/DSCN0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuUyVNkqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lqCPi_uGq80/s320/DSCN0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213389715789419170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw this Suzuki Aerio or whatever it is at Cafe Rio and I thought I would take a picture and dedicate it to Karl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuVUeAGCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9IHnSiniJq0/s1600-h/DSCN0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuVUeAGCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9IHnSiniJq0/s320/DSCN0992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213389724953090082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found this lovely missive on a high chair at the Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuVviIacI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-vT-ztMEnmo/s1600-h/DSCN1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuVviIacI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-vT-ztMEnmo/s320/DSCN1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213389732218169794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one was tagged on this random cement thing on a hike we went on.  Who seriously tags a scripture.  WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuWCqesEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zWwk_onpFYc/s1600-h/DSCN1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuWCqesEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zWwk_onpFYc/s320/DSCN1001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213389737353457730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Nate and I standing on top of the ridiculous tagging.  It was a beautiful hike anyway.  Great views and so much was green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-6717525982661582661?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6717525982661582661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=6717525982661582661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6717525982661582661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/6717525982661582661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/06/pics-1.html' title='Pics 1'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmuUbVvEBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KpFiyz327_k/s72-c/DSCN0991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1109162962046095321</id><published>2008-06-10T17:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:12:09.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Ryans?! Seriously.</title><content type='html'>Well, if you haven't noticed, I put our friends and family in alphabetical order the other day.  My order was too random.  I'd be going through my mom's side of the family and then my cousin on my dad's side was right in the middle.  Anyway.  I alphabetized and if you'll notice, there are FOUR Ryans!  So either, de-alphabetize or give every Ryan a nickname. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm partial to the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1109162962046095321?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1109162962046095321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1109162962046095321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1109162962046095321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1109162962046095321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/06/four-ryans-seriously.html' title='Four Ryans?! Seriously.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-805659183343143999</id><published>2008-06-08T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:47:01.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Survey</title><content type='html'>My wife Olivia tagged our cousin Lauren Richey with the following survey.  Lauren then proceeded to tag me with it.  Nice job Lauren.  Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was I doing ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fourteen.  I had really long hair almost down to my chin, parted in the middle, and flowing baby!  I began my love affair with working out.  The main reason behind this want just that I had joined the wrestling and football team, but I coveted the kind of physique that impressed people, namely the ladies!  (Wink)  My spare time consisted of rollerblading, not the recreation kind but the street kind, grinding on rails and doing crazy jumps ect.  I often spent my time with my cousin Christian in Franktown Colorado and camped in this backyard.  I got into rock-climbing, lots of out-doorsy stuff (I was living in Colorado after all) and I seemed to fall head over heels in love with any female that had legs and a smile.  I played the electric guitar, loudly, and I loved punk rock.  I got my first steady girlfriend.  I kissed her right before she went on a family vacation to Mexico.  Her name was kelli.  I spent lots of time babysitting my brother and sister since mom and dad had an affinity for going out to eat with my aunt and uncle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What was I doing five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Anatananarivo Madagascar serving a mission in an area that had lost of drunk people in it.  I had nine baptisms in this particular area.  I really got a lot of great work done there.  The natives began to think I was one of them due to my fluency in the language.  That was a big accomplishment for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was I doing five months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school at UVSC by day and mentoring young adolescent delinquents by night.  I really enjoyed my time spent teaching these seriously troubled boys about how to conduct oneself in society and relationships.  Often one of the boys on campus would get violent and that is when I would be called in.  I love physical confrontations and I enjoyed helping a boy go from trying to hurt himself or someone else to crying about his issues and then back to being good again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Five things on my to-do list today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read from the book "think and grow rich"&lt;br /&gt;2. Plan my lunch for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;3. Hype myself about getting up early tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;4. Check my email&lt;br /&gt;5. Honor my priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Five snacks that I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Protein shake&lt;br /&gt;2. Steak, Preferably a ribeye cut..bone in with only a little grilled on seasoning.  &lt;br /&gt;3. CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES.&lt;br /&gt;4. Taco Bell (its a very guilty pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;5. Betos breakfast steak and eggs burrito, definitely not a guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Five things I will do when I become a billionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Try not to attend any more business meetings&lt;br /&gt;2. Open a school for kids in Madagascar involving, english and french fluency, principles of success and leadership education,  personal development and the importance of sacrifice, reading writing arithmetic, Business and Commerce, Political theory, but above all...self worth and discipline towards accomplishing goals and personal breakthroughs.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Provide a safe environment for my aging parents in their retirement.  The best money can buy.  They deserve it.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Travel the world with Olivia... again.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Send financially struggling families on life-changing vacations together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Five places I have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunnyvale California&lt;br /&gt;2. Parker Colorado&lt;br /&gt;3. Escondido California&lt;br /&gt;4. Utah&lt;br /&gt;5. Provo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  5 things people dont know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I wish I could sing like Michael Buble and perform at weddings. &lt;br /&gt;2.  I started my first business at age thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I enjoy carpentry.  &lt;br /&gt;4. I cried when goose died in the movie Top Gun.  &lt;br /&gt;5.  I have had my nose broken three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...done.  I hope this is enlightening.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-805659183343143999?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/805659183343143999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=805659183343143999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/805659183343143999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/805659183343143999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-survey.html' title='Tagged Survey'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-2978814434242570186</id><published>2008-06-04T18:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:54:07.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By popular demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one of my blogstalkers, who shall remain nameless, asked if I had any current pictures of Lola, my plant.  Luckily I have taken one and will put up not only a current one but also a before for you, oh nameless one!  Lola grew five new leaves during her first growth spurt in my home and now she has two more getting ready to bloom (?)!  I'm stoked!  And probably a lot of people (or the five who read this) are weirded out.  Including my husband.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished playing this typing game where you must finish typing words and letters or sharks and piranhas will eat you up!  I would have been eaten many times just during this blog.  Ugh.  I have an interesting love/hate relationship with sharks.  It keeps me from entering the ocean past my knees (unless Nate and cousin John push me on a surfboard) but at the same time fuels me to continue watching shark week faithfully and dream of cage diving with great whites in South Africa.  Odd combo I know.  I also think it would be sweet to be way deep in relatively clear water and watch a school of hammerheads pass overhead.  I think this one would have to involve a cage as well though.  I don't want to be eaten or maimed.  Anyway.  That's all for now.  Until "mas tarde"!  Nos vemos!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SEc3JxB41JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GOyNvccwTZo/s1600-h/DSCN0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SEc3JxB41JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GOyNvccwTZo/s320/DSCN0973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208192134996874386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SEc3KBB41KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_2NLBaMsNzU/s1600-h/DSCN0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SEc3KBB41KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_2NLBaMsNzU/s320/DSCN0976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208192139291841698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SEc3KRB41LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9XW2BdE5Ud0/s1600-h/DSCN0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SEc3KRB41LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9XW2BdE5Ud0/s320/DSCN0981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208192143586809010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool eyeliner inspired by Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates.  The only Adam Sandler movie I enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-2978814434242570186?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2978814434242570186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=2978814434242570186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2978814434242570186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2978814434242570186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-popular-demand.html' title='By popular demand'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SEc3JxB41JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GOyNvccwTZo/s72-c/DSCN0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-8681985315995545108</id><published>2008-05-29T17:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:49:58.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!  Finally getting back to the blog and I'm pretty excited because I've been tagged!  It's like I'm finally a real member of the blogging community!  HALA!  Alright, we'll do the tag first and then we'll see how ambitious I am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I was doing 10 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was 13.  So probably, anticipating getting my braces off and looking forward to the big 1-4!  Stake dances baby! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I was doing 5 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was 18 at this time.  I'd just finished high school and was working over the summer to pay for BYU!  I also had just received my first kiss...(from my sister's fiance's cousin coincidentally...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I was doing 5 months ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;January-Decemberish... I was working at Westridge Academy, a residential treatment center for at risk youth, boys in my case.  Nate and I lived there with the boys in our own apartment and both commuted down to Orem from West Jordan for school everyday.  Needless to say the commute and the schedule got pretty out of control and now we're back in Orem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Figure out what to make for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Get myself excited to make dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Go on a quick run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Study pain control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Hang with Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. ICE CREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Pita chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Raw broccoli actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Otter pops (I've eaten like half a box in a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Wheat thins.  I could eat them all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 things I will do when I become a billionaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Invest more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Put my kids in private school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Shop a lot, but also donate old clothes to charity every month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Travel with Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Buy 16 Range Rovers of varying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 places I've lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Provo, Ut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Sikeston, MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Cape Girardeau, MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Colorado Springs, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Monument, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 things people don't know about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. I would love to live in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. I don't study for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. I want to own a yoga studio and teach occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. I've started reading The Host no matter how many times I told people I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. I don't watch scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 people I am tagging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Suzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet.  Okay.  Welcome to blogging me.  I'll put some pictures up later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-8681985315995545108?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8681985315995545108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=8681985315995545108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8681985315995545108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8681985315995545108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-7793831346525030524</id><published>2008-05-05T13:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:30:40.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today is not only Cinco de Mayo, it's my first day of summer school.  This morning I told Nathan I didn't want to start school again, especially in the summer.  I've never been to summer school and wasn't ever planning on it.  Anyway, I went and we had a new seating chart and lucky me, I sit on the front row right in front of the podium.  So, no more extracurricular reading, no more texting, and definitely no more sleeping in class.  Yuck.  The amazing thing is, while I was sitting in the front row, paying attention to every word my professor said, I was happy slash excited.  I was ready to be back in school!  How crazy is that!  I'm excited to do research, and write papers, and learn Spanish for the dental professional!  This is gonna be a good semester, I can already tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SB9qhB9wsqI/AAAAAAAAABg/KogjYKJXgQU/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196989610704548514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SB9qhR9wsrI/AAAAAAAAABo/ta8pjNNI9zk/s320/DSCN0898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196989614999515826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7793831346525030524?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7793831346525030524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7793831346525030524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7793831346525030524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7793831346525030524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-school.html' title='Summer School'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SB9qhB9wsqI/AAAAAAAAABg/KogjYKJXgQU/s72-c/DSCN0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-8546895646150651730</id><published>2008-04-28T08:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:58:28.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright.  I am SOOO excited!  I have been unable to post a whole lot of pictures on the web because I lost my camera's usb cord at my parents house.  I finally ordered and have received a memory card reader usb so now I can post all kinds of pictures.  But don't get your hopes up because I really only take pictures once in a blue moon.  So I will try and get better.  I take my camera with me places now.  That's a step... Anyway.  Here are some pictures of yore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkGB9wslI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N61DczZiHVo/s1600-h/DSCN0901.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkGB9wslI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N61DczZiHVo/s320/DSCN0901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194308537499562578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  This is me at the capitol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkGR9wsmI/AAAAAAAAABA/9S6ivjWEB4U/s1600-h/DSCN0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkGR9wsmI/AAAAAAAAABA/9S6ivjWEB4U/s320/DSCN0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194308541794529890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate on an ice motorcycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkGx9wsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/3PtD7Wdjs4Q/s1600-h/DSCN0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkGx9wsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/3PtD7Wdjs4Q/s320/DSCN0909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194308550384464498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with and ice Sponge Bob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkHB9wsoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eqBqNFWqXjw/s1600-h/DSCN0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkHB9wsoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eqBqNFWqXjw/s320/DSCN0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194308554679431810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is an ice kokapeli.  Nate, Lindsay, Travis, and I got to judge the competition and this sculpture was the clear winner.  The detail was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkHh9wspI/AAAAAAAAABY/CvN6ZnQzp9w/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkHh9wspI/AAAAAAAAABY/CvN6ZnQzp9w/s320/DSCN0925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194308563269366418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay and her fiance Travis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXi2B9wskI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7kJaPMEonOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXi2B9wskI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7kJaPMEonOQ/s320/DSCN0973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194307163110027842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;This is Lola.  My plant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   (She has two new leaves!  I'm stoked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now.  Pictures are fun.  So so are ice carving competitions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-8546895646150651730?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8546895646150651730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=8546895646150651730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8546895646150651730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/8546895646150651730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/04/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SBXkGB9wslI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N61DczZiHVo/s72-c/DSCN0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-2043562020825991265</id><published>2008-04-18T14:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:51:24.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Well, I've finally made it back to blog.  So much crap has been going on lately.  It's crazy.  We moved down from West Jordan back to Utah Valley.  It's so nice to wake up a half hour before school starts instead of 2 hours before.  The commute was really taking a toll on Nathan and I.  So we gave in and moved.  It's funny though because as soon as we moved down to Orem, Nathan got in a car wreck.  Yuck.  He's fine luckily, just sore.  Lately he's thinking he might have bruised a rib because it still hurts him to sneeze and laugh for too long.  Poor baby.  Other than that, he's fine.  I feel very blessed.  Now we just have to worry about getting the car fixed which is a hassle.  We've gotten a lot of help from friends and family, though, so that works out.  Big thanks to you guys.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I finished my finals!  I'm on a three week break since Wednesday afternoon.  And I am so bored.  Today I've gotten some stuff done though and I think I'm going to go get a library card which definitely makes me salivate.  I love libraries.  And books.  Over the next two weeks before school starts up again, I'm going to be able to work for my dentist's office.  Glad to be contributing to our family income.  It will be tricky working out rides but I'm slowly coming to the realization that my life is not meant to be easy and that everything happens all at once.  I think this realization comes cyclically to me.  Life goes crazy, I understand that everything happens at once, life slows down. And then BAM!  It goes crazy again, and I am knocked off my rocker trying to catch my breath and grasp the situation.  Oh well.  I should get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I read a bunch of blogs and I want to congratulate anyone who's made it this far into my rambling.  The other blogs I read were so clever and well worded.  So I'm sorry to be boring.  I'll get better I promise!! ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-2043562020825991265?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2043562020825991265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=2043562020825991265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2043562020825991265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/2043562020825991265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-5598652941491082602</id><published>2008-02-18T16:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:13:57.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Empathy</title><content type='html'>Eventually, the snow has to melt.  That is a very "convieniant truth" to me.  Eat your heart out Gore.  I like to pay attention to how much snow falls on West Jordan Utah as compared to the rest of the Beehive State.  I commute fifteen minutes out of my area in the morning and I estimate that there is 4-5 inches LESS snow than West Jordan.  Interesting.  Im not sure if the groundhog saw his shadow or maybe thought that he saw his shadow... all I know is that as soon as that groundhog decides to show up and shovel my car out of the snow in the morning, then I will start to pay attention to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-5598652941491082602?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5598652941491082602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=5598652941491082602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5598652941491082602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/5598652941491082602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/02/groundhog-empathy.html' title='Groundhog Empathy'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-4495281828922276891</id><published>2008-02-16T23:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:30:41.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Movies</title><content type='html'>Nate and I are watching Marie Antoinette right now.  It's interesting.  I picked it up because my sisters really enjoyed it.  I think I like it.  I'll hafta finish it to really know.  I went to the Utah Dental Convention this week.  It was pretty sweet.  I picked up lots of free stuff and went to a couple classes, one of which really made me think.  Which was awesome.  I think that's the most important thing about conventions.  Besides the free stuff of course.  Well I guess that's all for now.  I'm getting distracted.  They're at the masquerade...Oh, P.S.  To clear things up Nate did NOT watch the movie with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-4495281828922276891?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/4495281828922276891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=4495281828922276891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/4495281828922276891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/4495281828922276891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/02/girly-movies.html' title='Girly Movies'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-1818768776101237822</id><published>2008-02-10T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:34:03.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah has frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/R6-IlCAxaOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ah8BYXutTUA/s1600-h/kisses!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/R6-IlCAxaOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ah8BYXutTUA/s200/kisses!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165497467393894626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to think that Olivia and I are now keeping history of us on the web.  I never thought that I would be keeping record of my family on a computer; let alone making it available for the whole world to see.  I must say that I am impressed with myself for living in such a tech savvy time and doing my best to stay up to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle in Math.  Right now I am having one of those "catch up" semesters here at Utah Valley University.  You know, those semesters where you are forced to take the mind numbing required courses instead of the ones that progress you as an individual?  Im taking Algebra, Computer for Beginers, (sierously, my kid brother kenny could pass this class) and Beginers Physics.  I want to die every time I am in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, I keep myself busy studying the things that I enjoy.  Books on investing, leadership, religion, personal progression, and public speaking are my main areas of interest. I have no use for television except to watch the occasional movie since football season has come to a close.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here in West Jordan Utah aren't that amazing either.  On average, my car (1993 Honda Accord) gets covered in snow drifts once a week.  I have to dig for at least 45 minutes just to get my car out of our parking area.  Olivia's car (2006 Nissan Xterra) simply requires the flip of the 4WD switch and she can plow through anything old man winter can dish out.  Yes, Olivia is the more spoiled one but hey, just look at her picture and you will understand why.  I always was a sucker for a pretty face.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to do some more math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-1818768776101237822?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1818768776101237822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=1818768776101237822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1818768776101237822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/1818768776101237822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/02/utah-has-frozen.html' title='Utah has frozen'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205709093096476604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/TC0mm35T4BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sHfG6FClNr0/S220/DSCN0517.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08UXRhtljFA/R6-IlCAxaOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ah8BYXutTUA/s72-c/kisses!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875915236913360796.post-7706364440649668632</id><published>2008-02-10T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:06:39.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>Well, I've finally set up the blog per Emily's request.  Halla.  Nate and I are both suffering from colds.  Sneezing everywhere.  It rules.  Nate's attempting his math homework and I'm trying to figure this whole thing out.  We'll see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875915236913360796-7706364440649668632?l=nateheartsliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7706364440649668632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875915236913360796&amp;postID=7706364440649668632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7706364440649668632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875915236913360796/posts/default/7706364440649668632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateheartsliv.blogspot.com/2008/02/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688774648154409748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TugFV7aF7ag/SFmzrtB7vHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2w9Ho9qAvTI/S220/DSCN0984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
