<?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-35415601</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:16:24.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Stated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-8686676480629628596</id><published>2008-02-12T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:38:44.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Blogger</title><content type='html'>Dear Blogger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for recording my memories for the last 1.3 years.&lt;br /&gt;I will be &lt;a href="http://nataliezarela.typepad.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to join me on my new blog adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-8686676480629628596?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8686676480629628596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=8686676480629628596&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8686676480629628596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8686676480629628596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/02/farewell-blogger.html' title='Farewell Blogger'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6899540580921461194</id><published>2008-02-09T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:36:59.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the outfit</title><content type='html'>Today, I will go with a classy look.&lt;br /&gt;Houndstooth coat, skinny jeans, patent leather flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R64p-lA9ceI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tLYfmwRkkx8/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165111977705304546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R64p-lA9ceI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tLYfmwRkkx8/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow, I will be rocking a completely different look.&lt;br /&gt;Mini skirt, leggings, and high heels.&lt;br /&gt;I will be dressing up for a concert with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you which one, but that would ruin the pictures I will post on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6899540580921461194?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6899540580921461194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6899540580921461194&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6899540580921461194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6899540580921461194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-all-about-outfit.html' title='It&apos;s all about the outfit'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R64p-lA9ceI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tLYfmwRkkx8/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5611230536607331912</id><published>2008-02-08T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:35:50.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost = Good</title><content type='html'>I guess it is only fair that I share who I think the Oceanic 6 are. I think it will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;Hurley&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;Claire&lt;br /&gt;Sayid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I just threw Sayid on the list because I didn't know who else to say. But I do believe that perhaps it could be Ben (although he is NOT technically an Oceanic survivor). I have always thought it was Ben in that coffin. And so does my cousin Michelle (who I religiously exchange LOST emails with). For some reason I've always thought Claire was getting off. Maybe because of the baby. Maybe because she's pretty. I don't know. I just have a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night's episode started out kinda bleh to me. I guess the character development of the four who landed on the island kinda confused me at first. But then when they showed the skinny, tall, creepy looking "lawyer" dude who visited Hurley in the looney house talking to Naomi I got so excited! And the part where Ben tries to kill the English lady...so baller! I knew she wasn't dead. I do seem to like her for some reason. She intrigues me. And the ending was so good. Who knew that little old Henry Gale was going to turnout to have such a huge role in all this drama! I love it. And next week we find out another member of the Oceanic 6....eeek, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday, bitches! Whoo! I have a big, crazy, jam-packed weekend ahead of me. Game night, birthday parties, bachelorette parties, driving to Jersey for a concert (which I will disclose later), etc. I might collapse by the time Monday rolls around. Have a good weekend ya'll (I learned that word in Dallas, hehe)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eta: Do you think that perhaps the lawyer dude was from Dharma and now they are after Ben for killing all their people. But, how would they have known that? And why would it have taken then like 20 years to come after him? Hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-5611230536607331912?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5611230536607331912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5611230536607331912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5611230536607331912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5611230536607331912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-good.html' title='Lost = Good'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6978962069210760168</id><published>2008-02-07T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:01:33.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is:</title><content type='html'>Happiness Is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Game Night with my girls on Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrapbowl next weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday night Lost episodes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emails with my cousin Michelle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to visit my sister in Spain in April&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a regular workout schedule &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Italian word-a-day calendar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An assortment of colored Sharpies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sending fun surprise packages in the mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New patent leather high heels for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding funny valentine's day cards at Target&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing Rock Band in Best Buy with Matt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking self portraits with my brother, and then scrapping about it. Like so:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R6sLeyCIFTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q_NVg-9TKvg/s1600-h/File0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234021165077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R6sLeyCIFTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q_NVg-9TKvg/s320/File0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. Happy Lost Day everyone! Any guesses on who the Oceanic 6 are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6978962069210760168?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6978962069210760168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6978962069210760168&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6978962069210760168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6978962069210760168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/02/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is:'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R6sLeyCIFTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q_NVg-9TKvg/s72-c/File0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-9084981074294010379</id><published>2008-02-04T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:29:42.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, the Superbowl</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Superbowl Sunday is one of my top 3 days of the year. Next to Fourth of July and my birthday. Ha. I just love football. I'm a total dude like that. And last night's game did not disappoint. So killer. The Giants were amazing. What a fantastic 4th quarter. I'm still shocked with the results, and even though I love me some Tom Brady, I am so happy for the Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bad part of the night: the commercials. WTF. They sucked. All except the Doritos mouse trap one. And perhaps, the Buuuuud Light one. Hehe, just LOLed thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even more sick than I was Saturday. Did manage to scrap it up. The rest of the layouts are on SIS. Too lazy to post. Off to drink some hot tea, and head to Target. One is never too sick to go to Target, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147063726708002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R6cu5iCIFSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/2IRjpXXWBVE/s320/File0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-9084981074294010379?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/9084981074294010379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=9084981074294010379&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9084981074294010379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9084981074294010379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhh-superbowl.html' title='Ahhh, the Superbowl'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R6cu5iCIFSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/2IRjpXXWBVE/s72-c/File0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5475416367605397482</id><published>2008-02-02T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:12:18.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Past</title><content type='html'>Back from Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very sick.&lt;br /&gt;And for real this time.&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning my room instead.&lt;br /&gt;Finding clothes from highschool.&lt;br /&gt;And some from my early college days.&lt;br /&gt;Trying them on.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fat.&lt;br /&gt;I can't button the jeans.&lt;br /&gt;But happy that they go up 92% of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Finding jewelry galore.&lt;br /&gt;And funny pics.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing ones, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;I would post them but my self esteem issues from 7th grade might surface again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm moving blogs soon.&lt;br /&gt;Very soon. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-5475416367605397482?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5475416367605397482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5475416367605397482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5475416367605397482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5475416367605397482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-past.html' title='Hello Past'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1244308090180449173</id><published>2008-01-25T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:15:38.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mentioned before that I ordered some new fabrics. I got them from &lt;a href="http://www.quilthome.com/"&gt;Quilt Home&lt;/a&gt; which delivered them super quick, which totally made the whole buying experience even better. I am madly in love with the all the pinks and browns. A little sneak peak of some of the fabrics I plan to use for quilt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; dos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5nIfCCIFPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CExjxiKvBrY/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159375283576902898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5nIfCCIFPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CExjxiKvBrY/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I've had a little secret. Matt and I have moved. Temporarily back to VA. This is what our place looked like a few weeks ago. Total chaos. Boxes everywhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt; things laying around, like snowboarding bindings, a lonely bike helmet, and my beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sad we left, but I am happy the move is over. Now, we are looking forward to our next move. Which at this point is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TBD&lt;/span&gt;. We're thinking maybe to the big city. Or maybe west coast. Or maybe farther. Time will tell. Now it is just a waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159375558454809858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5nIvCCIFQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dRmkR7s-QRM/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you need my new address for any reason, please just hit me up with an email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone have a great weekend! Live it up while you still can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1244308090180449173?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1244308090180449173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1244308090180449173&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1244308090180449173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1244308090180449173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/numero-dos.html' title='Numero Dos'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5nIfCCIFPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CExjxiKvBrY/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7600537829623320269</id><published>2008-01-23T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:16:37.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Heath</title><content type='html'>I was very saddened to hear about the death of Heath Ledger. He was so young. And so talented. And I just feel so bad for his daughter who will never really get to know her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my attempts to lighten up this tragic day, a funny scrappy about my boy Lou. Makes me giggle every time I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5c8WyCIFOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/W1EGhcD9LbA/s1600-h/File0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658260261672162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5c8WyCIFOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/W1EGhcD9LbA/s320/File0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7600537829623320269?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7600537829623320269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7600537829623320269&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7600537829623320269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7600537829623320269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-heath.html' title='Goodbye Heath'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5c8WyCIFOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/W1EGhcD9LbA/s72-c/File0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4991845482109924422</id><published>2008-01-17T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:43:29.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Seventeen Oh Eight</title><content type='html'>It snowed, people. Yeah, that white powder stuff that is essential for us snowboarders. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to grab my board. But it did cause some insane traffic. Always fun...NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have to admit it was pretty to photograph. And pretty to look at from my bedroom window. I wished it snowed more here. But then again, DC area drivers suck. So I take back my last comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5AegNlyUII/AAAAAAAAAlM/8Qcc3vvZJm8/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156655112092012674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5AegNlyUII/AAAAAAAAAlM/8Qcc3vvZJm8/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I haven't scrapped (or shall I say posted) in a LONG time, here are some pages that kinda just came together this afternoon. Super easy and super quick. Continuing my "less is more" style in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5Ad9NlyUGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PPfabC-qyII/s1600-h/File0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156654510796591202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5Ad9NlyUGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PPfabC-qyII/s320/File0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5AdqNlyUFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mNAmC4CPTfA/s1600-h/File0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156654184379076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5AdqNlyUFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mNAmC4CPTfA/s320/File0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who else is excited that LOST starts in two weeks. Um, can I get a hell yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-4991845482109924422?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4991845482109924422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4991845482109924422&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4991845482109924422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4991845482109924422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-seventeen-oh-eight.html' title='One Seventeen Oh Eight'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R5AegNlyUII/AAAAAAAAAlM/8Qcc3vvZJm8/s72-c/DSC_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-8642596961122704788</id><published>2008-01-16T12:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:32:19.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabric Happy</title><content type='html'>So......I asked my sister, to ask my cousin, to tell her parents, to get me Guitar Hero for my birthday. Well, either they didn't get the memo, or they just couldn't find it.  So they got me cash instead. Which, was totally fine by me.  Cash rules, dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......instead of rocking out to some Aerosmith and perhaps a little Pat Benatar, I decided to go a little fabric happy online today.  It is now safe to say that that there is definitely a quilt numero dos in the near future. If only you knew how extremely giddy with excitement I am right now! New fabric makes me happy. And so does birthday money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out, yo. Off to Cosi to snag my favorite salad for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-8642596961122704788?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8642596961122704788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=8642596961122704788&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8642596961122704788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8642596961122704788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/fabric-happy.html' title='Fabric Happy'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-31239037938543975</id><published>2008-01-14T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:08:05.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>This was me. On my Sweet 16 Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm rocking a sweater vest!&lt;br /&gt;And a full set of braces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R4uE0tlyUEI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fu-cYHwSNHQ/s1600-h/natalie+HB_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155360239581810754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R4uE0tlyUEI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fu-cYHwSNHQ/s320/natalie+HB_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this picture last night and I just found it to be so fitting considering I am TEN years older today. I still remember that day. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt; and cards from my friends. Roses from my boyfriend at the time. And new clothes from my mom. Not to mention that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sweeeet&lt;/span&gt; cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I turn 26 (um, how did that happen?). And there will be no party. And no balloons. Just ice cream cake around 7 with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. Looking forward to a low key day, away from my horrid cubicle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my bestest friend and birthday twin Molly Shields.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kla&lt;/span&gt;, you made my day with the daily page. Loves you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-31239037938543975?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/31239037938543975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=31239037938543975&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/31239037938543975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/31239037938543975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-years-ago-today.html' title='10 Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R4uE0tlyUEI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fu-cYHwSNHQ/s72-c/natalie+HB_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6152593972523228400</id><published>2008-01-11T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:19:29.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up at 4am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned in a very big project at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had Chinese food for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Paper Source and stocked up on labels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ran into Elise who was rocking a straight haired look&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to happy hour at Bangkok Joe's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It rained, and it made me feel happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hit snooze about a kagillion times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I considered calling out sick. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fought with Matt before 7am. Not fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will finalize my birthday plans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will babysit three of my favorite girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will contemplate faking sickness around 1pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will do my daily page.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will sleep in and enjoy a peaceful morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be happy to not be sitting in a cubicle all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will finish updating my resume. Ugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will workout (if I can find the energy and drive).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will watch Disk 7 of Lost Season 3. Farewell Charlie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will mail out some fun packages to my craftly ladies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lovely it's Friday. Here's hoping my weekend is productive and that yours is fun and relaxing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6152593972523228400?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6152593972523228400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6152593972523228400&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6152593972523228400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6152593972523228400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2855649550466857000</id><published>2008-01-07T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:41:41.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it bad...</title><content type='html'>...that I'm starting to get sick and I don't really care. I have a runny nose, lots of sinus pressure, a small cough, and a never ending headache. And all I can think about is that if I get sick enough, then I can (legitimately) call out sick from work for a few days this week. Apparently I hate my job SO much that I rather be sick and at home, then well and at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that my word for 2008 is going to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to start projects, scrap pages, blog entries, marathon training, healthy eating plans, mini books (you get the point) and then I never FINISH what I started. I've had this problem all my life. And I have to stop blaming it on my severe A.D.D. This year, my motto will be "don't start it, if you can't finish it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note. This blog entry is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2855649550466857000?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2855649550466857000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2855649550466857000&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2855649550466857000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2855649550466857000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-bad.html' title='Is it bad...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3112514933249239061</id><published>2008-01-03T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:55:29.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLLLYYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R32cCtlyUCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KYBMlbg0nfY/s1600-h/DSC_0176_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151445119193468962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R32cCtlyUCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KYBMlbg0nfY/s320/DSC_0176_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R32bSdlyUBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xghAdSTbW7k/s1600-h/DSC_0183_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151444290264780818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R32bSdlyUBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xghAdSTbW7k/s320/DSC_0183_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I FINALLY finished my quilt. And I made it just in time to win the bet. The last two days I spent on this thing were brutal....but it was &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; worth it. My mom was incredibly impressed, my sister said it wasn't "grandma" like most quilts (haha), and Matt thought it looked professionally made. I was so happy THEY liked it because it is their opinions I value the most. Even my boy Louie loved it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R32bGNlyUAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3H10ozSHkPA/s1600-h/DSC_0149_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151444079811383298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R32bGNlyUAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3H10ozSHkPA/s320/DSC_0149_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And FINALLY...I posted the rad banner that Stacey made me. I've been meaning to post it since November..... But no computer meant I had no editing software, which meant, I had no way to shrink it to size, which meant I couldn't post it.... UNTIL NOW!! So whooo hooo to FINALLY having a cool ass banner, courtesy of one the sweetest girls I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to watch last night's DVRed epi of Gossip Girl. &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/35415601-3112514933249239061?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3112514933249239061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3112514933249239061&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3112514933249239061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3112514933249239061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2008/01/finallllyyy.html' title='FINALLLLYYY!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R32cCtlyUCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KYBMlbg0nfY/s72-c/DSC_0176_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3690825936458438777</id><published>2007-12-31T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:43:59.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>I've decided to put away my sparkly party dress and uncomfortable high heels this year. I have made way for comfort, good food, fabulous friends, and simplicity. There is something so special to me about the new year. A new beginning. A fresh start. A world of possiblities. But unless I'm in Bolivia, where the cost of a crazy fun, open bar party is usually $25, I just don't get very excited for the new years festivities. I hate spending the money, not because I'm cheap (becaues unfortuanly that has never been one of my problems). But because it defeats my usual resolution of "be more responsbile with your money." So, this year I am getting together with some close friends. We will eat, drink, and be merry. We might even play some board games. And we will go to bed at a reasonable hour (unlike my usual 9am arrival time when I party in Bolivia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to 2008. Here's to my one big resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less Talk, More Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2008 bring you love, peace, health, good friendships, and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-3690825936458438777?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3690825936458438777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3690825936458438777&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3690825936458438777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3690825936458438777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-fresh-start.html' title='Hello Fresh Start'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3609255873663469852</id><published>2007-12-29T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:19:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon, I Love You</title><content type='html'>Would you like a recap of the last few weeks through the eyes of my trusty Nikon? I figured its the least I can do for not posting any real pics in the month of December. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I went to the annual Bolivian Christmas party. It was lovely. Except for the fact that I got a scary religious calendar for the gift exchange (but that's another story). Plus, someone took this semi-decent picture of us. Now if only that plant didn't look like it was growing from my left shoulder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3Z5Uw5Vc8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Nl0liRjj42o/s1600-h/DSC_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149436621574468546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3Z5Uw5Vc8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Nl0liRjj42o/s320/DSC_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found this $4 shirt at target and decided it was a must have for Louie. He was not very happy. But we were! Bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149431549218091922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3Z0tg5Vc5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/7kA0ryxQOkc/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I've been taking an insane amount of mirror shots. Maybe its boredom. Maybe its vanity. Whatever it is. It's fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149435852775322546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3Z4oA5Vc7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/eqcp1VcAXRc/s320/DSC_0431_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea my quilt was going to take me THIS long. I have 2 days to finish it. A bet is a bet, and I am one competitive bitch. I will finish this thing even if it means staying home on new years eve with a bottle of champagne, dick clark, and my sewing machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149433791191020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3Z2wA5Vc6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/5rDpRwXD4Io/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Did I mention that we found a mouse in our apartment on Christmas Eve? This little bastard almost cost me a pair of Chanel sunglasses. It took us an insane two hours of screams mixed in with patience to catch him. Notice the Making Memories mat and the basket that holds my paints? Scrapbooking saves lives people. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3ZzVg5Vc4I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4pSbx1d_oW0/s1600-h/DSC_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149430037389603714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3ZzVg5Vc4I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4pSbx1d_oW0/s320/DSC_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of ye old scrappies...guess who made her very first page? Yep, my sister. So proud of her. Just when I was getting excited that I had found someone to be artsy with, I remembered that she leaves for Spain in a week. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3ZyKg5Vc3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/qr0lSl4nO7g/s1600-h/DSC_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149428748899414898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3ZyKg5Vc3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/qr0lSl4nO7g/s320/DSC_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOO excited to welcome the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO over 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the start of something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So farewell 2007. And hello 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/35415601-3609255873663469852?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3609255873663469852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3609255873663469852&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3609255873663469852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3609255873663469852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/12/nikon-i-love-you.html' title='Nikon, I Love You'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R3Z5Uw5Vc8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Nl0liRjj42o/s72-c/DSC_0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1958743194128036357</id><published>2007-12-21T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:28:16.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Morgan Misses My Posts</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Took a one week break from blogging and it was lovely. In the last week I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished my Christmas Cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished shopping for everyone (except my parents)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed up WAY too late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoided the mall at all costs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat a very hard level of Mario Galaxy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipped out of work early 2 times (today will make it 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran into a fellow scrapper friend who rocks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tripped in public. And it was funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked on my beloved quilt last night. Just as I had finished sewing together all seven pieces (which took forever and was the most stressful thing I have done since my balance beam routine in 1991) I decided to add 2 more pieces. Why, you might ask? Well, I made my sister lie down on the couch with me and pretend to be Matt, so I could see if what I had was big enough for the two of us. She even spooned me, a la Matt, which made the calculation even more accurate. She's the best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what do you buy your parents for Christmas? The two most awesome people in the world, but who have EVERYTHING already. So incredibly difficult. My dad needs a new camera. And as much as I don't mind dropping $300 on my dad because he could possibly be the best human being on this planet....what do I get my mom that is equally as good. Do you see my dilemma here? You can't just spoil one, and not the other. This must be like when you have kids, and you will mostly likely have a favorite (even though everyone says they don't - bullshit) and you want to give one more presents than the other. Tough call. Not saying my dad is my favorite, because my mom kicks ass, but you know what I mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really hope my parents don't read my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1958743194128036357?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1958743194128036357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1958743194128036357&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1958743194128036357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1958743194128036357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/12/because-morgan-misses-my-posts.html' title='Because Morgan Misses My Posts'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-707090732319983569</id><published>2007-12-13T12:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:32:36.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting up my Heels with A Scissor.</title><content type='html'>I've been bored at work today. Unfortunately for my Jessica Simpson pump, it took the wrath of my boredom. See title above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how I'm loving making insanely simple pages? I'm all about the fuck the bullshit and let's get to the point type pages. And I'm loving the results! Why? Well, mostly because I had this goal to fill up a KI felt album by the end of the year... and I actually think I might accomplish this at the rate I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R2FoYHPWmAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8xzyccG1Ylg/s1600-h/Best+Date1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143507012903409666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R2FoYHPWmAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8xzyccG1Ylg/s320/Best+Date1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm running errands after work today. I will be going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A.C. Moore. I have a 50% off coupon yo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G Street Fabrics to ask them a quilt question.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anthropologie, because I need a holiday dress. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Mall, b/c dammit its about time I start xmas shopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And about Lasik....I have to be honest. I've been freaking out!!!! I already had this convo with my NYC trip ladies a few weeks ago, and we talked it out, and I sorta felt better. But seriously....I'm right back to freaking out again. The dr. dude told me that I have big pupils. Um....ok! Apparently that means I could potentially experience halos and/or foggy vision. Um....so what they're saying is, I'm going to pay them a ridiculous sum of money to see exactly how I see with contacts on. Yeah...having doubts people. Can anyone calm me down? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-707090732319983569?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/707090732319983569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=707090732319983569&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/707090732319983569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/707090732319983569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/12/cutting-up-my-heels-with-scissor.html' title='Cutting up my Heels with A Scissor.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R2FoYHPWmAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8xzyccG1Ylg/s72-c/Best+Date1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-332234647454566394</id><published>2007-12-12T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:58:56.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have/Have Not</title><content type='html'>I Have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Received a fantastic package from Amy. It made my day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Scrapbooked, but not posted. Feeling private lately.&lt;br /&gt;3. Been told I'm going to Dallas in Jan for work. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;4. Caught up on episodes of GG. And I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Purchased Season 3 of LOST. And with a $5 coupon I might add.&lt;br /&gt;6. A new found obsession with cards. Especially letterpress.&lt;br /&gt;7. A doctors appointment at 9:15 on Friday morning. Thinking about calling out sick afterwards, just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have Not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked out in one week.&lt;br /&gt;2. Posted the beautiful banner that Stacey made me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Been festive this year. No tree. No decorations. No xmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;4. Worn my contacts in 2.5 weeks. Did you know you can't wear your contacts for a month before getting Lasik? Guess I will just look nerdy during the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sent out my Christmas cards. I'm just happy I bought them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Been motivated. I've been so lazy that it's starting to disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;7. Purchased a single present. Just call me the grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-332234647454566394?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/332234647454566394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=332234647454566394&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/332234647454566394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/332234647454566394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/12/havehave-not.html' title='Have/Have Not'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4661802389612947550</id><published>2007-12-10T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:57:21.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplify</title><content type='html'>I find it so hard to do everything I want to do. To check every thing off the to-do list. To find time to scrap, and quilt, and cook, and study, and read, and take pictures. So, I say, when crunched with time, simplify. And I'm loving the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardstock + Hambly + Typewriter = Page in less than 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;This is my new formula for quick and easy scrapping. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R11Hu1wR_-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RDp-DEtqIQU/s1600-h/Remember1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142345219556114402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R11Hu1wR_-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RDp-DEtqIQU/s320/Remember1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katie came to visit me on Saturday. We shopped, and talked, and laughed, and ate. And you know you have had a good day when you end the day with photo booth pictures at Chucky Cheese combined with Cinnamon Dolce Lattes at Starbucks. Good times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is anyone else super excited that the LOST dvd's come out tomorrow? I have really missed my psycho, crazy, and messed-up characters. I will savour watching any episodes that involve my beloved Charlie, for I know that this will be the last time his face will appear on one of the seven disks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers to a new week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-4661802389612947550?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4661802389612947550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4661802389612947550&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4661802389612947550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4661802389612947550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/12/simplify.html' title='Simplify'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R11Hu1wR_-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RDp-DEtqIQU/s72-c/Remember1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2245813247774404054</id><published>2007-12-06T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:32:21.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to begin. I really don't. But I'll try to get this out in the best way I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone very dear to me 6 days ago. She was my second mother. She raised me. She was there when my mom and dad were working. She was there to pick me up from the bus stop and take me to ballet. She was full of jokes, and songs, and sayings, and a million stories. She has been there my ENTIRE life. Every. Single. Day. Since birth. Not many people can say they have that kind of relationship with a grandparent. But I can. And I have been so LUCKY to have had her in my life for the last 25 years. I miss her more than any words could ever describe. But I know she is in a better place. And that is the only thought that has kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say thank you to everyone who has been there for me. From the cards, to the emails, to the flowers, and most importantly, the shoulders to cry on.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I promise the next post won't be so sad. Just had to get it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2245813247774404054?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2245813247774404054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2245813247774404054&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2245813247774404054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2245813247774404054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-373710224613127941</id><published>2007-11-27T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:44:49.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly, I'm Addicted</title><content type='html'>I got Super Mario Galaxy on Friday and I have not put it down since.  It is SOOOOO addicting. And not to mention insanely fun. I love it oh so much. I know it's quite pathetic that a 25 year old girl is addicted to a video game, but if you played it you would understand. So, please don't judge. Just come over and play with me. I promise it will be a killer good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R0wr7hUXC-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/0tzlvvZUtcU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137529576478936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R0wr7hUXC-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/0tzlvvZUtcU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35415601-373710224613127941?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/373710224613127941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=373710224613127941&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/373710224613127941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/373710224613127941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/sadly-im-addicted.html' title='Sadly, I&apos;m Addicted'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R0wr7hUXC-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/0tzlvvZUtcU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1549768631605603200</id><published>2007-11-23T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:23:32.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Last Week</title><content type='html'>I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spent some quality time with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wore my puffy blue vest 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read up on some lenses for my Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken a sick day from work.&lt;br /&gt;5. Scrapped &amp;amp; actually enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R0bh7hUXC9I/AAAAAAAAAio/SF1k6POC7RQ/s1600-h/CrazyKids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136040837734927314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R0bh7hUXC9I/AAAAAAAAAio/SF1k6POC7RQ/s200/CrazyKids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ate my ass off on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;7. Played Guitar Hero on Wii (and now I'm planning on buying it)&lt;br /&gt;8. Worked on my quilt, it is 75% complete.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hungout with my sister who is home from school.&lt;br /&gt;10. Had dinner with my highschool/college friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope everyone had a lovely Turky Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1549768631605603200?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1549768631605603200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1549768631605603200&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1549768631605603200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1549768631605603200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-last-week.html' title='In the Last Week'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/R0bh7hUXC9I/AAAAAAAAAio/SF1k6POC7RQ/s72-c/CrazyKids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2971306518524917892</id><published>2007-11-16T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:17:33.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be A Blonde with a TV Show</title><content type='html'>So, I got to thinking about jobs today. I think the harsh reality is that most people don't like their jobs. They do them because they have to. Not because they are passionate about their work. So, I then started thinking about dream jobs. You know, the kinds of jobs that we wish we had, but we are too chicken shit or lazy to try to get them. Or the ones that seem so unrealistic, that when you tell other people about them they just think you're crazy and stupid. Well, my dream job would be hers. Samantha Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133530614034008978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rz325RUXC5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/xSNLdoMAIKA/s200/20070621brown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm not saying I like her (although I am saying that I don't like her outfit in this picture). She tends to be a little too bubbly for me. But I do love her job. Traveling the world and getting paid for it!! Um....hello! Talk about the most perfect job for me. So, what is your dream job? The crazy, far fetched, possibly unrealistic dream job? I want to know. Spill people. Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2971306518524917892?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2971306518524917892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2971306518524917892&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2971306518524917892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2971306518524917892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-be-blonde-with-tv-show.html' title='I Want To Be A Blonde with a TV Show'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rz325RUXC5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/xSNLdoMAIKA/s72-c/20070621brown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5475811021983802987</id><published>2007-11-14T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:49:20.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzsjfmZyBRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GUvvUnu05zg/s1600-h/218853163_729728723_0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132735226110412050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzsjfmZyBRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GUvvUnu05zg/s200/218853163_729728723_0A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promised a lot of people I would show preview pics of the quilt I've been working on. Unfortunately, the only camera available last night was my cell phone camera. So, its not the best picture. But you get the idea. As of last night, I am officially halfway done. I can't wait to finish this baby and collect my $50 from Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-5475811021983802987?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5475811021983802987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5475811021983802987&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5475811021983802987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5475811021983802987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/preview.html' title='The Preview'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzsjfmZyBRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GUvvUnu05zg/s72-c/218853163_729728723_0A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3864285394468801925</id><published>2007-11-12T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:00:30.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Posts, One Day</title><content type='html'>Thank you everyone for the sweet comments about my hair. I'm still laughing at myself for posting that (as marc put it) zoolander picture up. Oh and the vest is from &lt;a href="http://www.freepeople.com/"&gt;Free People&lt;/a&gt;. I heart it so much. It's been my favorite piece this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, I spent a lot of time with matt this weekend. More so than normal. And now I'm all alone again (he's in class every night) and I got to thinking about how much I love our time together. And so I made this super simple page about our Sundays. I'm not in love with the design. But I am in love with the picture. And with putting my thoughts down on paper. And that is what its all about anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzkQ9pLpAkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/e8bwspvh8kY/s1600-h/Sundays1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132151901578134082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzkQ9pLpAkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/e8bwspvh8kY/s320/Sundays1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off to study Italian. Blogland...any luck in finding me a pen pal?&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/35415601-3864285394468801925?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3864285394468801925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3864285394468801925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3864285394468801925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3864285394468801925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-posts-one-day.html' title='Two Posts, One Day'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzkQ9pLpAkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/e8bwspvh8kY/s72-c/Sundays1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1236597362916773871</id><published>2007-11-12T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:59:33.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went A Little Scissor Happy</title><content type='html'>I went in for another haircut on Saturday. And as always, I tried out a new hairdresser. I never go back to the same one twice. Weird, right? Anyways, I walk in thinking I'm going to tell her to keep the length. That I'm growing it out again. To please not go scissor happy. But, I went against every bone in my body and as soon as I met her I said "do whatever you want." She looked at me all excited, asked me again, and I reasssured that I was feeling risky and to proceed. These were the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131935753053995570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="319" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzhMYJLpAjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zz7SO8Qrlyw/s320/DSC_0164_edited-2.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;It is SUPER asymmetical. Which I'm still getting used too. Having short hair is addicting. But I think this will be the last time I go crazy with my hair. It's been fun. But lately, I have been missing the ease of a ponytail. I am missing the comfort of not having to do my hair in the morning. Plus, everyone at work this morning said I looked "punk." I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my weekend was great. I got to spend a lot of time with Matt, which is always fabulous. I got to see some friends that I hadn't seen in a very long time. And the Redskins won.... oh wait a minute, nope, they lost because they suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1236597362916773871?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1236597362916773871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1236597362916773871&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1236597362916773871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1236597362916773871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-little-scissor-happy.html' title='I Went A Little Scissor Happy'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzhMYJLpAjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zz7SO8Qrlyw/s72-c/DSC_0164_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2542161860761335462</id><published>2007-11-06T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:45:24.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough with the Pity Party</title><content type='html'>When things in our lives start looking bad, we always tend to focus on them. I've decided to stop stressing about work and start acknowledging all the good in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a wonderful man who adores me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have reconnected with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have the most amazing family in the world.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a roof over my head.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a kitty cat who loves to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have scrappy friends who get me.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have an awesome camera that I love to play with.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have an artsy escape that keeps me sane. See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzBPMLNZkyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0lY4BvFI2ok/s1600-h/Day+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129687046161011490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzBPMLNZkyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0lY4BvFI2ok/s320/Day+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2542161860761335462?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2542161860761335462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2542161860761335462&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2542161860761335462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2542161860761335462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/enough-with-pity-party.html' title='Enough with the Pity Party'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RzBPMLNZkyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0lY4BvFI2ok/s72-c/Day+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3687708659661748653</id><published>2007-11-05T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:31:19.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Roger Ebert</title><content type='html'>I saw this movie last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ry8tlLNZkxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Am-CNANaQD0/s1600-h/tdlsoundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129368617285686034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ry8tlLNZkxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Am-CNANaQD0/s320/tdlsoundtrack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I give it two thumbs up. But then again I'm a Wes Anderson fan. And not everybody understands his work. Regardless, I will point out 3 things I loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adrien Brody. I loved his character from the very first scene. But more importantly, I was obsessed with his sunglasses. I wanted to reach into the screen and steal them.&lt;br /&gt;2. The colors. The textures. The Indian prints. This movie had so much eye candy. Every scene had so many details to love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Natalie Portman's hair. Well her character was awesome, but then again, she excels in all her roles. But I adored her pixie cut. It made me want to cut mine that short. I was completly cool with the idea of growing mine out until I saw hers. Now I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ry8tZ7NZkwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/y3CBS0GKOns/s1600-h/hotel-chevalier_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129368424012157698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ry8tZ7NZkwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/y3CBS0GKOns/s320/hotel-chevalier_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back at work and feeling uneasy. Feeling like I have to be constantly watching my back. Which is a horrible feeling. I have to do something about this. And fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-3687708659661748653?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3687708659661748653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3687708659661748653&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3687708659661748653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3687708659661748653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-call-me-roger-ebert.html' title='Just Call Me Roger Ebert'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ry8tlLNZkxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Am-CNANaQD0/s72-c/tdlsoundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7945994074141878628</id><published>2007-11-02T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:10:49.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Fake It Anymore</title><content type='html'>My boss got on my case again this morning. He asked me if I still "care about my job." I guess I suck at disguising my hate for this line of work. I just can't fake things. I can't bullshit very well either. I'm direct and to the point. Which made the conversation with my boss kind of awkward. I wanted to tell him how I really felt. But, this is a professional setting. So I stayed calm and did the best I could. I am so thankful that tomorrow is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Here are my Alphabet ATCs I did a few weeks ago. I had a lot of fun making these babies. But damn did they take forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyseH7NZkvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/V1lONxE6Frg/s1600-h/DSC_0006_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128225722193253106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyseH7NZkvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/V1lONxE6Frg/s320/DSC_0006_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last my take on the latest scrapjack. I loved using up scraps and the new fabrics I picked up in Soho last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyscqbNZkuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ioV9u9MOuKA/s1600-h/Jamaica+Jack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128224115875484386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyscqbNZkuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ioV9u9MOuKA/s320/Jamaica+Jack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7945994074141878628?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7945994074141878628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7945994074141878628&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7945994074141878628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7945994074141878628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-fake-it-anymore.html' title='I Can&apos;t Fake It Anymore'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyseH7NZkvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/V1lONxE6Frg/s72-c/DSC_0006_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6542533016292685209</id><published>2007-11-01T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:45:55.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And On and On</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling random. Let's flow with it shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't scrapped in 2 weeks. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the time off.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I might have converted &lt;a href="http://www.los-merida.com/patty"&gt;a friend&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; after the 5lb box of goodies I sent her earlier this week.&lt;br /&gt;3. I made lasagna two nights ago. Matt gave it a 10. He's only given me a 10 one other time, which means it is a damn good lasagna. I have leftovers if anyone wants to come over for dinner. 4. I did nothing for Halloween. Nada. No pumpkins. No candy purchases. No costume. No nothing. Yes, I know. Super lame.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am in SHOCK that Turkey Day is in 3 weeks. Seriously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. My birthday is in 2.5 months and I'm not sure how I feel about turning 26. Does this put me in the "late twenties" category? Or can I still say I'm in my "mid-twenties?"&lt;br /&gt;7. I bought Empire Records two weeks ago and I still haven't watched it. I'm such an idiot for leaving it at my parent's house. For now, the soundtrack will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;8. I will be quilting this weekend. Matt bet me $50 that I won't finish it by 12/31/07. Ha! I'll show him. Consider me $50 richer!&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pomegranates&lt;/span&gt; are back in season. They are my all time favorite fruit. If they didn't take an hour to peel then I'd probably eat one every day. And if the price could go down, that would be super.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am on the lookout for an Italian penpal. The old-school type. Like, sending letters with stamps kind. But, I will settle for the email type too. I will learn this damn language even if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for one day. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6542533016292685209?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6542533016292685209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6542533016292685209&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6542533016292685209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6542533016292685209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-on-and-on.html' title='And On and On'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6277351694363359183</id><published>2007-10-29T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:53:10.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recap</title><content type='html'>So, I'm back. I spent one full week and the city and loved every minute of it. I stayed at the Waldorf Astoria, which was bad ass. But I doubt I'll ever stay there again. Not because I didn't like it, but because I can only afford that place on the company dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's talk about food for a second. Because nothing makes me happier than discovering new places to eat. First, I discovered the &lt;a href="http://www.ess-a-bagel.com/"&gt;best bagel place&lt;/a&gt; EVER on 51st and 3rd. Then, my dad and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.shunleepalace.com/newyork/"&gt;Shun Lee Palace&lt;/a&gt; for some authentic Chinese food. And it was fantastic. Then, Monday night I met up with these fabulous ladies for pate, oysters, steak tartare at &lt;a href="http://pastisny.com/"&gt;Pastis.&lt;/a&gt; And yes the food was amazing, but hanging with these girls (and yes Chloe Rose counts) made the experience 100x better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126942519109194402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyaPDrNZkqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9sQJI_71a04/s320/DSC_0105_edited-1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Matt came up on Friday and we had lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.taorestaurant.com/"&gt;Tao&lt;/a&gt;. I had the seabass and I ate the whole thing with chopsticks, which made my little asian proud. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ate in Hoboken a few times with Matt and his brother. I highly recommend &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=Robongi&amp;amp;near=Hoboken,+NJ&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;view=text&amp;amp;latlng=40742456,-74029370,12335381061609463178&amp;amp;dtab=2&amp;amp;ei=eCsnR6riDY7qqgLg7dG_AQ&amp;amp;reviews=1&amp;amp;oi=more_rev&amp;amp;sa=X"&gt;Robongi&lt;/a&gt; for some sushi and surf and turf terriaki. And &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=l&amp;amp;view=text&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=Benny+Tudino&amp;amp;near=Hoboken,+NJ&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;latlng=40743754,-74028980,9704986407736334850&amp;amp;ei=hi8nR7DYB5OKrQKOhpHUAQ&amp;amp;sig2=jjq5o195vZX5wllrK18LCQ&amp;amp;cd=1"&gt;Benny Tudino's&lt;/a&gt; for some breakfast pizza on Sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyceNbNZkrI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dJfHm_bb8YA/s1600-h/DSC_0225_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127099916775690930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyceNbNZkrI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dJfHm_bb8YA/s320/DSC_0225_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.theinkpadnyc.com/"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt;. Tiny place, but stamps everywhere. Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127101291165225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RycfdbNZksI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hW3nC-hU6lw/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also accidentally stumbled across Magnolia Bakery, but the line was so long that we decided not to wait. Now I'm totally regretting it. I also went to &lt;a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/"&gt;Purl&lt;/a&gt; and and almost bought out the entire store. I got so inspired that I have decided to start sewing again. Yep, you heard right. Not like I don't have enough hobbies already. I'm sure you can guess how Matt took the news. He wasn't very happy to hear that a sewing machine and tons of fabric will soon invade more of our tiny 690 sq ft apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it. Back to reality now. And back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6277351694363359183?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6277351694363359183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6277351694363359183&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6277351694363359183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6277351694363359183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/recap.html' title='The Recap'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyaPDrNZkqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9sQJI_71a04/s72-c/DSC_0105_edited-1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-8337846475173502026</id><published>2007-10-26T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:34:29.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was bad, in a good way.</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted aviator sunglasses. ALWAYS. But my face must be weird shaped because they NEVER look right on me. I've tried cheap ones, expensive ones, even kids sized ones. It never works out. But, last night I'm walking on Fifth (and this time with no mishaps), and I stumble (no pun) across Saks. And usually, I stay away from Saks. And Neimans. And Barneys. Not because I don't adore those stores. But bad things happen once I walk in. Like I get convinced that I can't live without an LV bag. Or Cole Haan shoes. Anyways, so of course the sunglasses section starts calling my name. And before I know it, I'm buying Chanel sunglasses and talking to the sales lady about Buenos Aires. What? How did that happen? But, even though I won't be able to eat for two months due to this purchase, I am stoked to have finally found a pair that I love. The ones pictured aren't actually the ones I bought. But a good visual image nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the enjoy the city for 2.5 more days. Hopefully my wallet won't take any more serious beatings. But you never know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is NYC after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyHpSbNZkpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gYib7v8zFBA/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125634353675211410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyHpSbNZkpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gYib7v8zFBA/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-8337846475173502026?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8337846475173502026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=8337846475173502026&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8337846475173502026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8337846475173502026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-bad-in-good-way.html' title='I was bad, in a good way.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RyHpSbNZkpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gYib7v8zFBA/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6188910466424570609</id><published>2007-10-24T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:56:05.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fell on 5th Ave</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it wasn't actually 5th Ave. It was more like the corner of 16th and 5th. But saying 5th Ave makes the story so much cooler. Regardless, thank god I don't get embarrassed easily because this was quite the tumble. My expensive jeans got torn. My knee bled. And I almost landed in a gross puddle of straight up sewer water. Luckily, I was not alone. Because there is nothing worse than embarrassing yourself and having no one there to laugh with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6188910466424570609?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6188910466424570609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6188910466424570609&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6188910466424570609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6188910466424570609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-fell-on-fifth-ave.html' title='I Fell on 5th Ave'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6214982149198455272</id><published>2007-10-22T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:17:27.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Here:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxytfoDO9oI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VhQyDFcMoco/s1600-h/495517198ISewQi_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124161234879313538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxytfoDO9oI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VhQyDFcMoco/s320/495517198ISewQi_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;In NYC. And loving life. This city makes me feel alive. It inspires me. It leaves me in awe of its grandeur. And as much as I hate my job, these are the perks that I am so grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the MOMA for the very first time. And it was incredible. So much inspiration. So much creativity (of course). But the best part is standing in front of a work that you've admired for so many years, and finally seeing it in person. THAT is the best feeling ever. &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/35415601-6214982149198455272?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6214982149198455272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6214982149198455272&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6214982149198455272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6214982149198455272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-here.html' title='I Am Here:'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxytfoDO9oI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VhQyDFcMoco/s72-c/495517198ISewQi_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-63064750494006653</id><published>2007-10-18T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:46:40.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wonderful</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my dear friend Vee!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're having the best day ever!&lt;br /&gt;In honor of her birthday....some scrappy stuff: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxdLRIDO9mI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iyJtZYh0xWU/s1600-h/Who+Knew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122645858748135010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxdLRIDO9mI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iyJtZYh0xWU/s320/Who+Knew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So my boss just informed me that he is thinking about pulling up a report that shows him how much time we spend on the internet each day. Apparently, he hasn't caught me surfing the net enough times, because now he needs concrete evidence to make me feel like a slacker. Just wonderful. I can't wait to see what he has to say about my scrabooking/blog/flickr/gmail addiction. I'm so screwed. Is it bad that I'm blogging from work right now and we just had this conversation ten minutes ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-63064750494006653?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/63064750494006653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=63064750494006653&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/63064750494006653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/63064750494006653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-wonderful.html' title='Just Wonderful'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxdLRIDO9mI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iyJtZYh0xWU/s72-c/Who+Knew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1618505275284329751</id><published>2007-10-15T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:03:54.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Date EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxOaToDO9lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2et-PmdcVZA/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121606863209559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxOaToDO9lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2et-PmdcVZA/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun last night. We went to my friend Elizabeth's wedding. And all I have to say is, that she was the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Stunning doesn't even cut it. Matt was officially the best date EVER. I mean, you know your date is awesome when they make more new friends than you. He is such a social butterfly, which is exactly the kind of guy I need. I can't date boys that are quiet, or shy, or any of that. That shit bores me half to death. I need the loud crazy (yet tamed) party boy, and thank god I found that in matt. More wedding pictures to come....because I'm telling you, you don't want to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://lifelovepaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt;, my fabulous scrappy friend from Alaska. And the tag goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jobs I've Had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;2. Hostess at P.F.Changs&lt;br /&gt;3. Intern at Merrill Lynch&lt;br /&gt;4. (Currently) Financial Analyst at FINRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Movies I Could Watch Over &amp;amp; Over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Billy Madison&lt;br /&gt;2. Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;3. Clueless&lt;br /&gt;4. The Family Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Shows I Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy (although refer to previous post)&lt;br /&gt;3. Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;4. Law &amp;amp; Order:SVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I've Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Burke, VA&lt;br /&gt;2. Fairfax Station, VA&lt;br /&gt;3. Sevilla, Spain&lt;br /&gt;4. Gaithersburg, MD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Homemade Taco Salad&lt;br /&gt;2. Pizza (evidence found on thighs)&lt;br /&gt;3. Thai noodles&lt;br /&gt;4. Pique Macho(it's Bolivian, highly recommended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I'd Love to be Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Exploring Istanbul, Turkey&lt;br /&gt;2. On the beaches of Croatia&lt;br /&gt;3. Visiting family in Bolivia&lt;br /&gt;4. Back in Moscow, Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names I Like, But Would Not Use for My Children:&lt;br /&gt;1. Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Aiden&lt;br /&gt;3. Gweneth&lt;br /&gt;4. Giovanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun! If you're read this...I TAG YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1618505275284329751?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1618505275284329751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1618505275284329751&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1618505275284329751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1618505275284329751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-date-ever.html' title='The Best Date EVER'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RxOaToDO9lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2et-PmdcVZA/s72-c/DSC_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2328063494971904212</id><published>2007-10-12T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:37:22.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What has happened to Grey's?</title><content type='html'>People. What is happening to Grey's Anatomy? It is what I like to call "no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;" this time around. First it was Izzy and the damn deer...um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;? Then last night it was the old intern dude. He just needs to go. Lame. And I really don't like the idea of Izzy and George being together....really irks me for some reason. And did you see previews for next week? Um, a fist fight between Izzy and Callie? Looks stupid beyond words. I mean, there were times where I almost lost faith in LOST and I'm happy I didn't. But so far I'm so disappointed with Grey's that I just want to give up. I think Gossip Girl will take its place. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blogland&lt;/span&gt;. I need your help. I am desperate need of a haircut. But I can't decide what to do!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow it out long again? Or keep it short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt wants me to grow it out. But who care what he thinks, right? It's my damn head. But I'm so indecisive. What do you think? Opinions are greatly appreciated. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a page I made last night. About my daily gmail addiction with Vee. Yes, I know. I've used this paper before. And I have a mad addiction to the teel hambly circles and PS scallops. And it looks freakishly similar to my last page. But, that was a total accident. Plus, I'm allowed to scrapjack myself, right? Happy Friday people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw9YIYDO9kI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2J3S1xBkDF0/s1600-h/Gmail+Daily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120408202261755458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw9YIYDO9kI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2J3S1xBkDF0/s320/Gmail+Daily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2328063494971904212?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2328063494971904212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2328063494971904212&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2328063494971904212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2328063494971904212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-has-happened-to-greys.html' title='What has happened to Grey&apos;s?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw9YIYDO9kI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2J3S1xBkDF0/s72-c/Gmail+Daily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4446228752145143856</id><published>2007-10-11T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:42:18.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer of 1996</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw4ijYDO9hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a5EGxgfS358/s1600-h/DTD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120067817513612818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw4ijYDO9hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a5EGxgfS358/s200/DTD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw4i2oDO9jI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UP9D3-Z_XTg/s1600-h/DTD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120068148226094642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw4i2oDO9jI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UP9D3-Z_XTg/s200/DTD4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120067916297860642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw4ipIDO9iI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SotyuYSJBtY/s200/DTD3.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer before my freshman year of higschool, I decided to try out for drill team. But I was a little shy back then (yeah I know, hard to believe right?) so I asked my very best friend Molly (with absolutely no dancing experience) to try out with me. To this day, I still can't believe she did it with me. And because she was there I didn't take it too seriously. During the tryouts not only did we forget the dance moves, but we would just stop and laugh every few seconds (which totally pissed off the girls who were so dead serious about the whole thing). So needless to say, we didn't make drill team. These pictures are from a sleepover two years ago and now that I stumbled across them I feel the need to scrap them immediately. Because this story makes me LOL every single time. Molly, if you're reading this...you are the absolute best for doing that with me eleven years ago. Thanks for always holding my hand when we were kids. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-4446228752145143856?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4446228752145143856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4446228752145143856&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4446228752145143856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4446228752145143856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/summer-of-1996.html' title='The Summer of 1996'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rw4ijYDO9hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/a5EGxgfS358/s72-c/DTD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-651795704773290662</id><published>2007-10-08T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:58:28.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Eight oh Seven</title><content type='html'>I hardly ever get to see this girl. She works a million hours a week and goes to school full time. So, when I get to see her I feel so incredibly blessed. Because no one gets me like she does. And just being with her, especially at her parent's house, always brings back so many good memories. It reminds me of all those early mornings I picked her up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt;. And we'd blast some old school rap while doing our makeup in the car. And how we loved to skip first period to go visit the llama farm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oakton&lt;/span&gt;. Or how I made her join dive-team with me just because I wanted someone to laugh with me when I belly-flopped. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, good times people. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwoxooDO9fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xj5fIwuw5rs/s1600-h/DSC_0473_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118958500475500018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwoxooDO9fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xj5fIwuw5rs/s320/DSC_0473_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm getting all sappy about old friends....Happy Birthday to one of the sweetest girls I know. Happy 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meggers&lt;/span&gt;. Love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118958917087327746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwoyA4DO9gI/AAAAAAAAAfE/F_Mlt1y9wDQ/s320/Meggers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last, a current favorite of mine. And with some more typewriter love. How is it even possible that I have gone so many years without a typewriter? Luckily, Matt's parents are letting me borrow theirs until my dad digs out our old school one from the attic. Total sweetness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwoY5IDO9cI/AAAAAAAAAes/tggq3txEM1I/s1600-h/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118931296152647106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwoY5IDO9cI/AAAAAAAAAes/tggq3txEM1I/s320/Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-651795704773290662?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/651795704773290662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=651795704773290662&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/651795704773290662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/651795704773290662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/ten-eight-oh-seven.html' title='Ten Eight oh Seven'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwoxooDO9fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xj5fIwuw5rs/s72-c/DSC_0473_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7244825613126666518</id><published>2007-10-03T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:10:23.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ninja Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>So, last night I was acting all ninja like and busted out 3 layouts. And because I am way lazy and never have enough time, I am only sharing one. A crazy one. And inside joke one. And one that I absolutely love. Not for the design. Or the pretty papers used. But because I swear anytime I make a page about Erika, I find myself smiling the whole time. I just love getting our funny stories down on paper so that our kids can laugh at us one day. So Erika, this is for you my love. Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwODboDO9bI/AAAAAAAAAek/Jyevl6_cQGA/s1600-h/ESPN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117078112253703602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwODboDO9bI/AAAAAAAAAek/Jyevl6_cQGA/s320/ESPN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is anyone else addicted to America's Next Top Model? I have no clue why I keep coming back to this show season after season. It's such a guilty pleasure. And now, on top of that, Vee &amp;amp; K were talking about Gossip Girl so much that I decided to check it out. Damn them because now I have another tv show addiction. haha. Why can't someone get me obsessed with working out? Or eating veggies with every meal? The only way I justify watching all those shows is my DVR. Thanks to DVR, I save time on commercials and it makes me feel better about all the time spent on my couch. So, here's to DVRs worldwide. May they continue to encourage more relaxing tv time.&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/35415601-7244825613126666518?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7244825613126666518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7244825613126666518&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7244825613126666518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7244825613126666518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/ninja-strikes-again.html' title='The Ninja Strikes Again'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwODboDO9bI/AAAAAAAAAek/Jyevl6_cQGA/s72-c/ESPN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-30917126698626703</id><published>2007-10-01T19:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:22:41.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy One Year Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>To my little blog-a-roo. I can't believe I've had this baby for a year now. I really thought I'd be one of those people who would be all excited to have a blog and then forget about it two months later. Kinda like when you got a new Nintendo game as a kid and then got over it 2 months later when a better version came out. But luckily this blog has been so much more than a blog to me. And I am thankful that I started it. Thank you to all my readers who have been with me since the beginning. I know that most of you don't comment...but that's ok, because just knowing you are out there makes me feel happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with some recent scrappies! All with tyepwriter love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwHIP4DO9aI/AAAAAAAAAec/LxYR_mIudIg/s1600-h/We+Fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116590826739135906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwHIP4DO9aI/AAAAAAAAAec/LxYR_mIudIg/s320/We+Fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwGDZ4DO9ZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/odmE88NdW-c/s1600-h/9-15-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116515132235511186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwGDZ4DO9ZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/odmE88NdW-c/s320/9-15-07.jpg" border="0" /&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/35415601-30917126698626703?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/30917126698626703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=30917126698626703&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/30917126698626703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/30917126698626703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-one-year-anniversary.html' title='Happy One Year Anniversary...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwHIP4DO9aI/AAAAAAAAAec/LxYR_mIudIg/s72-c/We+Fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2551814346182505978</id><published>2007-10-01T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:48:05.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Update</title><content type='html'>It went down a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee and I drove to Quakertown, PA to meet some scrappy girls.&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;a href="http://khuggins4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; and her fabulous typewriter. This girl is the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;I scrapped 4 layouts in 7.5 hours. Not bad for a slow scrapper.&lt;br /&gt;Every layout I made had some new Hambly on it. LOVE that.&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;a href="http://nicolecarro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, who is the hottest mamma on the block. She rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Ate McDonalds for the first time in YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;Drank beer from a Heineken mini keg. Who ever thought of mini-kegs is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Kristi's new Balenciaga in person. Words can't describe how insanely fabulous this bag is. &lt;br /&gt;Got called the best nickname ever by Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;And just had a killer good time with some super talented &amp;amp; fun girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwEBlIDO9YI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jmWWFzRqGZs/s1600-h/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116372388997428610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwEBlIDO9YI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jmWWFzRqGZs/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oK, so tell me how its even possible that it's October? I mean, I am happy it's getting colder and what not. And that I'm finally rocking the Free People puffy blue vest. But, seriously, it's like I woke up hungover on new years like yesterday and now I'm about to re-live that all over again in 3 months. WTF. At least I have accomplished a lot this year. Umm, NOT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I must return to the regularly scheduled program of crunching numbers and analyzing spreadsheets....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2551814346182505978?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2551814346182505978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2551814346182505978&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2551814346182505978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2551814346182505978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='The Update'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RwEBlIDO9YI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jmWWFzRqGZs/s72-c/IMG_1925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2300203904197401421</id><published>2007-09-28T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:35:55.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Good Laugh?</title><content type='html'>Then look no further. My cousin Michelle found this hilarious picture of us circa 1986. I love how she looks all girly in her pretty red dress and baby doll shoes. And then there's me. Looking like a boy. Standing like a boy. Haircut like a boy. What were my parents thinking? I guess they put me in my older brother's hand-me-downs that day. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rv0FRIDO9WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q39G_RdpQTg/s1600-h/natalie&amp;amp;michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115250543539713378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rv0FRIDO9WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q39G_RdpQTg/s320/natalie%26michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;And speaking of my cousin Michelle...super congrats to her for buying her very own place!! She moves in today and I couldn't be happier for her. She better have a house-warming party with lots of food and cocktails or else I will be truly disappointed. When did we get old enough to buy houses and have grown up lives? I miss the days back in 1986.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2300203904197401421?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2300203904197401421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2300203904197401421&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2300203904197401421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2300203904197401421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/need-good-laugh.html' title='Need A Good Laugh?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rv0FRIDO9WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q39G_RdpQTg/s72-c/natalie%26michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4798953012855487312</id><published>2007-09-27T06:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:27:54.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Liked It, He Really Liked It</title><content type='html'>So I made the boy a mini-book for his birthday. And yes, I know what you're thinking. A scrapbook is not an ideal present for a boy. But he actually loved it. I made it so that he would have to participate. A fill-in-the-blank type book. Sorta like a time capsule. And he totally saw my vision and appreciated it. Or maybe he was just pretending because he had already received his other presents....Seasons 9 &amp;amp; 10 of South Park. But he swears that this mini was his best present this year. Here are a few snapshots of the book, and as you can see, he has already filled it out. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuNiYDO9UI/AAAAAAAAAds/nFQZS9DZ8Do/s1600-h/DSC_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114837423520412994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuNiYDO9UI/AAAAAAAAAds/nFQZS9DZ8Do/s320/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuNSIDO9TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lkENJH8d1s4/s1600-h/DSC_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114837144347538738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuNSIDO9TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lkENJH8d1s4/s320/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuMYYDO9SI/AAAAAAAAAdc/I_Vm70RtJ0U/s1600-h/DSC_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114836152210093346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuMYYDO9SI/AAAAAAAAAdc/I_Vm70RtJ0U/s320/DSC_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuLy4DO9RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wOleknrkMpg/s1600-h/DSC_0389_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114835507964998930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuLy4DO9RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wOleknrkMpg/s320/DSC_0389_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, I did not participate in &lt;a href="http://efferdares.com/"&gt;Last Scrapper Standing&lt;/a&gt; this year. I'm totally bummed about this. Especially since I didn't do it last year because I heard about it one day too late. Life was just too busy this past week. But that's ok. C'est la vie, right? So, I will be anxiously awaiting until next year. But, I have to say, after seeing all the fantastic entries, I didn't have a chance in hell. So it all worked out. Goodbye my little blogger friends. &lt;/div&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/35415601-4798953012855487312?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4798953012855487312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4798953012855487312&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4798953012855487312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4798953012855487312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-liked-it-he-really-liked-it.html' title='He Liked It, He Really Liked It'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvuNiYDO9UI/AAAAAAAAAds/nFQZS9DZ8Do/s72-c/DSC_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-8086555913216169629</id><published>2007-09-25T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:40:06.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvjdZYDO9QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7Q4_N8mxQIo/s1600-h/DSC_0013_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114080804901680386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvjdZYDO9QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7Q4_N8mxQIo/s320/DSC_0013_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to my most favorite person in the entire world. This man deserves nothing but the best on his special day, and every day for that matter. He is the kindest, most giving, and selfless human being I know. He cooks me dinner almost every night. He cleans up the house 100x more than I ever will.  And he makes me laugh so hard that my insides start to cramp up. This man even offers to buy me Hambly products because he knows how much I love them. He knows me inside and out and still loves me. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am thankful every single day that he is all mine. So, let's raise a glass and toast to my sweet Matty. Happy 28th my love. &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/35415601-8086555913216169629?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8086555913216169629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=8086555913216169629&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8086555913216169629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8086555913216169629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-another-one.html' title='And Another One'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvjdZYDO9QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7Q4_N8mxQIo/s72-c/DSC_0013_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3804449700919176718</id><published>2007-09-24T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:58:52.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you Ever...</title><content type='html'>Been a tourist in your own city? Like, put on the backpack, take out a map, strap on a camera and and look like a nerdy type tourist? Ok, so maybe I didn't use a map, but I did bring the DSLR. Plus, I hadn't seen the new WWII memorial so I felt the need to go. And I found a statue of Simon Bolivar that I didn't even know existed. And hello people, Bolivia is named after him, so I thought that was pretty cool. And yes, I'm standing in third position below....once a ballerina, always a ballerina I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveTKIDO9PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LK5SFy7f3MU/s1600-h/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113717704071509234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveTKIDO9PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LK5SFy7f3MU/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveSN4DO9OI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a82GcDH4m1A/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113716668984390882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveSN4DO9OI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a82GcDH4m1A/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And you know I have to take a jumping shot. It's tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveRcYDO9NI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yLwAecX0770/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113715818580866258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveRcYDO9NI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yLwAecX0770/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Matt took this. He loves it. But I just think its funny looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveQjIDO9MI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NGE_HUuRoWk/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113714835033355458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveQjIDO9MI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NGE_HUuRoWk/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyways, my scrap mojo is gone. If you have seen it, please call 555-MOJO. I am desperate people. LSS is boggling my mind. I am dying to tackle the Sarah B scrapjack. AND, I have a 12 &lt;span&gt;hour scrap sesh in store for Saturday. Eeeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday to my favorite flower dancing, Wii playing, funny girl...Daniela! I wish I could come to your bar crawl on Saturday but you know I will be there in spirit. Love you! &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/35415601-3804449700919176718?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3804449700919176718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3804449700919176718&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3804449700919176718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3804449700919176718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you Ever...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RveTKIDO9PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LK5SFy7f3MU/s72-c/DSC_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1783997089642786055</id><published>2007-09-20T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:01:53.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Thinks He Looks Like My Brother</title><content type='html'>For some reason, Kristi thinks that Matt and I should be related or something.&lt;br /&gt;Not only does this make me almost pee my pants laughing...&lt;br /&gt;But it kinda grosses me out a little too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ewww&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she'd be happy to know that he reads her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvJe9THtRdI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mOo49i0kpag/s1600-h/DSC_0077_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112252934216566226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvJe9THtRdI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mOo49i0kpag/s320/DSC_0077_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I was watching The Biggest Loser. Why? Because I LOVE THAT SHOW. I seriously love watching the contestants lose weight. It's fascinating, really. I love seeing them transform into healthier versions of their former &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;selves&lt;/span&gt;. It really is inspiring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dude...speaking of TV....new episodes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt; start in one week!&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Elliot and Olivia. Why is TV so addicting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1783997089642786055?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1783997089642786055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1783997089642786055&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1783997089642786055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1783997089642786055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-thinks-he-looks-like-my-brother.html' title='She Thinks He Looks Like My Brother'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RvJe9THtRdI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mOo49i0kpag/s72-c/DSC_0077_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-9157480931608883478</id><published>2007-09-17T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:13:54.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit it with the Coolness</title><content type='html'>Do you have any idea how amazing these girls are?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how much crazy fun I had this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, we drank, we cropped, we traded goods, we laughed, we barely slept, we shopped, and we all wish that the weekend didn't have to end. We even got yelled at by rude restaurant owners. Good times people. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8uFjdFHEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0mOtLb8Mq-E/s1600-h/CIMG3749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111354775040236610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8uFjdFHEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0mOtLb8Mq-E/s320/CIMG3749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8tJDdFHDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1vy7m9xJgu4/s1600-h/CIMG3753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111353735658150962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8tJDdFHDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1vy7m9xJgu4/s320/CIMG3753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8nZDdFHBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/KP3_A9XlSWk/s1600-h/DSC_0173_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111347413466291218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8nZDdFHBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/KP3_A9XlSWk/s320/DSC_0173_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8nETdFHAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dL03934YCbY/s1600-h/DSC_0191_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111347056984005634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8nETdFHAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dL03934YCbY/s320/DSC_0191_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8myTdFG_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/z1s8PyR9xSU/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111346747746360306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8myTdFG_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/z1s8PyR9xSU/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111348263869815842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8oKjdFHCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cfSDc0EJLYo/s320/DSC_0186_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8h6TdFG9I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wdNyqAX9hm4/s1600-h/DSC_0172_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111341387627174866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8h6TdFG9I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wdNyqAX9hm4/s320/DSC_0172_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8g5zdFG8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/e8I4qIcJVig/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111340279525612482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8g5zdFG8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/e8I4qIcJVig/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We MUST do this again. Preferably sooner versus later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-9157480931608883478?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/9157480931608883478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=9157480931608883478&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9157480931608883478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9157480931608883478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/hit-it-with-coolness.html' title='Hit it with the Coolness'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ru8uFjdFHEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0mOtLb8Mq-E/s72-c/CIMG3749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6307003528731463434</id><published>2007-09-15T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:12:21.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Finally Here!!</title><content type='html'>Today I am hanging out with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://breannecrawford.typepad.com/"&gt;Breanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativeblessing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundsofscience.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flyingmichelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockingpaperandscissors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUUUUDDDEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly excited.&lt;br /&gt;All that talent. In one room.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeek. This rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6307003528731463434?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6307003528731463434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6307003528731463434&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6307003528731463434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6307003528731463434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-is-finally-here.html' title='Today is Finally Here!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6594842388569609859</id><published>2007-09-11T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:32:02.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, we must have ESPN or something!</title><content type='html'>I think I am suffering from my very first scrap hangover. I did so many back to back layouts last week that lately I've just felt creatively drained. My damn mojo better come back....Saturday is a big scrapping day and I need to be in the zone. Dude...did I mention I'll be hanging with some of the coolest girls ever? Words can't express my excitement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you want to know what I did this past weekend? I went partying in Gtown...with my parents!! And you know what? I had so much fun! Its funny because 5 years ago, I would have been so embarrassed to go out on a Saturday night, in Gtown of all places, with my mom and dad. As if people! But that funny thing called maturity can really make you do crazy things...like take back-to-back shots with your dad. Ok, now I'm just exaggerating! Anyways, my uncle was here from Russia. He's the Bolivian ambassador to Russia. Um, can you say cool? How come I can't have cool job? Anywho...here are pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudcZjdFG7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/87Qi633YZ3E/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109153896358812594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudcZjdFG7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/87Qi633YZ3E/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out my mom's hair. She'd be thrilled to know I posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudcRTdFG6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/xuM9MzAq49M/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109153754624891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudcRTdFG6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/xuM9MzAq49M/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the car, on the way home. With my little sister. So happy she was home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rudb9jdFG5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/QuzSpToyg5c/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109153415322475410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rudb9jdFG5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/QuzSpToyg5c/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it the best when you make a funny face, without telling the other person, and they do it too? We must have ESPN or something. hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudbozdFG4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/84uAgvgsnOU/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109153058840189826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudbozdFG4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/84uAgvgsnOU/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I love taking pictures of myself? No, I'm not vain. I just love seeing how ridiculous they turn out. I leave you with the stupidest, funniest, craziest, ugliest picture of the weekend. I had no idea my mouth could do that.....Adios amigas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And adios to my one amigo....yes, that's you Marc! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudbaDdFG3I/AAAAAAAAAas/VOUa_HSAwvo/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109152805437119346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudbaDdFG3I/AAAAAAAAAas/VOUa_HSAwvo/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;P.S. If you really think I meant ESPN, and not ESP, then you must be DUM. B. Jk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-6594842388569609859?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6594842388569609859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6594842388569609859&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6594842388569609859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6594842388569609859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/dude-we-must-have-espn-or-something.html' title='Dude, we must have ESPN or something!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RudcZjdFG7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/87Qi633YZ3E/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4494749643865547125</id><published>2007-09-05T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:51:22.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jacks are Done!</title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly happy I participated in all seven DareJacks.&lt;br /&gt;Not only were they so much fun, but it really gave me a great sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;I am known for starting things and not finishing them.&lt;br /&gt;But I actually did every last one and I am so happy with not only the results, but with myself for sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm getting all excited for LSS#2 to start. Oh man, the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;Here is my take on the Missy DareJack.&lt;br /&gt;I love this page oh so very much!&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel all happy inside every time I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rt9m1DCNZ-I/AAAAAAAAAac/ZY3bSxuB3_A/s1600-h/I+Love+Paper+Source.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106913563995105250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rt9m1DCNZ-I/AAAAAAAAAac/ZY3bSxuB3_A/s320/I+Love+Paper+Source.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dude! Winter is around the corner. And you know what that means...snowboarding season!!  I can't wait for &lt;a href="http://www.burton.com/"&gt;Burton&lt;/a&gt; to release all their new boards and jackets and clothes. Ahhh...the excitement is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a picture of me snowboarding last year in vail. And by snowboarding, I mean, falling on my face and eating powder. Hopefully there will be less of that this year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106914508887910386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rt9nsDCNZ_I/AAAAAAAAAak/GeBwlAidTJc/s320/CIMG2210.JPG" border="0" /&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/35415601-4494749643865547125?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4494749643865547125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4494749643865547125&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4494749643865547125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4494749643865547125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/jacks-are-done.html' title='The Jacks are Done!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rt9m1DCNZ-I/AAAAAAAAAac/ZY3bSxuB3_A/s72-c/I+Love+Paper+Source.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1358938493037553494</id><published>2007-09-04T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:07:44.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I got to thinking...</title><content type='html'>I am one of those weirdos who still talks to all of her ex-boyfriends. Some of them I now consider some of my closest friends. And some are just people who pop in and out of my life from time to time, whether it be an email, a phone call, a random run-in at some local DC bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I dated this boy named Adam. He was tall, skinny, and blonde. Totally not my type, but somehow it worked. He lived in Miami, I lived in VA. We did the long distance thing for quite some time. And then one day I broke his heart. I thought I'd never talk to him again. I'll cut to the chase and tell you that we're friends now. Lately, I've been emailing with him. So much has changed since I saw him 2.5 years ago. He joined the Coast Guard. He's married. He even has a little baby girl. He has changed so much. And I got to thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done in the last 2.5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm all pensive and what not. Totally soul searching. Trying to figure out the answer to my own question. Have I done enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did some scrapping during the fabulously long weekend. Mostly trying to finish up all my layouts for the DareJacks! 5 down, 2 to go. This is my take on the Meghan jack. Totally out of my comfort zone. And I love that I wrote out all my aggressions with work, but not loving the page overall. Oh well. At least its already tuesday! I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rt2i0zCNZ9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/RS4cUL7R-W8/s1600-h/image_large_47223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106416580444383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rt2i0zCNZ9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/RS4cUL7R-W8/s320/image_large_47223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35415601-1358938493037553494?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1358938493037553494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1358938493037553494&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1358938493037553494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1358938493037553494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-i-got-to-thinking.html' title='And I got to thinking...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rt2i0zCNZ9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/RS4cUL7R-W8/s72-c/image_large_47223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4036887172159230996</id><published>2007-08-29T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:59:07.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooo! Post #100</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. #100. What a milestone. Ok, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you know the days when you wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to get to work early.&lt;br /&gt;So that you can leave work early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the plan today. Then I saw &lt;a href="http://scrapjacked.blogspot.com/2007/08/grandjack-its-bigtime.html"&gt;THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to, I mean, HAD TO, do it right now.&lt;br /&gt;So, I did. Here is my take on the AshleyWren jack.&lt;br /&gt;That girl really inspires me. Like oh-so-much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rta2fTCNZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/KkRxFz7fGvY/s1600-h/Fave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104467876472776642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rta2fTCNZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/KkRxFz7fGvY/s320/Fave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And did this one last night.&lt;br /&gt;We've gone on a lot of mini vacations.&lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding in Vail.&lt;br /&gt;Universal Studios in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;Bethany Beach last summer.&lt;br /&gt;But this was our first big girl/big boy vacation.&lt;br /&gt;A vacation that included passports.&lt;br /&gt;And long lines at customs.&lt;br /&gt;And converting $$ to pesos.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope there are more vacations like this one.&lt;br /&gt;There is no better feeling than having your passport stamped with yet another cool place in the world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtYOtjCNZ7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/vxZ_QBOJTtg/s1600-h/The+First.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104283403332446130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtYOtjCNZ7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/vxZ_QBOJTtg/s320/The+First.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel happy. Excited that its almost Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a three day weekend coming up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I get a Hell Yeah?!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously...get up and SHOUT it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-4036887172159230996?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4036887172159230996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4036887172159230996&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4036887172159230996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4036887172159230996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/whooo-post-100.html' title='Whooo! Post #100'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rta2fTCNZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/KkRxFz7fGvY/s72-c/Fave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-9098679998948599146</id><published>2007-08-27T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:25:17.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, That's Right...</title><content type='html'>I totally scrapped! And not just 1 page, but 3. And I'm even working on #4 right now while Matt plays his nerdy computer games in the other room. We are total geeks and I love it. Anywho, without further ado, here they are. The second one was done while hanging out with Vee on Sunday. Good times, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtN3eDCNZ6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/hxajUFtTwI8/s1600-h/Time1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103554160835258274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtN3eDCNZ6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/hxajUFtTwI8/s320/Time1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtN3ZjCNZ5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/KRmHnDRn0-s/s1600-h/New+Do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103554083525846930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtN3ZjCNZ5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/KRmHnDRn0-s/s320/New+Do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtN24zCNZ4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/wfnNLKeH5q8/s1600-h/Mood+Alert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103553520885131138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtN24zCNZ4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/wfnNLKeH5q8/s320/Mood+Alert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I have decided that for the month of September I will not be eating out. I will totally give myself mad props if I can hold off for that long. It's not that I eat out THAT much. I eat out on days where I wake up late and don't have time to pack a lunch. Or the days where I'm having a craving for super spicy Thai food. Or for the hungover mornings when you just need some greasy food to help you through the day. So, can I go 30 days? Probably. But it won't be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-9098679998948599146?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/9098679998948599146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=9098679998948599146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9098679998948599146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9098679998948599146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-thats-right_27.html' title='Yeah, That&apos;s Right...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtN3eDCNZ6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/hxajUFtTwI8/s72-c/Time1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-928861569971793864</id><published>2007-08-25T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:02:28.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I Did It Again!</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair off again.&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;With a girl named Heather Rae.&lt;br /&gt;Who was fabulous, btw.&lt;br /&gt;She had a fashionable Euro-Mullet.&lt;br /&gt;I could immediately tell she would rock it.&lt;br /&gt;She was fun and sassy and totally adorable.&lt;br /&gt;And I truly LOVE the cut.&lt;br /&gt;Having shorter hair is addicting.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention super easy to style.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtB4yjCNZyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uLfWIz-rMwA/s1600-h/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102711187604072226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtB4yjCNZyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uLfWIz-rMwA/s320/DSC_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102712871231252274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtB6UjCNZzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/40RRqFG-3Zg/s320/DSC_0417_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I'm feeing SOOOOOOOO much better today.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing a few Margaritas at &lt;a href="http://www.lauriolplazarestaurant.com/"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; couldn't fix.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-928861569971793864?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/928861569971793864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=928861569971793864&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/928861569971793864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/928861569971793864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, I Did It Again!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RtB4yjCNZyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uLfWIz-rMwA/s72-c/DSC_0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5528270020715319699</id><published>2007-08-24T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:27:48.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Twenty Four Oh Seven</title><content type='html'>It's been a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;I am working a 6 day work week.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired from traveling.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired from working.&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated at life.&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying, for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bored, and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;But a quiet kind of annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Silently keeping to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Not expressing any emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Just here. Thinking. Reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to feel better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Check back then for more of my usual self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-5528270020715319699?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5528270020715319699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5528270020715319699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5528270020715319699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5528270020715319699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/eight-twenty-four-oh-seven.html' title='Eight Twenty Four Oh Seven'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4883685344724189019</id><published>2007-08-17T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:33:25.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Hey, We're the Monkeys!</title><content type='html'>That song is stuck in my head.  Why? I have no clue! But, its a happy upbeat song for a Friday, don't you think? Splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night was eventful. I went to my very first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shivah"&gt;Shiva&lt;/a&gt; at my friend Jodi's house. Her grandmother died recently and so of course I had to show her my support. I had never been to any jewish religious type gathering before. I loved being able to see that. So interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met up with a friend at Barnes &amp; Noble. We were aimlessly walking around when I saw this book. I had heard of it before. But once I started opening the pages and revealing its magic, well, I just had to have it. Highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RsWoWDCNZxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ywtJ9nXaCs0/s1600-h/WreckThisJournal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099667249792116498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RsWoWDCNZxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ywtJ9nXaCs0/s320/WreckThisJournal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I remembered today that I have yet to pre-order this gem! So, I rushed over to Amazon and did so first thing this morning. 5 more days people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099667035043751650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RsWoJjCNZuI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2cYGlW3CvrY/s320/415CUBY-3JL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I leave for this wonderful city. I am going there for work, but more importantly, I get to see two of my very good friends. Two, crazy, party loving, super fun girls.  I love Chi-town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RsWoSTCNZwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jfx14Q8KGMI/s1600-h/illinois-chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099667185367607042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RsWoSTCNZwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jfx14Q8KGMI/s320/illinois-chicago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This. Cracks. Me. Up. Every single time. I love cat humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancinginmyfootiepajamas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099667099468261106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RsWoNTCNZvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uukbxnL0f14/s320/0178%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My little sister&lt;/a&gt; is coming to my house tonight to get her scrap on for the very first time. This makes me so incredibly happy. Who knows, maybe by the end of the night I can convince her to join the madness over at &lt;a href="http://www.scrapinstyletv.com/"&gt;SIStv.&lt;/a&gt; That would be bliss. Farewell my lovely readers. &lt;/div&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/35415601-4883685344724189019?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4883685344724189019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4883685344724189019&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4883685344724189019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4883685344724189019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-hey-were-monkeys.html' title='Hey, Hey, We&apos;re the Monkeys!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RsWoWDCNZxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ywtJ9nXaCs0/s72-c/WreckThisJournal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-9180897541752680795</id><published>2007-08-16T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:01:41.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you really want to piss me off...</title><content type='html'>Do one of the following things. We all have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pet peeves&lt;/span&gt;. Here are some of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Slow Drivers&lt;/strong&gt; - If you're going to drive slow, just do me a favor? Get the fuck out the left lane!! It's not called the "passing" lane for no reason. I can't stand it when someone is in the left lane going ridiculously below the speed limit. And then you flash your lights at them, and they either don't understand your polite gesture, or get pissed off that you are bringing it to their attention that they suck at life. You want to drive slow, asshole? FINE. Just get over to the right and please get out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Driving while on your cell phone&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, another car related annoyance of mine. Many of the people that are driving like idiots are these cell phone talking people. People - get an earpiece! How hard is that? I swear some law needs to get passed about this. Its not only annoying. It's really dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Dirty Bathrooms&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so most public bathrooms are a nightmare. But, the ones that really irk me are bathrooms that shouldn't be a disaster. Like, my office building bathrooms, for example. I mean, hello people!! We are all professional adults here. Not 3 year old children. The last thing I want to see in a work environment is pee all over the seat. Grow up people! And learn some manners while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Rude, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Inconsiderate&lt;/span&gt; People&lt;/strong&gt; - I can't stand it when you hold the door out for someone and they don't say thank you. When that happens to me I always want to give them a piece of my mind. But, then, I'd be the rude person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Lazy Elevator People&lt;/strong&gt; - I hate it when you get on an elevator and there is someone who is just going up ONE floor. Especially when it would have been 3 times faster, and 20 times healthier, to take the stairs. Elevators are meant for the handicapped. Or for when you're going up the 90 floors of the John Hancock building. I don't know why this really irks me but it does. Maybe because so many people complain about their weight and they aren't even doing the smallest things that could help their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;(some, not all) Celebrity Spending&lt;/strong&gt;- Dude, I totally acknowledge the fact that they work hard and deserve all their money. But, when there are millions of children going to bed hungry every night, how can they be so financially irresponsible? Is it really necessary to have 6 cars, 2 motorcyles, 3 houses, flat screen tvs in your bathroom, and closets and closets full of clothes? All I know is that if I ever have half the money they have I will do a lot of good with it. Yes, I will treat myself right, but I will always think of the others who are not as lucky. I grew up with this mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I had a lot to say. I hope this post didn't bore you guys. I'd love to hear your thoughts on all this. And what gets under your skin? Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-9180897541752680795?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/9180897541752680795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=9180897541752680795&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9180897541752680795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/9180897541752680795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-really-want-to-piss-me-off.html' title='If you really want to piss me off...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5356095777790078031</id><published>2007-08-12T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:20:18.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for a Picture Overload?</title><content type='html'>Here are the pics from our recent trip to the Dominican Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-1nDbPZyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BnEvYyPZmbE/s1600-h/CIMG3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097992985745778466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-1nDbPZyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BnEvYyPZmbE/s320/CIMG3336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is water aerobics. Awesomely hilarious. And so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097998728117053234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-61TbPZzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D2tbcK6VFY0/s320/CIMG3318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Catalina Island. Wearing nerdy life preservers and big smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-06TbPZxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/OAMutvAI8nw/s1600-h/CIMG3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097992216946632466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-06TbPZxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/OAMutvAI8nw/s320/CIMG3451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once a gymnast. Always a gymnast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097991147499775730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-z8DbPZvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pA8g1Tdkv6s/s320/CIMG3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took about84 self portraits. This was #28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-0ejbPZwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mT-2W85l_7g/s1600-h/CIMG3560_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097991740205262594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-0ejbPZwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mT-2W85l_7g/s320/CIMG3560_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little swimmer, rocking the white shades. Yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-zpTbPZuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/39hMWGXB2qI/s1600-h/CIMG3520_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097990825377228514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-zpTbPZuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/39hMWGXB2qI/s320/CIMG3520_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the non-traditional shots. Fun. Fun. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-y7DbPZtI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u0c45Htb-pU/s1600-h/CIMG3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097990030808278738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-y7DbPZtI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u0c45Htb-pU/s320/CIMG3505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Self portrait #45. Love this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097983781630862994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-tPTbPZpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9xr5bnRX9FI/s320/CIMG3669_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jumping off the dock into super shallow water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097999264987965250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-7UjbPZ0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/qTXgaxw78p8/s320/CIMG3697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only crazy people jump off in their underwear. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-v1TbPZrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tHb-l1DvQIE/s1600-h/CIMG3707_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097986633489147570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-v1TbPZrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tHb-l1DvQIE/s320/CIMG3707_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last picture of the vacation. We were sad that it was over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097988832512403138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-x1TbPZsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qOqpvvYpstA/s320/CIMG3711.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last, some scrappies from today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-sTzbPZoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/H_X5j4YioIc/s1600-h/Real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097982759428646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-sTzbPZoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/H_X5j4YioIc/s320/Real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-sMDbPZnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dFuLhcQAqIg/s1600-h/Jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097982626284660338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-sMDbPZnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dFuLhcQAqIg/s320/Jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is the weekend really over? Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-5356095777790078031?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5356095777790078031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5356095777790078031&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5356095777790078031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5356095777790078031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/ready-for-picture-overload.html' title='Ready for a Picture Overload?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rr-1nDbPZyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BnEvYyPZmbE/s72-c/CIMG3336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3646206943167678182</id><published>2007-08-10T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:19:52.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Love</title><content type='html'>How come it took me so long to discover Law and Order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the DR, I happened to turn on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and there they were. Elliot and Olivia. I was immediately hooked. Like, instantly in love. This show is so good. So good, that the first thing I did when I got home was do a search for it on cable and now I have about 20 episodes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVRed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yesss&lt;/span&gt;! I can't believe that a girl who grew up loving shows like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Matlock&lt;/span&gt;, just now realized that there is a modern and way more interesting version. So, tonight I will run to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nordstrom.com/"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaels.com/"&gt;Michaels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoods.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt;, and then settle my pretty butt down in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; while I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt;/scrap marathon. It's good to be home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RrybYjbPZmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/e8NPWzKFuSw/s1600-h/law_order_svu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119724405220962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RrybYjbPZmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/e8NPWzKFuSw/s320/law_order_svu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-3646206943167678182?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3646206943167678182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3646206943167678182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3646206943167678182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3646206943167678182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-love.html' title='A New Love'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RrybYjbPZmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/e8NPWzKFuSw/s72-c/law_order_svu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4009056753887909028</id><published>2007-08-09T16:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:56:21.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaccckk!</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed you all. I apologize to my loyal readers for my absence.  I meant to post before I left but as we all know, things get kinda crazy before vacations. Passports get left at home, confirmation numbers get misplaced, and then you have to worry about how you're going to avoid paying $90 for parking at the airport. Needless to say, everything went smoothly. Well, almost. We missed our connecting flight in Miami last night and ended up spending the night there. But at least we had some delicious Cuban Sandwiches at some awesome Latin restaurant in Miami - there is always a bright side. Now it's time to upload pictures, take a nap, and eat a fabulously good homecooked meal. Adios readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-4009056753887909028?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4009056753887909028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4009056753887909028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4009056753887909028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4009056753887909028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-baaaccckk.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaccckk!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4038115105214005229</id><published>2007-07-30T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:08:05.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Self Addressed Email</title><content type='html'>If you could open up your Inbox tomorrow morning and have the most perfectly self addressed email, what would it say? Mine would say the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Natalie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you have won the lottery! You can quit your job immediately. Please take the next flight to Spain, where your new home awaits you. There you will enjoy life by drinking wine, eating jamon serrano and manchego cheese, dancing the night away, meeting fabulously interesting people, scrapping daily, and traveling the world at your leisure. You have been granted a lifetime of happiness, but make sure to pay it forward and do your part in making this world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Z. Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Please make sure to include your boyfriend Matt in this new journey. You and I both know that no one makes you as happy as he does. It is clear from the look in your eyes that you adore him. Congratulations on living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rq4kQjbPZlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2bxSAOR5QX0/s1600-h/AtMegsWedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093048095408612946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rq4kQjbPZlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2bxSAOR5QX0/s320/AtMegsWedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...a girl can dream, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-4038115105214005229?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4038115105214005229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4038115105214005229&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4038115105214005229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4038115105214005229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/self-addressed-email.html' title='A Self Addressed Email'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rq4kQjbPZlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2bxSAOR5QX0/s72-c/AtMegsWedding2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5132961964552344787</id><published>2007-07-27T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:23:54.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Friday</title><content type='html'>Today I originally thought I'd talk about food. All the yummy eats. My favorite restaurants, local places that rule, etc. But we're going to have to save that conversation for a later date, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we shall talk about being fabulous. First: Aren't these stamps fabulously super! When the postal lady showed them to me I was like "I have to have those!"I don't know why. I just felt like a super hero loving kid when I saw them. And plus, Matt will think they're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqoLzzbPZkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Pj6iibDq8s/s1600-h/Stamps1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091895313301464642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqoLzzbPZkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Pj6iibDq8s/s320/Stamps1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second: Fabulous Shoes. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqoLtjbPZjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LOnfMG1oqLM/s1600-h/Fabulous1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091895205927282226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqoLtjbPZjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LOnfMG1oqLM/s320/Fabulous1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Emails with &lt;a href="http://dancinginmyfootiepajamas.blogspot.com/"&gt;this girl&lt;/a&gt;. Who knew she had a fabulously cool government email address? She's been working at the Pentagon all summer and I never put two and two together. Not only has she been keeping me entertained via comedic emails all morning but she went on &lt;a href="http://www.scrapinstyletv.com/"&gt;SIStv &lt;/a&gt;today. I mean, hello? I think I may have just recruited a new member to the scrap cult. Ok, so she's fabulous. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous is having dinner with good friends at &lt;a href="http://www.rosamexicano.com/"&gt;Rosa Mexicano&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous is hopefully meeting &lt;a href="http://flyingmichelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;this girl&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous is &lt;a href="http://creativeblessing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vee&lt;/a&gt; for being a killer good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous is dinner with my Italian class tonight at &lt;a href="http://www.setteosteria.com/"&gt;Sette Osteria&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;So, I gave in and sorta mentioned food. It's partially because I'm starving. Everyone have a fabulous friday! Let's hope the work day goes by fast so I can start my weekend soon. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-5132961964552344787?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5132961964552344787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5132961964552344787&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5132961964552344787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5132961964552344787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/fabulous-friday.html' title='Fabulous Friday'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqoLzzbPZkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Pj6iibDq8s/s72-c/Stamps1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7122786407366702139</id><published>2007-07-25T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:34:47.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad</title><content type='html'>Good: Finally started working on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KC's&lt;/span&gt; kit, which is fabulous, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: No time to finish the damn thing until this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Dinner date with my friends tonight. Great, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Having to find parking downtown in a highly congested area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Busy at work, which means I'm not bored.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Having to work late and putting up with horrid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Harry Potter was released for all the magical loving people.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: I am not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Amazon offers free shipping on orders over $25.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: My total at the moment is $24.89. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Drinking lots of water throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: The bathroom is like a mile away. Not good when you're about to pee your work pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Owning a computer.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Owning a ridiculously SLOW computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Gmail. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, yes, Gmail is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blocked&lt;/span&gt; from Gmail at work. Stupid firewalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Vacations, more specifically, my upcoming vacation to DR.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Paying for such vacations. And worrying about who you're going to leave your cat with when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Matt waking up with me this morning for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Matt and I fighting all morning and consequently, being late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Girls&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: It's Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: It's not Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7122786407366702139?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7122786407366702139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7122786407366702139&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7122786407366702139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7122786407366702139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-bad.html' title='The Good, The Bad'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2847987024673548725</id><published>2007-07-23T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:34:28.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Can Finally Order A Drink. Legally, That Is.</title><content type='html'>The day is finally here! My little sister finally turns 21. Oh, happy day! I can finally have a partner in crime. I can finally go out with her and not worry that the bouncer will notice that she is rocking my ID. I no longer have to make liquor store runs for her and her friends. I can no longer feel guilty about sneaking her sips of my cocktail. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the newest member of Club 21. The lovely, Erika Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090377703787292178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqSnjTbPZhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/BnxZNgmE3xc/s320/ErikaBday5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqSnwTbPZiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/sVnR-h1Lboo/s1600-h/ErikaBday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090377927125591586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqSnwTbPZiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/sVnR-h1Lboo/s320/ErikaBday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we took her out for some drinks at a local bar. I was so happy they let her drink the night before her birthday. Good times. So, everyone raise your glass and let's toast to my little sis. Happy Birthday my little Erika. Keep on being a rockstar. And be all that you can be at 21. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2847987024673548725?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2847987024673548725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2847987024673548725&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2847987024673548725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2847987024673548725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-can-finally-order-drinklegally-that.html' title='She Can Finally Order A Drink. Legally, That Is.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqSnjTbPZhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/BnxZNgmE3xc/s72-c/ErikaBday5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3771359406254135658</id><published>2007-07-21T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:39:45.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Wannabe</title><content type='html'>I have a confession. I have never read any of the Harry Potter books. But, I kinda wish I had. Because I totally feel left out. I swear I'm the only person who is not at home right now reading that book from cover to cover. I bet my cousin Daniela is at home right now reading. And Matt's brother is too. I need to get with the program. I need to jump on the HP bandwagon. I'm a total wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow equals Nerdy Bike Helmet day. The weather is supposed to be beautiful. This means I will wake up early, slap on some sexy spandex, and hit the C&amp;O canal. And if you're wondering how the triathlon training is going...well, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Not awesome. Not bad. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your viewing pleasure...this is probably how ridiculous I will look tomorrow. Isn't the C&amp;amp;O trail just so pretty? Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqK_0TbPZfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oSmvybKs79s/s1600-h/CIMG2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089841434170713586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqK_0TbPZfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oSmvybKs79s/s320/CIMG2828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqK_lDbPZeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qscNkMaRnEA/s1600-h/CIMG2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089841172177708514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqK_lDbPZeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qscNkMaRnEA/s320/CIMG2827.JPG" border="0" /&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/35415601-3771359406254135658?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3771359406254135658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3771359406254135658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3771359406254135658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3771359406254135658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/total-wannabe.html' title='Total Wannabe'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RqK_0TbPZfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oSmvybKs79s/s72-c/CIMG2828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-695267941691600471</id><published>2007-07-19T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:12:53.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rp_QCT-7OAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nGksaTAKwgs/s1600-h/CIMG3229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089014842094467074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rp_QCT-7OAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nGksaTAKwgs/s320/CIMG3229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pics from the weekend need to be edited. Like whoa. So until then all you guys get is this one. Me, sitting shotgun. Hair in the wind. Rocking my Versace shades. And my favorite Barcelona shirt. Enjoying the ride. Living in the moment. Not a care in the world. Loving my company. And listening to some good tunes. If only every day could be this simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night at 3AM Matt and I had a brilliant idea to get out of bed and make queso. Yes, we are so random. So we made it. And it was delicious. The kind of delicious that you never want to end. And then you realize its 3:30AM and you really should punish yourself for being a Fatty Mcgee and eating such non-healthy foods so late, or should I say early, in your day. I'm totally paying for it now. My stomach has not been happy with me all day. She's been grumbling at me nonstop. She's pissed and I don't blame her. Sorry belly. I'll treat you better this weekend. Adios my little chickens. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-695267941691600471?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/695267941691600471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=695267941691600471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/695267941691600471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/695267941691600471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/like-whoa.html' title='Like Whoa!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rp_QCT-7OAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nGksaTAKwgs/s72-c/CIMG3229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2966703439449589565</id><published>2007-07-16T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:47:11.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Officer #5303 from Madison County, IL</title><content type='html'>I think you are a complete and utter idiot. I'm sorry that the flat, corn field lands of Madison County Illinois don't offer much entertainment, but pulling me over for "barely" speeding is just uncalled for. Not only that, I had a legitimate excuse (passing the grandma in the right lane that was going way below the speed limit and causing me to almost have an ulcer). Also, crossing the Indiana state line does not take 4 hours as your ignorant ass told me while I was speaking to you with my window open in the scorching heat. In fact, dear officer, it took me 1.5 hours. So, either you have no effing clue, or I just drive like a speeding maniac (personally, i think its a little bit of A and a little bit of B). The truth is yes, I have a thing for speed. But, being pulled over for going 81 in a 65 in the middle of NOWHERE is unnecessary. Ok, maybe if I had been going 20 over, or even 40 over (as I was doing the rest of the trip) I could see a point. But, just so you know Officer #5303, after we parted ways, I not only kept on speeding, but I hooked up my radar detector and drove an average of 93 the rest of the way home. So, I hope you enjoyed taking $75 from my bank account. I certainly enjoyed speeding through your state and do not regret it for one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed Demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pics of the weekend coming soon....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2966703439449589565?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2966703439449589565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2966703439449589565&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2966703439449589565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2966703439449589565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-officer-5303-from-madison-county.html' title='Dear Officer #5303 from Madison County, IL'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1225713119976102693</id><published>2007-07-12T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:37:01.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk of Shame</title><content type='html'>No, not the walk of shame that many girls did in college. You know, those girls who were still wearing the same outfit from the night before. That were cutting across campus hoping they wouldn't run into anyone they knew. The girls with the smeared makeup, a hangover, and high heels on at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long walk from the elevator to my cube felt like a Walk of Shame today. It was just one of those days where I did not put one once of effort into my appearance. I just didn't want to get out of bed. And therefore, when I finally did get up, I was forced to get ready in 17 minutes. Granted, it usually only takes me 35 and that includes breakfast. So today I'm wearing glasses vs. contacts, ugly pants vs. sleek stlylish ones, flat shoes vs. high heels, and of course, no makeup (which is really not out of the ordinary). Luckily, I didn't wear a skirt today because my unshaved legs would have really bumped me to the next lever of shamefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave with you with Matt vs. Dino. Here is the million dollar question: What is Dino made of? Do you know? Is it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086364684064077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpZluz-7N_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xwlfF0Sgw7c/s320/Matt%26Dino.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1225713119976102693?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1225713119976102693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1225713119976102693&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1225713119976102693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1225713119976102693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/walk-of-shame.html' title='Walk of Shame'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpZluz-7N_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xwlfF0Sgw7c/s72-c/Matt%26Dino.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7426593425852043848</id><published>2007-07-11T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:26:23.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaahhh, Freak Out!</title><content type='html'>So I get a phone call from the boy at precisely 10:52 pm last night. He is on his way home and says he has a surprise for me. So I'm getting all excited, thinking its either a new furry animal to add to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, or better yet some delicious ice cream from Cold Stone. But alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes: "So, I didn't want to tell you, but I got a haircut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start slightly freaking out because I love, I mean LOVE, his long curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes: "Actually, I didn't like the haircut that Mike (his hairdresser dude) gave me, so I started cutting it myself when I got home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really start freaking out! And all I can say is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; like 32 times. Especially since we have a wedding to go to on Saturday, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short I didn't see his hair until this morning when I got home from swim practice. I saw him all curled up under the sheets, with his new haircut, and I really think I fell in love with him all over again (as corny as that sounds!). He looked adorable with his new short hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;, the cutest I have ever seen him. So, I did what any other good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooker&lt;/span&gt; would do. I woke him up to take his picture! Mind you, it was about 6:45am. He's such a good sport. These probably aren't the best pics. And I definitely did not edit a single one. But you get the idea. And he totally has the Euro Mullet haircut now. And you know I'm all about the Euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085902840157598306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpTBr9W-cmI/AAAAAAAAATo/qQCEddprq1c/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085903119330472562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpTB8NW-cnI/AAAAAAAAATw/yV01G-a5YtQ/s320/DSC_0200+Edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the part where I told to him to really open his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpTCKdW-coI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3r8QfO4lBJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0201+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085903364143608450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpTCKdW-coI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3r8QfO4lBJQ/s320/DSC_0201+Edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then I realized that he is wearing his Lake Braddock gym uniform from 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade! Dude, I was like whoa! I have no idea how that still fits him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085903776460468882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpTCidW-cpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bkMtEKRmwnI/s320/DSC_0205+Edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is halfway over people. Keep your heads up and stay in the game. I'm out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-7426593425852043848?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7426593425852043848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7426593425852043848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7426593425852043848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7426593425852043848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/aaahhh-freak-out.html' title='Aaahhh, Freak Out!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpTBr9W-cmI/AAAAAAAAATo/qQCEddprq1c/s72-c/DSC_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7057763218775625287</id><published>2007-07-09T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T09:40:21.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Nice to Know that Some People Get Me</title><content type='html'>I have felt for the longest time that some people don't get me. And its not just that they don't get me, its that they don't TRY to understand where I'm coming from. And its frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk scrapbooking, they just laugh and call me a nerd. And say things like "I thought scrapbooking was an old lady's hobby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk travel, they say things like "Why would you go to Russia of all places?" or "Damn, it sounds expensive to go to (insert place). I would never spend that much money on a vacation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask friends to vacation with me to places such as Bolivia, or Spain, or anywhere that involves getting on a plane, they avoid giving me straight answers. Or pretend they are interested, and never follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about going to school overseas, they say things like "why would you go overseas, when the US has the best schools?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told people that I was moving to Maryland, and god-forbid with a boy, I felt shunned. Apparently its frowned upon to grow up and be in a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about one person in general. Or even a group of people. These are just things that I have been thinking about lately. And things that have been frustrating me for quite some time now. I feel like I've learned to accept people for who they are. We are never going to agree with everyone. Or even have the same likes and dislikes. That's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend made me think about these things even more. Because I got to see two amazing people. I hungout with &lt;a href="http://creativeblessing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vee&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday in Georgetown.  And our common love for &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/"&gt;Paper Source &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.anthropolgie.com/"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt; was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw Claudia later on that day. I have really missed her since she's been in Italy. But, I didn't realize how much until Saturday. Our conversations are just perfect. She gets me. And I get her. She understands where I'm coming from. And even if she doesn't, she respects my decisions and is supportive of everything I do. I am supposed to be in Italy with her right now. That was our dream. To study overseas together (again). I'm happy she's there, living her dream. I guess my living overseas dream will come soon enough. I have decided there needs to be more good conversations in my life. Like the ones I had with Vee, Claudia, and with Jodi last week. And the kinds I have with my mom every Sunday. Yep, good conversations. Keep them coming people. I leave you with a random picture of me and Claudia, circa August 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpIf8dW-clI/AAAAAAAAATg/7G80kwue6Ys/s1600-h/122_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085162052788318802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpIf8dW-clI/AAAAAAAAATg/7G80kwue6Ys/s320/122_2205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7057763218775625287?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7057763218775625287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7057763218775625287&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7057763218775625287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7057763218775625287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-nice-to-know-that-some-people-get.html' title='Its Nice to Know that Some People Get Me'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RpIf8dW-clI/AAAAAAAAATg/7G80kwue6Ys/s72-c/122_2205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7896642545042116860</id><published>2007-07-06T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:49:18.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Remembering</title><content type='html'>Some text messages are worth remembering. This was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ro4btNW-ciI/AAAAAAAAATI/vj7hNK9aWxI/s1600-h/Text+Message1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084031492841959970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ro4btNW-ciI/AAAAAAAAATI/vj7hNK9aWxI/s320/Text+Message1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, the Fourth went well. A little crazy but well.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; being at a different beach.&lt;br /&gt;And hanging with people who didn't love the Fourth as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;And having stupid girls look at you like you're crazy because you want to wear a stars and stripes bikini. But whatever. They're just haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been up since 4:30.  Tired, slightly sick, and hungry. At least I don't have to go to work now. Oh, wait. I do. Shoot me! Happy Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7896642545042116860?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7896642545042116860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7896642545042116860&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7896642545042116860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7896642545042116860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/worth-remembering.html' title='Worth Remembering'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ro4btNW-ciI/AAAAAAAAATI/vj7hNK9aWxI/s72-c/Text+Message1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5766754812993727327</id><published>2007-07-02T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:57:09.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for Chi-Town</title><content type='html'>Chicago was awesome. I got to see my very good friend Jodi on Thursday. Friday was a day full of shopping and the rehearsal dinner. And Saturday was the big day for Heidi and Alex. Their wedding was fabulous! It was exactly how I'd want my wedding to be. But, lucky for my daddy (and his wallet), I don't want a wedding. Every last detail was perfect. The location was beautiful. I even liked the bridesmaid dresses and for me to say that is HUGE. Heidi was stunning. Her dress was perfect. She looked so incredibly happy, and Alex did too. So happy for them. Here is a weekend recap through pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, me and Jamie at a bar next to the church. We had a few cocktails before the reception. We had two hours to kill, so why not get little tispy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolFQdW-chI/AAAAAAAAATA/XhdTuoLgZ64/s1600-h/Me&amp;Jamie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082669803525534226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolFQdW-chI/AAAAAAAAATA/XhdTuoLgZ64/s320/Me%26Jamie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, reunited with my boy. He was in the wedding party so I barely got to see him. Love this picture of us. Doesn't he look adorable in his penguin suit? And finally, everyone can see the hair from the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolEHtW-cfI/AAAAAAAAASw/QhzESyu-yhQ/s1600-h/My+Hot+Date.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082668553690051058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolEHtW-cfI/AAAAAAAAASw/QhzESyu-yhQ/s320/My+Hot+Date.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and his boys. Second one from he left is the groom. And Matt's roomate through all 4 years of college. These guys get rowdy when they all get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082669292424425986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolEytW-cgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/V743u6rA2Ak/s320/College+Buddies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last, me with my air-mike. You know I can't help it when they play Bon Jovi! I love how Matt captures all the stupid moments on film. He's awesome like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolDxNW-ceI/AAAAAAAAASo/f38DH7bNlS4/s1600-h/CIMG2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082668167142994402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolDxNW-ceI/AAAAAAAAASo/f38DH7bNlS4/s320/CIMG2981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, the oh-so-fattening, yet delicious cake. Man, it was GOOOOOD. Best cake ever. Seriously, this wedding was flawless. Very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolDSNW-cdI/AAAAAAAAASg/P-XcKTQDqIM/s1600-h/CIMG2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082667634567049682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolDSNW-cdI/AAAAAAAAASg/P-XcKTQDqIM/s320/CIMG2950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are obviously more pics, but by the end of the night I wasn't looking too hot. I think someone needs to remind me that I'm a girl, and that girls are supposed to wear makeup to formal events. I always think mascara will cut it but apparantly not. What can I say, I'm a simple girl. Plus, makeup makes you age faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Happy Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundsofscience.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristina's&lt;/a&gt; kit is waiting for me at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making plans to hopefully see my girl, &lt;a href="http://creativeblessing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth of July is my favorite holiday, ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early dismissal from work on Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making plans to go on a weekend road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italian weekend classes in NYC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Organic Lemonade from &lt;a href="http://wholefoods.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girl Katie is home for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss is not here today...splendid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nike + Ipod = Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triathlon training begins today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My vacation to DR is one month away!&lt;/div&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/35415601-5766754812993727327?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5766754812993727327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5766754812993727327&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5766754812993727327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5766754812993727327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-for-chi-town.html' title='Love for Chi-Town'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RolFQdW-chI/AAAAAAAAATA/XhdTuoLgZ64/s72-c/Me%26Jamie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3046606698238486415</id><published>2007-06-28T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:49:31.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have a Winner!</title><content type='html'>Conversation with Matty last night at 1:00AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, can you help me pick winner for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RAK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Huh? Followed by the face below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoOo69W-ccI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rnxyme5yVjo/s1600-h/Huh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081090535460860354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoOo69W-ccI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rnxyme5yVjo/s320/Huh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me: Yes, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RAK&lt;/span&gt; I have up on my blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: You put a picture of your rack (meaning breasts) on your blog?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, not MY rack. My R.A.K. (followed by an explanation of what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RAK&lt;/span&gt; is).&lt;br /&gt;Matt: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/span&gt;. You had me worried there for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had him pick a number between 1-49. So, not counting any of the deleted comments, he chose the #32. So, &lt;a href="http://www.feastsonscraps.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ingunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....you are the big winner! &lt;a href="mailto:nataliezgarcia@gmail.com"&gt;Email me&lt;/a&gt; your address info!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyone who left me amazing comments with so many cool and interesting places all over world. I loved reading each and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a sloppy good time at Happy Hour with some old sorority friends. We were talking about how incredibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; sororities are. The rituals, the hazing, the secret handshakes, the meetings, and passwords of all sorts. These crazy 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century bitches thought it would be good ideas to start mini-cults and over 100 years later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; we agree. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching a flight to Chicago in a few hours. So excited to have dinner with my good friend Jodi, and party with all of Matt's ridiculously funny friends at the wedding. Everyone have a good weekend. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-3046606698238486415?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3046606698238486415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3046606698238486415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3046606698238486415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3046606698238486415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-have-winner.html' title='We Have a Winner!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoOo69W-ccI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rnxyme5yVjo/s72-c/Huh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-8428594283981172320</id><published>2007-06-27T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:19:44.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Feeling Unmotivated &amp; Lazy...Sign Up for a Triathlon</title><content type='html'>So, here is how it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started going back to swim practice last week after a 3 week hiatus. I got placed in a swim lane with 4 triathletes. They were strong, healthy, determined, physically fit, and so motivating. I've always wanted to do a Triathlon and they really got me thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I stumble across &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/"&gt;43 Things&lt;/a&gt; and totally fell in love with the site. So I signed up, and added "complete a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;triathlon&lt;/span&gt;" to my list of things I wanted to do. Then, it totally hit me this morning. I said to myself "Stop saying you're going to do things! Just shut up and DO THEM!" Good self advice, right? So, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.usatriathlon.org/"&gt;USA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Triathlon&lt;/span&gt; website&lt;/a&gt;, followed by &lt;a href="http://www.trifind.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TriFind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and searched for Sprint Triathlons in the area. And I found the most perfect one....so I signed up!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, can you believe it? I'm going to participate in my very first Triathlon. Matt is being so supportive. He has done 3 triathlons before and he also decided to sign up! I couldn't be happier right now. I hope this really gets my ass going and keeps me motivated. Dude, I'm going to be a triathlete! How effing cool is that? I am loving life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who left comments for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RAK&lt;/span&gt;! I have to make an small edit...I will post the winner TOMORROW morning. Not Friday! I want to be able to ship out the package before I leave for Chicago! Ok, so check back then to see who gets all the BG goodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-8428594283981172320?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8428594283981172320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=8428594283981172320&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8428594283981172320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8428594283981172320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-youre-feeling-unmotivated-sign-up.html' title='When You&apos;re Feeling Unmotivated &amp; Lazy...Sign Up for a Triathlon'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5572429904690898158</id><published>2007-06-26T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:22:36.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Likes Basic Grey?</title><content type='html'>Who's ready for a RAK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have way too much stuff, especially Basic Grey papers. I won some limited edition BG stuff at the Scrap Etc Event. And just have collected way too much from recent monthly kits. Most of the BG is the new Blush line. I'm also adding some HS tape, AC ribbon, and some surprise goodies from Paper Source. So, leave me a comment telling me about your favorite city/country/place in the entire world. I will pick a winner on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoEqToFN_UI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6IS1bw9FJIs/s1600-h/BG+RAK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080388371315817794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoEqToFN_UI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6IS1bw9FJIs/s320/BG+RAK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my take on the lastest &lt;a href="http://scrapjacked.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scrapjack&lt;/a&gt;. Whoop Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoEqNIFN_TI/AAAAAAAAASI/SgZiBSueftM/s1600-h/June2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080388259646668082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoEqNIFN_TI/AAAAAAAAASI/SgZiBSueftM/s320/June2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you were wondering. My favorite place in the entire world is Sevilla, Spain. The delicious food. The fabulous people. The sights. The smell of orange trees in the spring. The culture and history. The weather. The good looking Sevillanos. The sexy Spanish accent. Feria in April. Semana Santa. The shopping. The bull fights. All the beautiful parks. The list goes on. And on. Not a day goes by that I don't miss living there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, happy Tuesday! Don't forget...leave a comment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-5572429904690898158?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5572429904690898158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5572429904690898158&amp;isPopup=true' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5572429904690898158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5572429904690898158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-likes-basic-grey.html' title='Who Likes Basic Grey?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RoEqToFN_UI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6IS1bw9FJIs/s72-c/BG+RAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4079667029991303151</id><published>2007-06-25T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:35:29.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Work</title><content type='html'>I had a nice long weekend. I didn't work Thursday and Friday because I wasn't feeling well. And even though I had a four day weekend, I am still bitter to be sitting here, in my cube, on yet another mundance Monday morning. Working here is killing me softly. On one end of the stick, I should be thankful to have a very lenient job. A job that pays me well, especially for the amount of work I (don't) do. A job that involves no overtime, 40 hour work weeks (or less), hardly any deadlines, and easy going bosses. But on the flip side, this job is not rewarding. I have evolved from hard working, goal-oriented, and determined person, to a very lazy and highly unmotivated person. Most importantly, this job is killing my creativity. So, on that note...some creative things I did over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rn_ZcoFN_SI/AAAAAAAAASA/z-VIdpW5BGU/s1600-h/Rainbow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080017990516079906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rn_ZcoFN_SI/AAAAAAAAASA/z-VIdpW5BGU/s320/Rainbow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rn_ZN4FN_RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LReIG3n_Mp4/s1600-h/PWNT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080017737113009426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rn_ZN4FN_RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LReIG3n_Mp4/s320/PWNT1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last, but not least. I bought these adorable &lt;a href="http://www.colehaan.com/"&gt;Cole Haan&lt;/a&gt; shoes this weekend to go with my oh-so fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.bcbg.com/"&gt;BCBG&lt;/a&gt; dress. I have a wedding this weekend in Chicago and I will be rocking these babies with a huge smile on my face. I'm wearing them to work today and I feel better about being here everytime I look down at my feet. I mean, I don't mean to brag, but my feet look tre cute today! Ok, back to work. If you need me, I'll be stuck in an office from 9-5 for the next 40 years!! How depressing! Au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rn_Y84FN_QI/AAAAAAAAARw/43soeDSPTQs/s1600-h/Cole+Haan+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080017445055233282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rn_Y84FN_QI/AAAAAAAAARw/43soeDSPTQs/s320/Cole+Haan+Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35415601-4079667029991303151?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4079667029991303151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4079667029991303151&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4079667029991303151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4079667029991303151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-at-work.html' title='Back at Work'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rn_ZcoFN_SI/AAAAAAAAASA/z-VIdpW5BGU/s72-c/Rainbow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1922297789275720551</id><published>2007-06-19T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:46:50.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A New Profile Pic</title><content type='html'>I have yet to do this.&lt;br /&gt;But I will soon.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;And I still owe you guys a picture of the new hair from the front.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the time. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Things that are making me HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing hot pink today.&lt;br /&gt;Matt sent me another random email today that cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;I have Italian class tonight - molto bene!&lt;br /&gt;I am actually being productive at work.&lt;br /&gt;I am making plans for HH next week with my lady friends.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to tackle &lt;a href="http://scrapjacked.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-scrapjacked-time.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. Love her work. She really inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;My mom loves my hair &amp; says I now look like her circa 1970 something. Love that!&lt;br /&gt;I can still make a tiny ponytail with the longer pieces of hair.&lt;br /&gt;I worked out twice yesterday. Total cardio time = 1 hour 45 min!&lt;br /&gt;I am eating some delicious cherries from &lt;a href="http://www.costo.com/"&gt;Costco&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://redvelvetgirls.typepad.com/rvkc/2007/06/june_project_ki_1.html"&gt;KIT&lt;/a&gt; looks delicious. I might have to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least. My friend Megan just got back from her honeymoon. So, I ask her to send me some photots. And most of them are beautiful panoramic pictures, or pics of the ocean, or pics of her on the beach. And then out of nowhere comes this one. I almost died laughing. Aren't they the cutest couple ever? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077846798648605938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RngiwoFN_PI/AAAAAAAAARo/8_teDypIntU/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1922297789275720551?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1922297789275720551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1922297789275720551&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1922297789275720551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1922297789275720551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-new-profile-pic.html' title='I Need A New Profile Pic'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RngiwoFN_PI/AAAAAAAAARo/8_teDypIntU/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-8304642116741862130</id><published>2007-06-15T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:42:03.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"She Raped My Head"</title><content type='html'>Get ready for a long-ass post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, was the big day. The Extreme Hair Makeover Day. But before heading to the salon, Matt and I decided to have a ridiculously random photo-shoot. It was my last attempt to have fun with my long hair. I have never laughed so hard. I love our spontanous, and super stupid moments. Matt played along , because as we all know, he has long hair too. But, I will have to post those later. This post is all about me, dammit! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ8q4FN_OI/AAAAAAAAARg/v-coUin6k-8/s1600-h/DSC_0152_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076256806050594018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ8q4FN_OI/AAAAAAAAARg/v-coUin6k-8/s320/DSC_0152_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076249878268345458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ2XoFN_HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uf2-tYX_TfY/s320/CIMG2751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Every good transformation needs a before and afer picture. Here is the before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076249221138349154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ1xYFN_GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Tr7Qd0sDSY8/s320/CIMG2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, I head to the salon. I'm not nervous. I'm ready to be crazy. I'm ready to do whatever my hairdresser tells me too. I was in a "you only live once" kinda mood. But first, the pony tail must come off. She cut off about 11-12 inches! Eeeek! I must say, it was a very liberating feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076250075836841090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ2jIFN_II/AAAAAAAAAQw/095-tLyXtzc/s320/CIMG2755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076250385074486418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ21IFN_JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GQejzfTeroY/s320/CIMG2757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I need to mention that my very good friend Maggi came with me. I emailed her totally last minute, and she still made time to come hold my hand through this crazy journey! I am so happy she came. She's had her hair all sorts of lenghts, all sorts of colors, and done all sorts of crazy, funky, totally different haircuts. It was inspiring to have her there with me. She told me to just relax and have fun with it and that is what I did. She seriously rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076251849658334386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ4KYFN_LI/AAAAAAAAARI/TRcTLgW1C5U/s320/CIMG2765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, I guess I'll just cut to the chase. There is no reason to show you pictures of Tina actually cutting my hair. Or the hundreds of thousands strands of hair on the floor. Or my reaction when I realized that the hair in the back of my head was about an inch long. Or when it hit me that I won't be able to make a ponytail for many more months. Tina decided to leave the hair in the front longer and make it super funky short in the back. She put auburn and blonde streaks in my hair. She looked like she was having so much fun. And I'm happy it was a fun experience for both of us. Maggi kept saying "you are meant to have short hair!" hehe. I was in the salon for 3.5 hours. I love how it turned out. I love the change. I love the transformation. I love that I had the balls to do something completely different. It was fun getting out of my comfort zone. Here is the picture from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ4zIFN_MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/msPRuJcx-tM/s1600-h/CIMG2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076252549738003650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ4zIFN_MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/msPRuJcx-tM/s320/CIMG2784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will just have to wait and see a picture from the front! I don't want to give it all away too soon. So happy its Friday! I'm going skydiving tomorrow! This has been a big week for me. Lots of firsts. Lots of change. Lots of butterflies in my stomach. Wish me luck for tomorrow. I hope I live to tell about it. =)&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/35415601-8304642116741862130?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8304642116741862130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=8304642116741862130&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8304642116741862130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/8304642116741862130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-raped-my-head.html' title='&quot;She Raped My Head&quot;'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RnJ8q4FN_OI/AAAAAAAAARg/v-coUin6k-8/s72-c/DSC_0152_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7350291281358910398</id><published>2007-06-12T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:54:23.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Makes Fun of My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He always has some sort of comment. Like, how bloggin is dorky. Or that I might not have MySpace, but that I'm just "as bad" because I have a blog. It's all in good fun of course, and I don't mind him joking around about it at all. But yesterday, he wrote me this email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: 10 Random Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is going well! I just thought I'd share 10 random things I was thinking about right now on my study break. I bet you'll find 'em "blog-worthy":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is no such thing as too much garlic in food.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pennies are really, really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm no tree-hugging hippie, but people that don't recycle really piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'd rather be bitten by bugs or have sunburn than wear bug spray or sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;5. WTF are eye boogers made out of? For that matter, what are boogers made out of?&lt;br /&gt;6. Houses/apartments never have enough power outlets, or power outlets in the right places.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ya gots ta be able to drive stick shift, son!&lt;br /&gt;8. Diet Coke = legalized crack cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;9. Online bill pay is perhaps the greatest thing ever. Next to MTV's Rob and Big, that is.&lt;br /&gt;10. Is "fart" a bad word? If so, why? Just because it's funny? The peeps at Merriam-Webster are a bunch of haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Followed by:&lt;/span&gt; "I should become a "guest blogger" on your blog. I bet I'd increase the web traffic 10x over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My boyfriend wants to be a guest blogger. Haha, ok not really, because he was joking. But it was still funny for him to say that. I love that I have a boyfriend who makes me laugh every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my internet at home is down. So aggrivating! It is almost impossible to live without internet. Serioulsy, I don't even remember life without it. Ok, that is an extreme comment, but you know what I mean. I wanted to post a picture of my long hair. Because in a matter of days it's all going to be GONE! I'm donating it. Originally to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;, and now after reading &lt;a href="http://scarletra.typepad.com/lifeinprogress/2007/06/i_made_the_cut.html"&gt;Scarlet's Post &lt;/a&gt;about &lt;a href="http://pantene.com/en_US/beautifullengths/index_home.jsp"&gt;Pantene's Beautiful Lenghts Campaign &lt;/a&gt;I am thinking maybe I'll donate there. Well, regardless, I'm donating about 11 inches of hair and I'm super nervous but very exciting about doing something to help others. Even if I look like a boy with short hair, it will be worth it knowing that I am helping a child, or woman in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7350291281358910398?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7350291281358910398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7350291281358910398&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7350291281358910398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7350291281358910398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-makes-fun-of-my-blog.html' title='He Makes Fun of My Blog'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6754912359193810326</id><published>2007-06-08T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:49:30.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Little Things</title><content type='html'>I love how &lt;a href="http://happygirlstacey.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacey&lt;/a&gt; comes up with a list of her happy things. So, I've decided to copy her. I hope she doesn't mind. But, for now, I will only do my top five favorite happy things. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.nellyfurtado.com"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/a&gt; - Going to see her in concert tonight. I wouldn't say I'm super excited (I think it's just because I'm really tired right now). But, I am happy to do something out of the ordinary. And definitely listen to some high energy tunes. It should be a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rmmbe4FN_FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5U1XXwOdhrc/s1600-h/NellyFurtado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073757409962228818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rmmbe4FN_FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5U1XXwOdhrc/s320/NellyFurtado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478311/"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt; - This movie was effing hilarious! No, really! It was the funniest movie I have seen in a while. It was SO funny, that I am tempted to go see it again. If you haven't seen it, then I suggest you run to the nearest movie theater to watch it. You will be so happy you did. I promise you'll LOL a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RmmbEYFN_EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GSu1YRRGiHc/s1600-h/knocked%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073756954695695426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RmmbEYFN_EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GSu1YRRGiHc/s320/knocked%2520up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3. Boca Raton real estate - My mom and I had so much fun just driving around and looking at the beautiful houses in Boca. Love the architecture. Love the landscaping. Love the palm trees. Love the ocean front mansions. I loved everything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.scrapinstyletv.com"&gt;Scrap in Style&lt;/a&gt; - This site is so much fun to cruise around. I love how it tells me when all my favorite "Sisters" have added pages. So convenient. So practical. Love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Card-A-Day - I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt;, who got it from &lt;a href="http://embers.typepad.com"&gt;Emily.&lt;/a&gt; I started it on June 1 and I've been super good about keeping up with it. I love the idea of being artsy everyday. I always feel like I don't have time to do so, but by starting small, i.e. a playing card, then it makes the task easier to achieve. I'll post a sneak soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is everyone doing this weekend?? I hope to get some sun at the pool, wash my car, go on a long bike ride, and make empanadas with my grandma Juli. And maybe some scrappy work along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6754912359193810326?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6754912359193810326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6754912359193810326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6754912359193810326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6754912359193810326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-little-things.html' title='Happy Little Things'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rmmbe4FN_FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5U1XXwOdhrc/s72-c/NellyFurtado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-5727162062736568940</id><published>2007-06-05T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:20:12.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida = Frizzy Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raton&lt;/span&gt; is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that game?&lt;br /&gt;The "Pass it On" game.&lt;br /&gt;AKA. Telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, guess who caught the bouquet at the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;I was in serious SHOCK when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I did not want the damn bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;I was just there for moral support for my friends who did want it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm standing there, la-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear to you. If I hadn't put my hands up...&lt;br /&gt;The damn bouquet would have hit me right on my head.&lt;br /&gt;It was like it was meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I catch it. And immediately look over at Matt.&lt;br /&gt;And he is giving me the look of death.&lt;br /&gt;And so I try to hand it off to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone just kept laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming "somebody take this!!"&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is just laughing. And laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Because they knew I didn't want it.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I almost started crying.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very stressful situation for me.&lt;br /&gt;Most girls kill to catch the bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meggers&lt;/span&gt; - Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Raton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I went to a real-life scrap store.&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to be in one after so long.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm going to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Love it here. Like, really deep down, love it.&lt;br /&gt;Palm trees make me feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;And humidity makes my hair frizz.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I'm happy. Bouquet and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-5727162062736568940?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5727162062736568940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=5727162062736568940&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5727162062736568940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/5727162062736568940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/florida-frizzy-hair.html' title='Florida = Frizzy Hair'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6085383863246060898</id><published>2007-06-01T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:04:06.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First to Go</title><content type='html'>She is the first. The first of my friends who bought her own place. She was the first girl who moved in with her boyfriend. She was the first to get engaged. Her bachelorette party was the first one I have ever been too.  And today, she will be the first of my friend's to tie the knot. I am so incredibly happy for her. She deserves nothing but the best.  And I know her and Joe will be together forever.  I love you Meggers!  I can't wait for you to become a Garcia, just like me! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RmBCC1cw6HI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fo2zIaBywFE/s1600-h/Meg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071125796894074994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RmBCC1cw6HI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fo2zIaBywFE/s320/Meg%27s+Party+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight = lots of old faces, lots of tears (I always cry at weddings), and lots of drinking. Its going to feel like I'm partying at Bridges, circa 2003. Loves it! Everyone have a good weekend!!!&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/35415601-6085383863246060898?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6085383863246060898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6085383863246060898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6085383863246060898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6085383863246060898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-to-go.html' title='The First to Go'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RmBCC1cw6HI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fo2zIaBywFE/s72-c/Meg%27s+Party+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1383202665011091026</id><published>2007-05-31T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:35:36.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Mirrors</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gone into a fitting room, and you just look better than normal?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in Nicole Miller last night.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was BCBG, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm desperately looking for a dress.&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm taking off my clothes to try on this GORGEOUS gown...&lt;br /&gt;I just had to gasp in horror.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach did not look like that a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;And my legs no longer look like runner's legs.&lt;br /&gt;And man, do my arms look quite flabby.&lt;br /&gt;Where did the firm, athletic, teenager body go?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its partially my fault that I have put on a lb. here and there.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like blaming it on those stupid store mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;You know the ones I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;The mirrors with super high intensity light.&lt;br /&gt;The mirrors that show us every single flaw we don't want to ever see.&lt;br /&gt;The flaws that we try to mask by getting dressed in the mornings as far away from a mirror as we possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those kind of stupid dressing room mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I did not find a dress.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I wasn't willing to pay for the $500 Vera Wang I fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;But because hunger set it.  I was so hungry I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why I am not happy with the girl in the mirror....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1383202665011091026?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1383202665011091026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1383202665011091026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1383202665011091026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1383202665011091026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-mirrors.html' title='Stupid Mirrors'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3083624736744288686</id><published>2007-05-29T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:49:39.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Down!</title><content type='html'>If you watched last night's Miss Universe than you proably saw what I saw. Poor Miss America totally ate it during the evening gown competition. First, I felt so embarrassed for her. Then, I kinda wanted to laugh (but I didn't). I felt so bad for her. But, not only did this poor girl fall and probably has a sore and bruised ass, but the audience boo-ed her during the interview part of the competition. Total cruelty! She was definitely my favorite girl from the pageant. She was absolutely stunning. Seriously, I think she was the prettiest girl I have seen in such a long time. And her dress....so classic and beautiful. Also my favorite. My other favorite girls were: Miss Brazil (I mean, hello! Brasileñas are always gorgeous), Miss Japan (who won, loved her dress too), and of course, Miss Bolivia (I gotta represent!). Oh, if you want to see the video of Miss America falling, then check it out &lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.tv/missusa.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlwfKFcw6GI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V81tDjZrUD0/s1600-h/450_ap_usa_fall_070529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069961538634311778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlwfKFcw6GI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V81tDjZrUD0/s320/450_ap_usa_fall_070529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlwfB1cw6FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cVM3TKZmusU/s1600-h/450_ap_usa_fall1_070529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069961396900390994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlwfB1cw6FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cVM3TKZmusU/s320/450_ap_usa_fall1_070529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-3083624736744288686?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3083624736744288686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3083624736744288686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3083624736744288686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3083624736744288686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/beauty-down.html' title='Beauty Down!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlwfKFcw6GI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V81tDjZrUD0/s72-c/450_ap_usa_fall_070529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6134223407250739318</id><published>2007-05-23T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:27:45.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Walk</title><content type='html'>So, my new thing is to get in shape. Yes, I've been running.  Yes, I've been swimming. But, I have been (purposefully) neglecting part of the perfect workout equation....the gym! So, on Monday, I decided I needed some tough love.  So, I kicked my own ass at the gym.  I did so many lunges and squats that my legs felt like Jell-O and I barely walked out of there without assistance.  I did like 75 calf raises with 100lb weights.  I did that machine I hate, the leg extension one....man, that machine BURNS worse shampoo in the eyes. I even did the leg press. But not the girly leg press, the manly one.  The one on the side of the gym where you see the guys grunting as if they are about to poop their pants.  The side of the gym where  guys are checking themselves out in the mirror, all while spotting their best friend bench 500lbs.  Yep, that side of the gym.  I'm not scared of those big muscle men with little you know whats. So, back to my point.  Not only did I do a leg workout for an hour, but then I decided to push myself even more and do the Abs Class.  Big Mistake. 30 minutes later I had to ask some old man to help me off the ground.  Now, here I am, two days later, and I sore beyond belief.  I look like a chicken when I walk. My ass is sticking out, my chest is kinda leaned in (because my abs are too sore to straighten out) and my legs are so sore that I have to take itty bitty awkward looking steps. Its quite embarrasing, really. But, then again, I love being sore. Its bittersweet.  And even though I can barely walk....I'm heading to the gym at 5:00. Wish me luck...I'm going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6134223407250739318?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6134223407250739318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6134223407250739318&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6134223407250739318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6134223407250739318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/chicken-walk.html' title='Chicken Walk'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-139513651914305220</id><published>2007-05-20T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:01:50.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Rocks the Party that Rocks the Body?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's right ladies (and maybe 1 or 2 gents that read this)...&lt;br /&gt;I totaly rocked the party this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I bang out like 4-5 Scrappies.&lt;br /&gt;But I cleaned my entire appartment.&lt;br /&gt;And ran/walked Burke Lake.&lt;br /&gt;And swam Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;And watched a Work Out Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;And visited the family. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;And even did several loads of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;And my most favorite part of the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with my girl Claudia (see: "I Miss Her).&lt;br /&gt;She's back from Italy and I couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how much I love this girl.&lt;br /&gt;She totally rocks as a friend and as a drinking partner.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I got to see Yennie. And Cricket. And others.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm as happy as a girl can be.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for Bed. I have swim practice at 5AM.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. I said 5AM. So...Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot about the Scrappage.  I think my favorite is the "I Travel" one. I mean, it doesn't get any better than Ashley Wren ScrapJack + Power Scrappage + Hambly.  Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEKDlcw6EI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iItfUE5ntqw/s1600-h/DSC_0149_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066842112477161538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEKDlcw6EI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iItfUE5ntqw/s320/DSC_0149_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEJ4Vcw6DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HFuVgmxYeF8/s1600-h/I+Miss+Her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066841919203633202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEJ4Vcw6DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HFuVgmxYeF8/s320/I+Miss+Her.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEJtlcw6CI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iDEHhcIT1vY/s1600-h/Twenty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066841734520039458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEJtlcw6CI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iDEHhcIT1vY/s320/Twenty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEJkFcw6BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JRj7JYkmtJs/s1600-h/LMAO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066841571311282194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEJkFcw6BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JRj7JYkmtJs/s320/LMAO1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-139513651914305220?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/139513651914305220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=139513651914305220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/139513651914305220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/139513651914305220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_20.html' title='Who Rocks the Party that Rocks the Body?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RlEKDlcw6EI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iItfUE5ntqw/s72-c/DSC_0149_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-826167407320074409</id><published>2007-05-18T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:06:25.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you smell the weekend?</title><content type='html'>I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So close. Yet so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, the weekend means:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freedom from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunshine and fresh air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQs on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long runs around Burke Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing so hard I cackle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrapbooking Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bike rides with my nerdy helmet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making breakfast with Matty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swim practice at a decent hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat naps on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late lunches and even later dinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedicures and beer runs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading and Italian homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Target, Coscto, and Bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just simply stated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freedom from the ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course, drinking, dancing, and acting awesomely cool with friends. As such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065900543976728514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rk2xtFcw58I/AAAAAAAAAOg/8vmP5DOywxM/s320/Meg%27s+Party+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have a great weekend everybody! I know mine will be filled with scrappy time, and I can't effing wait! Rock on, my lady friends, rock on!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-826167407320074409?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/826167407320074409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=826167407320074409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/826167407320074409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/826167407320074409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-you-smell-weekend.html' title='Can you smell the weekend?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rk2xtFcw58I/AAAAAAAAAOg/8vmP5DOywxM/s72-c/Meg%27s+Party+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1214502905016839391</id><published>2007-05-15T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:48:36.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Parking &amp; Long Lines</title><content type='html'>No Parking &amp; Long Lines = Me all Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go.  I didn't quite make it to Michelle's Birthday party on Saturday.  But I tried.  There's just something about clusters of people pretty much begging to get into a club that makes me want to turn around and go home.  Add so that is what I did.  I'm sorry Michelle! But I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmbkFreX4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/QpmAF8f9Y-k/s1600-h/CIMG2581_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064750300256952194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmbkFreX4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/QpmAF8f9Y-k/s320/CIMG2581_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064748728298921826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmaIlreX2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uWCq2jkISGo/s320/CIMG2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So last night, Matty and I decided to have some fun! We found an empty parking lot and went Rollerblading! Yep, that's right!  We had speed races and Matt (Apollo Anton Ohno as he called himself) beat me senseless.  Apparantly, the 8th grade skills aren't what they used to be.  Regardless, we had so much fun! Best night ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmbEFreX3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/S5it6pWPu78/s1600-h/CIMG2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064749750501138290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmbEFreX3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/S5it6pWPu78/s320/CIMG2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064745614447632178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmXTVreXzI/AAAAAAAAANw/UchOr4mXZEE/s320/CIMG2589.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmYNVreX1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ye_Thx4v6PU/s1600-h/CIMG2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064746610880044882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmYNVreX1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ye_Thx4v6PU/s320/CIMG2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmXnFreX0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/E8Gz0kbP0ro/s1600-h/CIMG2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064745953750048578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmXnFreX0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/E8Gz0kbP0ro/s320/CIMG2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35415601-1214502905016839391?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1214502905016839391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1214502905016839391&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1214502905016839391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1214502905016839391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-parking-long-lines.html' title='No Parking &amp; Long Lines'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkmbkFreX4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/QpmAF8f9Y-k/s72-c/CIMG2581_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-6986688893472443033</id><published>2007-05-09T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:46:01.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 was a Good Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkHr6VreXrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HrbxAXWuuvU/s1600-h/Michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062586843625578162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkHr6VreXrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HrbxAXWuuvU/s320/Michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can speak from experience when I say 24 was a good year. A year full of adventure, travels, surprises, love, and happiness. I wish you all the best on your 24th birthday, my dearest cousin!  Happy Happy Birthday!  Live it up and have fun!  Can't wait to party it up with you on Saturday. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-6986688893472443033?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6986688893472443033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=6986688893472443033&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6986688893472443033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/6986688893472443033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/24-was-good-year.html' title='24 was a Good Year'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RkHr6VreXrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HrbxAXWuuvU/s72-c/Michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3476922297507504511</id><published>2007-05-07T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:24:59.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (belated) NSD &amp; CDM!!</title><content type='html'>Has National Scrapbooking Day always been the same day as Cinco De Mayo? Or did it just so happen to fall on the same day this year? I don't remember but I hope its the latter. Because otherwise, for being such a creative hobby, scrappers could have really picked a better day. I mean...How am I supposed to get wasted on Margaritas AND scrap all day? The results would be nothing less than horrible. I mean, its really not necessary to steal other countries holidays. Its just not right, I tell you! Anyways, this year I wasn't able to celebrate either. But that's ok because I had Megaritas for Meg's Bachelorette party up in Ocean City!! But, I was a featured in the "user highlights" on TwoPeas for NSD, which made me feel quite honored. Check it out &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/pg_highlight.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-3476922297507504511?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3476922297507504511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3476922297507504511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3476922297507504511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3476922297507504511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-belated-nsd-cdm.html' title='Happy (belated) NSD &amp; CDM!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-4616713875123221634</id><published>2007-05-03T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:47:36.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh Sawyer, My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjoZOlreXqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pF11y5quJiE/s1600-h/josh+holloway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060384869727493794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjoZOlreXqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pF11y5quJiE/s320/josh+holloway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, how AWESOME was THIS guy last night?  He totally rocked it!  And when he threw up after killing that dude....my heart went out to him.   Poor thing.  How crazy was it that Locke's "dad" was the original Sawyer!  At the beginning of the episode I hated Locke.  Almost as much as I hated his "dad."  But by the end, he had me all intrigued and what not.  The LOST story line keeps getting better and better.  Although, I still feel like they need to hurry up and answer some questions.  Like, is it true that Jack is working with the Others?  Why did Kate tell Jack about the new girl (what's her name?).  Is Kate preggers? And will Sun really die...I doubt it.  And when is Charlie going to die, once and for all?  Ok, that was mean, but I'm sick of Desmond saving him.  Did anyone else notice that those kids are growing up real fast, especially that girl.  No more teddy bears for those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I had dinner with &lt;a href="http://creativeblessing.blogspot.com"&gt;Miss Vee&lt;/a&gt;.  Can I just say that she is so much fun! She totally got me.  And its so nice to say things like &lt;a href="http://hamblyscreenprints.typepad.com"&gt;Hambly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sevengypsies.com"&gt;7 Gypsies&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heidiswapp.typepad.com"&gt;Heidi Swapp&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com"&gt;TwoPeas&lt;/a&gt; and have someone know exactly what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I leave for Ocean City tomorrow.  How exciting is that?  Little does my boss know that I will be calling out "sick" tomorrow.  Hehe.  Why use a vacation day when you can pull a sick day? Anyways, I think OC will be fun.  It will be good to hangout with some people I usually don't hang with plus see some old faces that I haven't seen in years.  Will post pictures when I get back. Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend and a super fun NSD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-4616713875123221634?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4616713875123221634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=4616713875123221634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4616713875123221634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/4616713875123221634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/05/ohh-sawyer-my-hero.html' title='Ohh Sawyer, My Hero'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjoZOlreXqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pF11y5quJiE/s72-c/josh+holloway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2325216038781412104</id><published>2007-04-30T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:49:34.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gmail Rocks My World</title><content type='html'>I am so excited that for some reason, I can go on Gmail Chat from work now. Before, my computer would say "access denied." So you can imagine my surprise today when I got an IM from my cousin.  I am truly excited about this revelation!  Hopefully, my work days will be a little less boring from now on. Now, if only I could wear jeans, have 2 hour lunches, and drink beer while at work. THAT would be amazing and would truly increase my levels of happiness during work hours.  But it would probably decrease my productivity, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In scrappy news...I was able to bang out a few layouts this weekend. I've totally changed my way of scrapping and now strickly do what I call "power-scrapping." This concept is brilliant because now instead of doing 1-2 layouts a weekend, I am averaging about 5-6! I've stopped caring if the page is perfectly put together and I am more concerned with getting my ideas and thoughts down on paper. That is what this hobby is all about anyways, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjXahVreXoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nkEDJATgDE8/s1600-h/He+Got+Me+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059190022710648450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjXahVreXoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nkEDJATgDE8/s320/He+Got+Me+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjXZyVreXnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0LL0QNTZYjY/s1600-h/hppscan1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059189215256796786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjXZyVreXnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0LL0QNTZYjY/s320/hppscan1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&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/35415601-2325216038781412104?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2325216038781412104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2325216038781412104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2325216038781412104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2325216038781412104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/04/gmail-rocks-my-world.html' title='Gmail Rocks My World'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RjXahVreXoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nkEDJATgDE8/s72-c/He+Got+Me+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7678337128052111343</id><published>2007-04-29T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:55:04.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I am such a bad blogger. My friend &lt;a href="http://creativeblessing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tagged me last week and I am just now getting around to doing it. I'm supposed to name 7 random things about me. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I didn't speak English until I was 5 years old, even though I was born here.  My parents wanted to me to master Spanish before taking on English. So, at the age of 5 my parents threw me on a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;, where I found my way around by pointing at things and somehow making friends (who I am now thankful for teaching me all I know! hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love to travel.  So far I have been to over 30 cities around the world (not including the US). If I could travel for a living, I think I would. I used to want to be like Brooke Burke from "Wild On E" or that blonde chick from the Travel Channel just so I could go to fantastic places to report on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  One time, on my way to school, I fell down a flight of stairs and a rumor went around school that I "broke my butt." In reality, I just slightly bruised my tailbone and was fine within a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I believe in love at first sight. Or maybe I believe in total lust at first sight. I once fell in love with a guy at a supermarket in Seville.  He asked me if I knew where the shampoo aisle was and that led to an in-depth 1.5 hour conversation in aisle 5.  I felt like I had known him forever.  I never saw him again and I still wonder about him from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am totally fascinated with Asia right now.  More specifically, China, Thailand, Cambodia, and of course, Singapore. If all goes as planned I will be living over there in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I snack all day long.  I am constantly hungry.  If I don't eat I am one cranky B.  And I drink water like its my job!  All day long in huge amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am obsessed with trampolines. To this day, I ask my parents if they will buy me one.  And they always tell me the same thing... "Grow Up Natalie!" To which, I respond...."Never!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7678337128052111343?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7678337128052111343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7678337128052111343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7678337128052111343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7678337128052111343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been Tagged!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-2369259215250856739</id><published>2007-04-24T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:04:33.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Beat Goes On...</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend was amazing. Beautiful weather, long bike rides, and birthday celebrations. On Saturday, I made the 1.5 hour drive to Bel Air, MD to take a class with the one-and-only &lt;a href="http://soundsofscience.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristina Contes&lt;/a&gt;. Loved her class. Loved meeting her. And LOVED seeing her mini-books IRL. It was total inspiration and so amazing to look, feel and see a real life glimpse of her art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ri3pCPI2NkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uxoIq1EZQk4/s1600-h/CIMG2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056954181239584322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ri3pCPI2NkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uxoIq1EZQk4/s320/CIMG2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, I got to sit next to this super cute and happy girl named &lt;a href="http://creativeblessing.blogspot.com"&gt;Vee&lt;/a&gt;. Little did I know that I had seen her amazing work on &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com"&gt;TwoPeas&lt;/a&gt; before, AND had even stumbled across her blog once before. Its funny how that works (and how you realize that after you already left the store). Its just to nice to meet other scrappy friends. Especially scrappy friends that live near me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056955525564347986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ri3qQfI2NlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YpR4HKSF1r4/s320/CIMG2409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, the grandma turned 91 on Saturday.  Yep, she's still kicking it, old school if you will.  That pacemaker of hers is really doing a fantastic job.  She was rocking a sweet ass red sweater outfit (totally 80's), with her oh-so-cute curly gray hair-do.  If I look as good as she does when I'm 91, or even 71, I'll be one hot looking grandma.  And you know that means Matt will still be trying to get some if I still hot.  Ha.  Anyways, I think the best part of the evening was that she actually smiled for *some* of her birthday pictures.  And of course, there was delicious food, lots of guests, lots of drinking, and laughs all night long....just like any typical Bolivian parrrttayyy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still working on my mini-book from Saturday, but will post when I'm done.  And I'm almost done with this week's &lt;a href="http://scrapjacked.blogspot.com"&gt;scrapjack&lt;/a&gt;.  Whoop whoop!  Love me some Heidi Swapp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-2369259215250856739?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2369259215250856739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=2369259215250856739&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2369259215250856739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/2369259215250856739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='And the Beat Goes On...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Ri3pCPI2NkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uxoIq1EZQk4/s72-c/CIMG2406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-1698618582616200672</id><published>2007-04-20T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:00:04.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random List</title><content type='html'>What happens when you're emailing with friends while bored at work? You start emailing the most random of random stuff. So, Maggi and I decided to create Random Lists. Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color at the moment is pink.&lt;br /&gt;I used to want to be a lawyer, just like Matlock.&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to be a back-up dancer for all &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt; music videos.&lt;br /&gt;I hate olives. All kinds. All colors. This is quite unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade is my favorite drink. It reminds me of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;One of my all-time favorite books is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Sisters-Judy-Blume/dp/0440243750/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-8851155-6973418?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1177082492&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Summer Sisters &lt;/a&gt;by Judy Blume.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't shaved my armpits in 3 years. Its ok b/c I &lt;a href="http://www.sallyhansen.com/bd/waxes_gels.cfm"&gt;wax&lt;/a&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;I am deathly scared of motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;I secretely wish I spoke 5 lanuages: English, Spanish, Italian, Mandarin, &amp;amp; Russsian. (2.5 down, 2.5 to go!)&lt;br /&gt;I think calf muscles are the sexiest part of a man.&lt;br /&gt;Thai food is by far my favorite ethnic food. Especially Thai noodles.&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is my role model. He inpires me to go great things.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the World Cup was on every day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe b/c I miss seeing Christiano Ronaldo. See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055535725340407266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rije9PI2NeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/378dKIK9lJ4/s320/Christiano-Ronaldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055535944383739378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RijfJ_I2NfI/AAAAAAAAALY/0Wd3i8zGicM/s320/Cristiano+Ronaldo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055536176311973394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RijfXfI2NhI/AAAAAAAAALo/g3nEijWWoXc/s320/shirtless-cristiano-ronaldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In other news, isn't this little guy the cutest thing in the world? He is my friend's baby, and quite possibly the first baby I decide to scrapbook. I've never scrapped about anything baby-related. Only grown up moments, stories, events, etc. This could turn out to be quite challenging. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055538293730850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RijhSvI2NiI/AAAAAAAAALw/ijdOj1BIXEo/s320/Mateo+Chacon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055538736112481842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RijhsfI2NjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DkrpglzS7F4/s320/Mateo+Chacon+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I'm so happy its the weekend! I have a lot going on this weekend, including a class with the oh-so-talented &lt;a href="http://soundsofscience.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristina Contes!&lt;/a&gt; Very excited about that. And....I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-1698618582616200672?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1698618582616200672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=1698618582616200672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1698618582616200672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/1698618582616200672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-list.html' title='Random List'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/Rije9PI2NeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/378dKIK9lJ4/s72-c/Christiano-Ronaldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7690646546443190261</id><published>2007-04-18T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:13:14.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>I got to thinking about nicknames today.&lt;br /&gt;I think nicknames are an awesome thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes nicknames even replace our real names.&lt;br /&gt;Like I have this friend, who is actually more of a friend of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;And she goes by Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Just Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;And I love that. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;In my family, we have tons of nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;Erika is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Babish&lt;/span&gt;. Dad gave her that one.&lt;br /&gt;Mauricio is either Mo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mauroy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mauroy&lt;/span&gt;2k,&lt;br /&gt;Or more recently baptized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cagon&lt;/span&gt;2k.&lt;br /&gt;Mauricio will call my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rockefeller&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Who knows where he got that from)&lt;br /&gt;And Erika and I nicknamed the cat Fatty.&lt;br /&gt;And Louie is nicknamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Goobie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marcelo&lt;/span&gt; goes by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chubi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, most people just call me Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; Natty. Or Nattielyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sohale&lt;/span&gt; used to call me Zero.&lt;br /&gt;Because back then I was a size 0.&lt;br /&gt;And when I used to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; basketball&lt;br /&gt;they called me Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Which was totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;So, speaking of nicknames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Guess who didn't file their taxes last night because they were too drunk to type?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that would be me. Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7690646546443190261?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7690646546443190261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7690646546443190261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7690646546443190261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7690646546443190261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-3070914409293994151</id><published>2007-04-16T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:10:40.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness &amp; Sweetness</title><content type='html'>So, I was sick last week. &lt;div&gt;I called out sick Thursday &amp; Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to be honest I rather have been as sick as I was then have to go to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT is how much I'm hating my job right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I did manage to get out Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, all dressed up &amp;amp; drugged up on Advil Cold &amp; Sinus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times on this 4-day weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did some power scrapping too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of the four layouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053979537064858258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RiNXnKDYEpI/AAAAAAAAALI/U05rCkkYmgQ/s320/today1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-3070914409293994151?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3070914409293994151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=3070914409293994151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3070914409293994151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/3070914409293994151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/04/sickness-sweetness.html' title='Sickness &amp; Sweetness'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/RiNXnKDYEpI/AAAAAAAAALI/U05rCkkYmgQ/s72-c/today1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415601.post-7942381398016316225</id><published>2007-04-09T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:23:37.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hits the Nail on the Head</title><content type='html'>Found this &lt;a href="http://www.coping.org/adultlink/theories/designtest.htm"&gt;Design Test&lt;/a&gt; and of course I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, this is totally 110% accurate. &lt;br /&gt;Do the test and be scared. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it said about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carefree. Playful. Cheerful.  You love a free and spontaneous life. And you attempt to enjoy it to the fullest, in accordance with the motto: "You only live once." You are very curious and open about everything new; you thrive on change. Nothing is worse than when you feel tied down. You experience your environment as being versatile and always good for a surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is even more accurate than the Chinese assessment of my animal, the Dog.  Which after doing this quiz, I only give the Chinese thing a 92% accuracy rating.  Although, according to Erika, I am a total fualt finder and would make an excellent secret agent.  Alright, two posts in one day?? This is total craziness, even for me! Off to Italian class I go. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415601-7942381398016316225?l=nataliezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7942381398016316225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415601&amp;postID=7942381398016316225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7942381398016316225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415601/posts/default/7942381398016316225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliezarela.blogspot.com/2007/04/hits-nail-on-head.html' title='Hits the Nail on the Head'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10530144916171431752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qU1jFmvsx0k/SBCACP6s86I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Yh4NUJ0sUOA/S220/DSC_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
