tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75379737070919844742024-03-21T08:18:49.989-07:00Natalie AnnNatalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-54322767701327364512013-07-18T21:12:00.000-07:002013-07-18T21:16:46.641-07:00"Perfection"<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Sooo..I haven't blogged in forever. No one probably even reads my blog anymore, however I came across this article a couple of months ago and it really touched me. I know it's long, but I promise it is worth your time. I feel like everyone feels the need to make their lives look "perfect" and glamorous, and to prove something, especially via social media. And all we do is enable this disease by posting comments like "perfection" or "too perfect". Life is beautiful, but it is not perfect. No one is perfect. I just want to challenge everyone to be real. I hope this touches someone else, like it touched me. Enjoy...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">As a warning, the following post was written in complete desperation. I have recently learned some very sobering truths from people that I love dearly. These truths have set in motion a quest within me to do whatever I can to make a change. Today is not geared at funny. Today is geared at something greater. Read it to the very end. I promise you will be affected in a way you have always needed to </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">be. I spent more than twelve hours writing this post because its message is that important to me.<br /><br />I wonder. Am I the only one aware that there is an infectious mental disease laying siege on us right now? There is a serious pandemic of “Perfection” spreading, and it needs to stop. Hear me out because this is something for which I am passionately and constantly hurting. It’s a sickness that I’ve been trying to put into words for years without much success. It’s a sickness that I have personally struggled with. It’s a sickness that at times has left me hiding in dark corners and hating myself.<br /><br />And chances are it’s hit you too.<br /><br />What is the disease called ”Perfection”? Perhaps a list of its real-life symptoms will help you better understand it. We live in communities where people feel unconquerable amounts of pressure to always appear perfectly happy, perfectly functional, and perfectly figured. “Perfection” is much different than perfectionism. The following examples of “Perfection” are all real examples that I have collected from experiences in my own life, from confidential sources, or from my circle of loved ones and friends. If you actually stop to think about some of these, you will cry as I did while writing it. If you don’t, maybe you’re infected with way too much of this ”Perfection” infection.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a wife who feels trapped in a marriage to a lazy, angry, small man, but at soccer practice tells the other wives how wonderful her husband always is. “Perfection” keeps people from telling the truth, even to themselves. My husband is adorable. He called me a whore this week because I smiled at a stranger. When I started crying, he said he had a game to go watch. I love him so much.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a husband who is belittled, unappreciated, and abused by his wife, yet works endlessly to make his marriage appear incredible to those around him. ”Perfection” really does keep people from being real about the truth. You would have laughed, guys. She said that I suck at my job and will never go anywhere in life. Then she insinuated that I was a fat, rotting pile of crap. Isn’t she the best?<br /><br />“Perfection” is a daughter with an eating disorder that keeps it hidden for years because she doesn’t want to be the first among her family and friends to be imperfect. She would give anything to confront it, but she can’t because then the “Perfect” people would hate her as much as she hates herself for it.<br /><br />“Perfection” is when a son has a forbidden addiction, and despises himself for it. “Perfection” makes us believe that nobody else could understand what it is like to be weak and fall prey to the pressures of the world.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a man who loathes himself for feeling unwanted attraction toward other men.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a couple drowning in debt, but who still agree to that cruise with their friends because the words “we don’t have the money” are impossible ones to push across their lips.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a mom hating herself because she only sees that every other mom around her is the perfect mother, the perfect wife, and the perfect neighbor. I’d give anything to be Mrs. Jones. Today she ran 34 miles, cooked six complete meals, participated in a two-hour activity with each of her seven children, hosted a marriage class with her husband, and still had time to show up for Bunco. What this mom doesn’t know is that Mrs. Jones is also at home crying right now because the pressure to be “Perfect” never lets up.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a dad hating himself because he can’t give the same thing to his kids that other dads do, and then hates himself further because he takes his self-loathing out on his kids behind closed doors. You know what would have been nice? If you were never born. Do you realize how much money I’d have right now? Now come give Daddy a hug because I can force you to give me validation.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a child hating herself because the boys at school call her fat, and when she goes home she tells her mom that school was fine. Her mom never stops to question why her daughter doesn’t have any friends, because her mom doesn’t want to think that anything might be less than “Perfect”.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a man feeling like a smaller man because his neighbor just pulled in with a new boat.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a woman who is so overwhelmed that she thinks about killing herself daily. “Perfection” makes it so that she never will because of the things people will think if she does. How could I make my suicide look like an accident? If I kill myself, I don’t want anybody knowing that I ever had any problems. She never stops to look at why she wants to do it, because healing means admitting imperfection.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a man who everybody heralds as perfect, and inside he is screaming to be seen as the faulty human being that he always has been. Because to no longer be “the perfect one”, that would be freeing.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a woman having an affair because she’s too afraid to confront the imperfection in her marriage.<br /><br />“Perfection” is a twelve-year-old boy killing himself because he is ashamed that he can’t stop masturbating.<br /><br />Stop, and read that one again.<br /><br />There is a twelve-year-old boy buried 20 miles from where I sit because the “Perfection” that has infected the people around him infected him to the point that he deemed his own life worthless. “Perfection” pushed him to take his own life over something most of us would consider negligible in the life of any teenage boy.<br /><br />“Perfection” is my friend’s cousin swallowing hundreds of pills because she just got the news that she was pregnant, out of wedlock, and the shame was too much to bear. She was only attempting to cause a miscarriage. 24 hours later, she closed her eyes and never opened them again. She is dead because of the “Perfection” infecting those around her. We’d rather you die than shame this family. Thanks for taking care of that, honey. By the way, we’ll do the right thing and make ourselves out to be the victims now. We have to. We’re infected with “Perfection”.<br /><br />I could go on. This is all a small sampling of the disease called “Perfection”. You have brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, extended family members, neighbors, friends, and children who are ALL these things, yet none of us will ever know. “Perfection” is a hideous monster with a really beautiful face. And chances are you’re infected. The good news is, there is a cure.<br /><br />Be real.<br /><br />Embrace that you have weakness. Because everybody does. Embrace that your body is not perfect. Because nobody’s is. Embrace that you have things you can’t control. We all have a list of them.<br /><br />Here’s your wake-up call:<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who feels worthless sometimes.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who took your frustrations out on your children today.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who isn’t making enough money to support your lifestyle.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who has questions and doubts about your religion.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who sometimes says things that really hurt other people.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who feels trapped in your marriage.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who gets down and hates yourself and you can’t figure out why.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one that questions your sexual orientation.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one who hates your body.<br /><br />You aren’t the only one that can’t control yourself around food.<br /><br />Your husband is not the only husband who’s addiction sends him online for his sexual fulfillment instead of to you.<br /><br />Your wife is not the only wife that is mean and vindictive and makes you hate yourself.<br /><br />Why didn’t somebody, anybody, put their arm around that 12-year old boy and let him know that they loved him and would always love him? What was he being told and taught that he would end his own life over something that almost no teenager can control? Maybe that beautiful and wonderful boy would still be alive if even one person had broken down the “Perfection” that completely controlled all those in his life from whom he desperately craved validation.<br /><br />Why didn’t somebody, anybody, tell a beautiful pregnant girl that there was nothing so big in life that it couldn’t be made right. Maybe that incredible young woman would still be alive. Maybe her now one-year-old child would be learning to walk or say “Mommy” right now. Maybe.<br /><br />Maybe.<br /><br />The cure is so simple.<br /><br />Be real.<br /><br />Be bold about your weaknesses and you will change people’s lives. Be honest about who you actually are, and others will begin to be their actual selves around you. Once you cure yourself of the disease, others will come to you, asking if they can just “talk”. People are desperate to talk. Some of the most “perfect” people around you will tell you of some of the greatest struggles going on. Some of the most “perfect” people around you will break down in tears as they tell you how difficult life is for them. Turns out some of the most “perfect” people around us are human beings after all, and are dying to talk to another human being about it.<br /><br />You’ll love them for it. And you’ll love yourself even more.<br /><br />Let’s not forget this quote: “I went out to find a friend and could not find one there. I went out to be a friend, and friends were everywhere.” Somebody who is being a friend doesn’t spread “Perfection”. Somebody who is being a friend spreads “Real”. Then, and only then, can we all grow together.<br /><br />I am not perfect, nor do I want anybody to think of me as such. Here’s my dose of real:<br /><br />I once stole a box of money that was meant for a child with cancer. There was more than $150 inside. That was 12 years ago, and I still hate the person in me that did that.<br /><br />I believe in God, but not religion. It took me 30 years to find the courage to say that. It took me 30 years to believe that I could be a good man and still believe that.<br /><br />I once got so angry at my wife that I hit the wall. The dent is still there, haunting me every time I see it because I never thought that was something I would do.<br /><br />I once sat in my bedroom crying uncontrollably because I felt like everybody thought I was fat and ugly. I was a full grown man.<br /><br />There are some people I avoid bumping into in public because I feel like I’m not as good as them.<br /><br />I judge people harshly who share the same features that I hate about myself.<br /><br />Sometimes I’m sad. Sometimes I’m not funny. Sometimes I just want to be alone. Sometimes I stay at home on a weekend because I just don’t want to see the “Perfection” going on around me. Sometimes I want to drop-kick a perfect person’s head across the room.<br /><br />“Perfection” infects every corner of society. It infects our schools. It infects neighborhoods. It infects our workplaces. This is not to say that there aren’t a lot of genuinely, happy people. I am one of those people. Most of the time. There is nothing more beautiful than a person finding true happiness in who they are and what they believe. No, this is not me trying to diminish the happiness in others. This is merely me pathetically attempting to put a face on a problem that I see everywhere but few people ever notice.<br /><br />This is me, weeping as I write, asking the good people of the world to find somebody to put their arm around and be “real”. This is me, wishing that people would realize how beautiful they are, even with all of their imperfections. This is me, sad and desperate for the girls in this world to love themselves. This is me, a very imperfect man, trying to help others feel a little more perfect by asking you to act a little less perfect.<br /><br />Will you help me spread “Real”? Tell us below just how perfect you aren’t. You never know who might be alive tomorrow because you were real today. You never know who needs to feel like they aren’t alone in their inability to be perfect. Even if you comment as an anonymous guest, please comment. Tell us what you struggle with. Tell a sad or dark secret. Get vulnerable. Get real. Let’s see if we can get 1,000 people showing the world that we’re not defined by perfection.<br /><br />And please, *please please share this post*. If you want the people around you to start being real, you have to be real first. If it’s your first time here, we’d love to have you follow us. I promise it’s not always this intense (or nearly this long). I’ll post something really funny tomorrow. Credit: Dan Pearce Single Dad Laughing <a href="http://www.danoah.com/2010/09/disease-called-perfection.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.danoah.com/2010/09/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>disease-called-perfection.html</a></span>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-9974149522197092892012-05-20T16:14:00.000-07:002012-05-20T16:14:15.512-07:00My mom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know I am a week late but I just wanted to do a post in honor of my beautiful mother. (Wasn't she a total babe?!) </div>
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Happy Mother's day mom! I miss going shopping with you, going to the movies with you, having you do my hair every day, sitting on your tub and talking to you every night while you got ready for bed, your laugh, your smile, and most of all, your unconditional love. Thanks for being the ultimate example of an amazing woman to me, and thanks for watching over me. I hope you're proud. I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck! </div>
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Love always,<br />Nattie</div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-58806727125595810402012-04-19T21:06:00.008-07:002012-04-19T22:05:56.558-07:00It's Okay Not to Be Okay<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXqW6zRXYclbX7Fgs1bmrRx9QGZJtTzsu-1LgdWqlKQTd-CMdBVVP3PN6Dqaa20-n4reTeZZ1y6fi9MhkhuNh5Ebu64Rkf5ZHLGup-_sk3kcgHj4s77PgjiSgRsxyN6fCmFKCbTrQYPo/s1600/okay.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXqW6zRXYclbX7Fgs1bmrRx9QGZJtTzsu-1LgdWqlKQTd-CMdBVVP3PN6Dqaa20-n4reTeZZ1y6fi9MhkhuNh5Ebu64Rkf5ZHLGup-_sk3kcgHj4s77PgjiSgRsxyN6fCmFKCbTrQYPo/s320/okay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733340734015133234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6GtA9v2sdjNgrSyyueds2GZWKWGu0gpZKJiRaahzqkOMx_KfiCh_hTqu0cz7YLXi5lcm6EEYReXd1g7plQ25AVgl8vKTkF0UMSWc2Ur7h2B2zl4S0OOLMbF11HRIPKlykcYxQgtJZXU/s1600/heartbreak.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6GtA9v2sdjNgrSyyueds2GZWKWGu0gpZKJiRaahzqkOMx_KfiCh_hTqu0cz7YLXi5lcm6EEYReXd1g7plQ25AVgl8vKTkF0UMSWc2Ur7h2B2zl4S0OOLMbF11HRIPKlykcYxQgtJZXU/s320/heartbreak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733340608530143602" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>If I've learned anything throughout my life, it's that it really is okay not to be okay. Nothing offends me more than when people tell me that I need to move on. Every time someone says that or even hints around that idea, my blood begins to boil. I feel like screaming, "IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN 3 MONTHS!" And keep in mind, people were telling me this after about one month. The person I love more than anything in this world, the person who knew me better than anyone else, my best friend, my Trev, passed away and I'm <i><b>not</b></i> okay. I get to miss Tanner, I get to think about him, I get to be sad, I get to keep on loving him. I don't want to forget about him, I want to keep him alive in my heart. No, it doesn' t mean that my life has to end, or that I have to be defined by this, but I feel like I am allowed to mourn. It has almost been 10 years since my mom passed away and I still miss her and think about her every single day.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Grieving is a very interesting process...and no one can tell you how to do it. I've already been through it once but now that I'm older, I have been paying more attention to it and how you really do go through phases. Everyone grieves differently...but for me, the phases come in waves. They just come out of the blue and hit me like a bus. I can go from feeling guilty, to being sad, to extremely angry, then right back to sad. I'm realizing that is normal though. And it's totally okay not to be super happy all of the time. A huge chunk has been ripped out of my heart. It physically hurts. And I know that the only thing that will heal my broken heart is to go through this process and not push any of these feelings aside. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Anyway, sorry for my rambling, I just wanted to throw it out there that if you're having a hard time, it's okay not to be okay. You don't always have to be strong. So cry your eyes out, scream, get mad, do whatever you need to do...because after all, you gotta feel it to heal it. </div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xgDCxhEgMEc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Y2icHOgC5U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-59743702860461361542012-04-03T12:00:00.001-07:002012-04-03T12:55:46.745-07:00Grateful<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>I have been thinking about doing this post for a long time and I would feel very ungrateful if I didn't post it so, here goes.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>June 21, 2002 was a HORRIFIC, awful, terrible day from hell. It was the day we got in our car accident and my mom passed away. I honestly didn't think that I would have another day that would even come close to comparing to that. Boy was I wrong. February 9, 2012 was my worst nightmare. And now, sits right next to June 21, 2002 on the list of Natalie's worst days ever. The call I got that morning shattered my world, and forever changed my life. I still get physically sick when I think about receiving that news. I wanted to disappear into thin air right then and there. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening to me. But it is so very real, and it did happen to me, and I am still living this nightmare...and the worst part? There is nothing I can do to change it. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>Now, the part of the story where I feel so grateful. I feel grateful for the people in my life. The angels that are in my life that have truly carried me through this. Ever since that day, I have had immense support that hasn't stopped. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>First, I want to thank my roommates. I am so blessed to live with such amazing girls who are truly my good friends. I especially want to thank Kyndra. I think she is the first person who heard me sobbing. She came into my room and asked if everything was okay. As soon as I told her, she grabbed my phone, called my dad and told him he needed to get here. She called my boss and told her I wouldn't be at work. She sat with me until my dad got there even though she was supposed to be at work. Also, a huge thank you to Hollie, who also sat with and comforted me. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>Next, my family. My dad came straight to my apartment and so did Brooke. My dad and Susie have spent countless hours comforting me and helping me through this. As soon as Kristi got the call, she packed a bag and within 15 minutes, she and her family were on their way from St. George. Kristi had a 6 page paper due on Saturday and a 10 page paper do on Monday but she stayed at my dad's all weekend. She drove back to St. George on Sunday and then flew into SLC on Tuesday morning for the funeral. Talk about an incredible sister. Brooke and Brandon came with me to the mortuary and were there for support when I saw Tanner for the first time. Brooke has had me over for dinner, given me rides all around town, and just listens to me when I'm having a bad day. Again, incredible sister. My sweet, sweet grandparents came to my dad's the day it happened. Few things are as comforting as being in my grandma's arms. They also came to the funeral, which meant so much. And, so did my Aunt Sharon. I will be forever grateful to those who came.</div><div style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>My best friends are amazing! Maria left school as soon as she could and came to my apartment to just sit with me. She spent late nights at my dad's house, came to the viewing and stayed with me throughout the whole thing, drove me to the funeral, and also spent that whole day with me and took me home. I honestly don't know what I would have done without her! She also kept my spirits up as much as possible with her fun personality and great sense of humor :). When I called Lexi on Thursday morning to tell her what had happened, and that I needed her to come to my dad's, she didn't ask any questions...she jumped in her car and drove right to my dad's house to be with me. She came to the viewing and funeral as well. She let me invade her house and let me wallow there for a few days. I can expect a text from her every day, at about the same time, asking how that day is. Mallory and Cortney, who both came to the viewing/funeral. I don't think people really understand how much it means to have that kind of support. But to me, it meant the world and I will be forever grateful to those who came. When my mom passed away, one of my friend's, Jordan Jeppesen, came with his mom to her funeral. To this day I still remember that act of kindness and I will never forget it. I don't think he knew how much that meant to me and still does. Thank you to Liz and Karley, for their numerous phone calls and text messages just to let me know they are here for me. And thank you to Karley for driving up to spend the weekend with me when I really needed her. </div></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>And last, but certainly not least...The Adams family. Words cannot express the love and admiration I have for this family. Not only are they some of the strongest people I know, but also some of the most genuine. I loved them from day one and always wanted to be a part of their family...to spend the holidays with them, to go on family vacations, even just to share the last name "Adams". However, they will always be family to me and they have treated me as nothing less. Tanner once said to me, "Just remember, you'll never find a mother-in law that will love you as much as Cindy." And he's probably right. :) I'm so grateful for her, she is definitely one of my angels and has kept me going on the days that I want to give up. I feel a little piece of Tanner every time I get a bear hug from her. Like Maria said, "Tanner has your mom in heaven and you have his mom here on earth." How true that is and how blessed I am for that. The whole family's strength is inspiring to me. I would <b><i>never</i></b> wish any of this upon anyone but if I have to go through this, I'm grateful that is with an amazing family like the Adams. I truly know that Heavenly Father (and I'm sure my mom had a hand in it as well) blessed me with them. I know Tanner would be so proud of all of them. I love that family more than they will ever know! </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>Thank you to everyone who came to visit me, called me, wrote me a card, texted me, sent me flowers, prayed for me, sent a Facebook message, or even commented on this blog. I was overwhelmed with the love and support that was shown to me. I heard from people who I hadn't heard from in years. It is so nice to know that people care. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>So again, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to everyone who has helped me and showed me support. You have all helped make this trial a little more bearable and it means more than you'll ever know. </div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-29261985301871447012012-03-10T10:24:00.002-08:002012-03-10T10:37:15.724-08:00Tanner Rick Adams<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/38257590?portrait=0&color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Thank you to Taylor Ballam for this amazing video! Click <a href="http://vimeo.com/ballamfilms">here</a> to see more of his amazing work.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe it has been a month since I lost the love of my life and my best friend. I don't really even know what to say besides I miss him every second of every day. I miss his smile, his cute giggle, his jokes...I miss everything about him. My heart hurts. I think everyone that knew Tanner has a broken heart. He had an amazing light about him...and I will be forever grateful that I was blessed by his amazing spirit. I can't wait until the happy reunion when I get to see him, and my mom again. For now, they better be helping me out throughout my journey here on earth! Heaven is so blessed to have a new angel. Mom, take care of my new angel...and Tan, give my mom one of your amazing bear hugs for me. </div></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-8227984204961125082011-12-03T12:18:00.000-08:002011-12-03T12:19:28.451-08:00A Thought For the Day...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERjn7v1RWgiIwEabT_K_ZeGe70xs6jdV-RAmo6nR-NOxLz_ipmhRHEV_G-uX0MCUEzvyG2pw-Wd3HAp8WKij6ecAvAxkBbEOiSXkTZeDlJz5Hx2IAELu5IMxIo9Yymp2U1fYpYTl-eM8/s1600/happiness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERjn7v1RWgiIwEabT_K_ZeGe70xs6jdV-RAmo6nR-NOxLz_ipmhRHEV_G-uX0MCUEzvyG2pw-Wd3HAp8WKij6ecAvAxkBbEOiSXkTZeDlJz5Hx2IAELu5IMxIo9Yymp2U1fYpYTl-eM8/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681999271545060930" /></a>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-4248374294016178532011-11-14T22:20:00.000-08:002011-11-14T23:36:13.600-08:00We can do hard things!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgUMyPobu3H7QsfOgy1RVelW7kyT9xLK5ov4cVTX2zDmeXIu2DHo3fkvMyHsq6ZEzHk_g_foRdLPl5uwjo6lgOPiVqJBN-Mpc9l_K_r6CeY43O-pCvG5CJe6ZYHw1bcmW9BNrG1fUC5E/s1600/falling+apart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgUMyPobu3H7QsfOgy1RVelW7kyT9xLK5ov4cVTX2zDmeXIu2DHo3fkvMyHsq6ZEzHk_g_foRdLPl5uwjo6lgOPiVqJBN-Mpc9l_K_r6CeY43O-pCvG5CJe6ZYHw1bcmW9BNrG1fUC5E/s320/falling+apart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675118893426722194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgZKPRPpK3UVhKNIt5CgRjOgQyzmXVLsuxN5ZNiD0cgHyI21DANoFhQUtzi8sqQI5cnqJI1j2E2tQDFbXNZKhz4tt2dmKbOfZd9Tn6Mlx3IqyDPyvuY89wSaNHyM8s9QGasSmyQByJOE/s1600/hard+things.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgZKPRPpK3UVhKNIt5CgRjOgQyzmXVLsuxN5ZNiD0cgHyI21DANoFhQUtzi8sqQI5cnqJI1j2E2tQDFbXNZKhz4tt2dmKbOfZd9Tn6Mlx3IqyDPyvuY89wSaNHyM8s9QGasSmyQByJOE/s320/hard+things.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675107988839347938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDzlz_CF3WZS9krp8_QHCGjh1x0MG7-7-GwRUgsOPRxIceoiZ1UkgI36kMkoiesW4FZ5L9a17ReeU9Pk9MCsS9kT-0gS9p38NAt5Q1_AQr-mT0xt9z5b7Jq5CmrGelrtBL3nPkHwQn9b0/s1600/work+out.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDzlz_CF3WZS9krp8_QHCGjh1x0MG7-7-GwRUgsOPRxIceoiZ1UkgI36kMkoiesW4FZ5L9a17ReeU9Pk9MCsS9kT-0gS9p38NAt5Q1_AQr-mT0xt9z5b7Jq5CmrGelrtBL3nPkHwQn9b0/s320/work+out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675106085514329794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSfAFBNMH1ysiU4X6Grnzc2-KO0EHd0CXElbH1jyK78jxRHFhRrl24k2wSutaV6cJreTkowdnBxoC0Oyyt8tC_-xdlp7gLP0WLxB2nByb1ChBUEkUwf7B7SQNL6vCdKH-AtvgFxZRA4E/s1600/Christ.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSfAFBNMH1ysiU4X6Grnzc2-KO0EHd0CXElbH1jyK78jxRHFhRrl24k2wSutaV6cJreTkowdnBxoC0Oyyt8tC_-xdlp7gLP0WLxB2nByb1ChBUEkUwf7B7SQNL6vCdKH-AtvgFxZRA4E/s320/Christ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675106021652176066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />I'm apologizing ahead if this post sounds a little preachy or churchy-but the reason I'm writing it is to give </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">myself</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> some reassurance and hope. I'm writing this to remind myself why I'm here and why I should "keep on keepin on". So, if it helps anyone else out then its a win-win situation :) Life has been extra hard lately. It's crazy how everything can go from being so "perfect" to complete and utter chaos. There are many of my loved ones going through HARD things. And all I want to be able to do is save them and make everything better. I keep wondering, "Why won't Heavenly Father help them? Why won't he fix this? How can he let innocent people suffer so much?" My dad keeps reminding me that we all have our agency and God won't step in and take that away from us. I keep trying to remind myself that this life is a test...with many trials. And its up to us to decide if we are going to let these trials destroy us, or strengthen us. I have felt very alone and empty lately. Then I remembered this quote from one of my favorite talks...</span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"We know that on some level Jesus experienced the totality of mortal existence in Gethsemane. It's our faith that he experienced everything- absolutely everything. Sometimes we don't think through the implications of that belief. We talk in great generalities about the sins of all humankind, about the suffering of the entire human family. But we do not experience pain in generalities. We experience it individually. That mean Jesus know what it felt like when your mother died of cancer- how it was for your mother, how it still is for you. He knows what it felt like to lose the student body election. He knows that moment when the brakes locked, and the car started to skid. He experienced the slave ship sailing from Ghana toward Virgina. He experienced napalm in Vietnam. He knows about drug addiction and alcoholism.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">..But he'll stay in that room if you put him there. The door to him is always open, but the door to you can be closed and stay closed - if you choose to close it. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If there is one great constant in the universe is the unfailing love of the Savior, the other great constant is his unfailing respect for human agency. He will not override your will, even for your own good. He will not compel you to accept his help. He will not force you to accept his companionship. He leaves you free to choose</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He's not waiting for us to be perfect. Perfect people do not need a Savior. He came to save us in our imperfections. He is the Lord of the living, and the living makes mistakes. He's not embarrassed by us, angry at us, or shocked. He wants us in our brokenness, in our unhappiness, in our guilt and our grief. </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You know that people who live in a certain latitude and experience long winter nights can become depressed and even suicidal, because something in our bodies requires whole spectrum light for a certain numbers of hours a day. Our spiritual requirement for light is just as desperate and as deep as our physical need for light. Jesus is the light of the world. We know that the world is a dark place sometimes, but we need not walk in darkness. The people who sit in darkness have seen a great light, and the people who walk in darkness can have a bright companion. We need him, and he is ready to come to us, if we'll open the door and let him in."</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><i><h1 class="CommonTitle" style="color: rgb(19, 18, 18); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: 500; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-style: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:28px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-Chieko N. Okazaki (Lighten up)</span></h1><h1 class="CommonTitle" face="Verdana" size="28px" style="color: rgb(19, 18, 18); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: 500; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I often feel like no one truly understands how I feel and what I am going through. This talk is a great reminder that there IS one person who does know. </span><i><h1 class="CommonTitle" style="color: rgb(19, 18, 18); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: 500; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-style: normal; display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana;font-size:28px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; "><i><h1 class="CommonTitle" style="color: rgb(19, 18, 18); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: 500; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-style: normal; display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana;font-size:28px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">How comforting it is to know that my Savior, Jesus Christ, knows EXACTLY what I have been through and continue to go through. He</span></span></h1></i></span></h1></i><i><h1 class="CommonTitle" style="color: rgb(19, 18, 18); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: 500; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-style: normal; display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana;font-size:28px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> atoned for each and every one of our sins and sacrificed His life for me. He is willing to take upon all of our pain but like the talk says, we need to be humble enough to go to Him, ask for His help, and let Him in. </span></span></h1></i></span></h1></i></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrEQWoF0DJf87vpiC5kJFwvXz5plp2LG5McpeXyzM00gEB0r4y1dB1F9chi6qbwCSZN5UrE2MjM8OUpOBCrZ_sNPumm5xF0huMH0XCSSXvS1ehJQbV7g2hO1Mv5Ocro9FdLjI_5HPfwI/s1600/eventually.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrEQWoF0DJf87vpiC5kJFwvXz5plp2LG5McpeXyzM00gEB0r4y1dB1F9chi6qbwCSZN5UrE2MjM8OUpOBCrZ_sNPumm5xF0huMH0XCSSXvS1ehJQbV7g2hO1Mv5Ocro9FdLjI_5HPfwI/s320/eventually.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675105956754972194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Our destiny is greater than we can imagine. If only we understood who we are and what is in store for us, our hearts would overflow with such gratitude and happiness that it would enlighten even the darkest sorrows with the light and love of God, our Heavenly Father. The next time you feel unhappy, remember where you came from and where you are going. Rather than focus on things that dampen your thoughts with sorrow, choose to focus on those things that fill your soul with hope."</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;"><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(50, 68, 101); font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Reflection in the Water</span></h1><h1 face="'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(50, 68, 101); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">President Dieter F. Uchtdorf</span></span></h1></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdD4HQ0kOadxXxcu5MW-I3sYLOXwScdqvxPvBr-VYGxbh2gjcr1PpsvOCnxWsWE9V8Ba9elyndYw7cvHuqP9pkmsY37_Y2IzVXHa4CiR_YDD1SHBkx8X5ABNS8Ha3AmlYOjdvl3nWnKcE/s1600/amazing+love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdD4HQ0kOadxXxcu5MW-I3sYLOXwScdqvxPvBr-VYGxbh2gjcr1PpsvOCnxWsWE9V8Ba9elyndYw7cvHuqP9pkmsY37_Y2IzVXHa4CiR_YDD1SHBkx8X5ABNS8Ha3AmlYOjdvl3nWnKcE/s320/amazing+love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675105109844845426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">“Think of the purest, most all-consuming love you can imagine. Now multiply that love by an infinite amount—that is the measure of God’s love for you. God does not look on the outward appearance. I believe that He doesn’t care one bit if we live in a castle or a cottage, if we are handsome or homely, if we are famous or forgotten. Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely. Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God love encompasses us completely. He loves us because He is filled with an infinite measure of holy, pure, and indescribable love. We are important to God not because of our résumé but because we are His children. He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken. God’s love is so great that He loves even the proud, the selfish, the arrogant, and the wicked. What this means is that, regardless of our current state, there is hope for us. No matter our distress, no matter our sorrow, no matter our mistakes, our infinitely compassionate Heavenly Father desires that we draw near to Him so that He can draw near to us.” </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1039317.Dieter_F_Uchtdorf" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dieter F. Uchtdorf</span></a></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm truly so thankful to have the gospel in my life. I feel like I need to express it more...especially with the holiday season just around the corner. It is the perfect time of year to reflect on all of our blessings and to remember the true meaning of the holidays. For now, I'm going to take one day at a time, remember that there is a bigger plan for us that I can't comprehend, and a reason for everything we go through. God is mindful of us and wants us to succeed. We CAN do hard things! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If anyone made it this far, good job and thanks for reading. :) Love you all! </span></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-617671605856079752011-11-09T22:33:00.000-08:002011-11-09T22:33:05.420-08:00Hope Ya Know, We Had a Hard Time<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wz41YxNiHEg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div>I needed to hear this today. I hope it helps someone else too! </div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-82910098259646862822011-09-27T12:01:00.000-07:002011-09-27T12:08:58.313-07:00Under the weather<div style="text-align: center;">This is basically how I'm feeling today....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYas9xclkp0d6XYw2LDs4OKcvCHv1_catXYuDHDiuLi8qXzcnaquNsyjVyyJcuDeqwJlxWAQWW8vcI85cQmt35rVEw4J0LOdnpc9TrVarkmyXJIOQprtxHxxVZAQSjCPGEXT1AjPf7wzE/s1600/sick.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYas9xclkp0d6XYw2LDs4OKcvCHv1_catXYuDHDiuLi8qXzcnaquNsyjVyyJcuDeqwJlxWAQWW8vcI85cQmt35rVEw4J0LOdnpc9TrVarkmyXJIOQprtxHxxVZAQSjCPGEXT1AjPf7wzE/s320/sick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657116937747115330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I went to the good old doctor this morning and the verdict is Strep throat. Really??? If I'm going to be sick at least it could be the flu so I can lose some weight! haha jk..but seriously! I can't remember the last time I've felt this sick...I can't swallow or talk without my throat being in severe pain. Thankfully I got some antibiotics so hopefully they will kick in soon! I can't afford to be sick right now! But for now...I'll be lying on the couch watching OTH & Modern Family re-runs. If anyone wants to bring me a jamba juice, you are more than welcome to! :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo...</div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-87163880925374573132011-09-26T16:50:00.001-07:002011-09-26T17:03:38.030-07:00Funnies<div style="text-align: center;">If you need a good laugh today....keep reading!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXpOWgJ4iGqh-KHx1FN88R5FN_2y3WV7t41nqBH8mX0naw3dCFkezHUsBOxr-Ijt5Ner1FgK6_bjXIgWvQWvBKtQN3K-wDiOs8Ri92vuwWorSiUWAkAew877Pvzs7nfsyfefzbkkJPqE/s1600/one+word.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXpOWgJ4iGqh-KHx1FN88R5FN_2y3WV7t41nqBH8mX0naw3dCFkezHUsBOxr-Ijt5Ner1FgK6_bjXIgWvQWvBKtQN3K-wDiOs8Ri92vuwWorSiUWAkAew877Pvzs7nfsyfefzbkkJPqE/s320/one+word.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656822254932578706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Just ask Tanner...! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9i5HCOxhVD3PmL7OAVV9qhrTNhZhFwxf4Zv7TervPcJ3fGTrvSiPLv6qF2Lo4FNvNIxEAcHVHKCtTo71KFCs4ZLnp26ce6VNZUQw0MXKySlIWYVNdk9SWLrdojjYuHFQWJQICV3rLHQ/s1600/men.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9i5HCOxhVD3PmL7OAVV9qhrTNhZhFwxf4Zv7TervPcJ3fGTrvSiPLv6qF2Lo4FNvNIxEAcHVHKCtTo71KFCs4ZLnp26ce6VNZUQw0MXKySlIWYVNdk9SWLrdojjYuHFQWJQICV3rLHQ/s320/men.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656822022380618306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">YUP!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh642fwl4NPyqoj72S4ZE5D-H12r8Qk2N0-6q72XgqwLuQHjKyo1gWbsQ1WEwICFK5jePJzBRm2FjAgERnt2WKfzxqRnSxiGX-Bfwy4Oo-TtBMcvLR_m6asnI9tZQ_0Fv9Uef-9HPjRaQo/s1600/dad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh642fwl4NPyqoj72S4ZE5D-H12r8Qk2N0-6q72XgqwLuQHjKyo1gWbsQ1WEwICFK5jePJzBRm2FjAgERnt2WKfzxqRnSxiGX-Bfwy4Oo-TtBMcvLR_m6asnI9tZQ_0Fv9Uef-9HPjRaQo/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656821829794924706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">bahaha Thanks Pops :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpF8SOq0nKCo_s99BU9AnVZ1Mq7XS4js-kEC40RHDMK74HPfWsf3Gu-ItWeUoQ6tfjcQcT-icrN3g0Ua8ZnuPExEM11m6rDOP_KW7c7fdWUuKnNmvNYeNHsb6ynqaws8NvBXDhVcVBak/s1600/money+problems.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpF8SOq0nKCo_s99BU9AnVZ1Mq7XS4js-kEC40RHDMK74HPfWsf3Gu-ItWeUoQ6tfjcQcT-icrN3g0Ua8ZnuPExEM11m6rDOP_KW7c7fdWUuKnNmvNYeNHsb6ynqaws8NvBXDhVcVBak/s320/money+problems.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656821395258218562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5nMEnAy1ziLu4vQOI_rLJTqGH2DBilZVNehfR_-hTrjMGdTQrg6tSBjQFXyNTblAo9Rzv0VCf8ISoYg2GlIVKZ2banf4X6-l0L-iBlnirc_Q3Kj01Q7ySN27f486KVPnW1s6_-raGzI/s1600/rebecca+black.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5nMEnAy1ziLu4vQOI_rLJTqGH2DBilZVNehfR_-hTrjMGdTQrg6tSBjQFXyNTblAo9Rzv0VCf8ISoYg2GlIVKZ2banf4X6-l0L-iBlnirc_Q3Kj01Q7ySN27f486KVPnW1s6_-raGzI/s320/rebecca+black.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656821258347680834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">You know it's true!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG18afOcomsC8nBj8KMIQ-_C4RvADLtge5ArlxFj8xKhOnFuuvmDFs7ZvQ_M7osptMtXBefr4qZaOToX80HWkiC42zc3Ed_ELmcIRNLUfE8uabczqZLae198l3j4x48dWyUiJsmX7EFgA/s1600/what.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG18afOcomsC8nBj8KMIQ-_C4RvADLtge5ArlxFj8xKhOnFuuvmDFs7ZvQ_M7osptMtXBefr4qZaOToX80HWkiC42zc3Ed_ELmcIRNLUfE8uabczqZLae198l3j4x48dWyUiJsmX7EFgA/s320/what.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656821117310034450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This happens to me frequently!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfHMjHHQrjTrzKZo9zZK2W-RNw5E0Pxy6xII5QUwE9wl_XSR6YWOxmopafYuJERJJI9DDV7Uy7PNPKzMDRA2kEQ27dyTEKJ_55EZEl3EpMNIsum0Y0oD5QSOAutZ-yz9WdCR-zGg4-HY/s1600/facebook.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfHMjHHQrjTrzKZo9zZK2W-RNw5E0Pxy6xII5QUwE9wl_XSR6YWOxmopafYuJERJJI9DDV7Uy7PNPKzMDRA2kEQ27dyTEKJ_55EZEl3EpMNIsum0Y0oD5QSOAutZ-yz9WdCR-zGg4-HY/s320/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656820830378538322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I know some people I'd like to send this to...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgseqTkSDPNd_Qneqfe0Rl3apjDwMVVY9Ux2AfRflMqxijmTUwInj_mbrps6_t6K_OvYgJ6bxfx-4l8ZTK3QmwKIztoFNA5jHf49gTCHGBcbYMHFrun1FMGTQuwbieuapZWlIb4OvNhcAg/s1600/10+lbs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgseqTkSDPNd_Qneqfe0Rl3apjDwMVVY9Ux2AfRflMqxijmTUwInj_mbrps6_t6K_OvYgJ6bxfx-4l8ZTK3QmwKIztoFNA5jHf49gTCHGBcbYMHFrun1FMGTQuwbieuapZWlIb4OvNhcAg/s320/10+lbs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656820764991721906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">haha so me!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvwR-pwrtcNmNf3C16pae9-K4M3iYwnLHNV7qz_cfG4Oe5WdNCYBgbW20XxPUwLYdPoZkfcCBUgSo93nFKPoTN7QZfaDVZLpQsxl1iyKXXZHdMFjlpbFh6-_ix56ryb5u5eeWqxE-o1A/s1600/sarah+bff.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvwR-pwrtcNmNf3C16pae9-K4M3iYwnLHNV7qz_cfG4Oe5WdNCYBgbW20XxPUwLYdPoZkfcCBUgSo93nFKPoTN7QZfaDVZLpQsxl1iyKXXZHdMFjlpbFh6-_ix56ryb5u5eeWqxE-o1A/s320/sarah+bff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656820247647744978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I could see this happening to me!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Uf-1iky5v3s5ef4jYa9SPwD33WqePtD-I5PiFc3hmEJMPaV9WBg6Bl8J3x4tmFCPzkH3JPPCS4LZmqJdYoYR_YAAYz5uYn8J0_R-1qpH6ycWqegjIALyqGRLF23swB9vkY9jtGQ4esw/s1600/debt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Uf-1iky5v3s5ef4jYa9SPwD33WqePtD-I5PiFc3hmEJMPaV9WBg6Bl8J3x4tmFCPzkH3JPPCS4LZmqJdYoYR_YAAYz5uYn8J0_R-1qpH6ycWqegjIALyqGRLF23swB9vkY9jtGQ4esw/s320/debt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656820182897521986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJLcy11jNnZJH-20j95sQQ9RHp_nIXOveAwoaDp-6RzUD75lX94ovLUevktvBtgSPkuwytnguTyQ8RDt51X87XdRMxveKCMm752UxIL_PHGvUcYPJ68aYHQUxMfxchvOLpVQ_J0g_HwQ/s1600/momcell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJLcy11jNnZJH-20j95sQQ9RHp_nIXOveAwoaDp-6RzUD75lX94ovLUevktvBtgSPkuwytnguTyQ8RDt51X87XdRMxveKCMm752UxIL_PHGvUcYPJ68aYHQUxMfxchvOLpVQ_J0g_HwQ/s320/momcell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656820128850650450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">:) :) </div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-8645866519516204982011-09-16T18:29:00.001-07:002011-09-16T18:48:09.400-07:00Missing you....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcW23tk607Eoo5CoeaIWRot23GSE8WcfluJMyQ7-B2wueJ5CygKbsfFLT9FXHHM0LtYQVwYA0pjsg_k_sOdeTuvLLvGHv4B3Z7A1P1yQKVshfng6UtlfK7WkOugxLHqZnPVL_9_Xdi0I/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcW23tk607Eoo5CoeaIWRot23GSE8WcfluJMyQ7-B2wueJ5CygKbsfFLT9FXHHM0LtYQVwYA0pjsg_k_sOdeTuvLLvGHv4B3Z7A1P1yQKVshfng6UtlfK7WkOugxLHqZnPVL_9_Xdi0I/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653137586760526994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I am really missing this boy today...thank goodness I get to see him in 2 weeks!!! It has been <i>really </i>hard not having my best friend around for the past little while but, as they say, distance does make the heart grow fonder. I can't wait to see my Trevor!!! I LOVE YOU Tan. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDjInOak9Z-Z8eEwVMSuTrsGv_hC4i59HhcW6Q8qkWvtb8ZEu2PMl2o5x8w_FL1Lmb6AcW3m1LiCtNTKy-sCy6EU0dBjIyYMRhvIczt0yMi31kO2MxOXwBg3oSKgjDbKlT0urU0yK0jQ/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDjInOak9Z-Z8eEwVMSuTrsGv_hC4i59HhcW6Q8qkWvtb8ZEu2PMl2o5x8w_FL1Lmb6AcW3m1LiCtNTKy-sCy6EU0dBjIyYMRhvIczt0yMi31kO2MxOXwBg3oSKgjDbKlT0urU0yK0jQ/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653137350751422706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0WolrOhLVtBmLCZJ4IutKqIUH7gNWArmZ2VovuVFVDLkb_W7YkO0x5P2OSum61fXyrjik1RCjBgOqXr8Jc43TFAZhjCiqeTe-xQVmKkVttaJchxnYbL-Gg2n6DQlT4QzY4MD2WiGh9o/s1600/worstbest.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienvOZbk6H50GPautM9ti2Y_7yKlAoiCm5xdlNhiWx-TwjYPCdrne72EpuZqEmdETJEITOvR-EKDO4RbWEwdux0oIjGLZFayljCLiELyfD1kOVq_vRQoKw8YqOkRTa1MPc450okGDDCN4/s320/waiting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653135031366652498" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw64rTPDHmdFR7N4_2Fus1XJqFxDA5taR-apy2Yrvy_dJZnlLFFf-ZKpewoyqt0P4kjE4z-nKjv5JQ6NesCjdzbMMduzzV8ylKaygk_1GMFQ6xbRCL13jyYfbeT8Sdv5wS5V-2g3TaEbA/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw64rTPDHmdFR7N4_2Fus1XJqFxDA5taR-apy2Yrvy_dJZnlLFFf-ZKpewoyqt0P4kjE4z-nKjv5JQ6NesCjdzbMMduzzV8ylKaygk_1GMFQ6xbRCL13jyYfbeT8Sdv5wS5V-2g3TaEbA/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653134904248179810" /></a>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-47499970326126609912011-09-15T17:45:00.000-07:002011-09-15T18:11:01.696-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEaQ8h1tYSA8A1B0fQ1gdq89-TE6_xpVo5WE9GvW46McwAl-bEyItGzAfnn_BUtShFL_x9IlpZGzbb-fUyKSGBAp2hcZTrPVKCsbflFi6bduZb1GVzny5pjT-iM7ixfUvZHj3p76Dpbw/s1600/bad+day.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEaQ8h1tYSA8A1B0fQ1gdq89-TE6_xpVo5WE9GvW46McwAl-bEyItGzAfnn_BUtShFL_x9IlpZGzbb-fUyKSGBAp2hcZTrPVKCsbflFi6bduZb1GVzny5pjT-iM7ixfUvZHj3p76Dpbw/s320/bad+day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652752272478782354" /></a> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Today was beyond overwhelming. It was just one of those days when I wanted to give up. I'm pretty sure every call I got at work was a bad one...it must have been upset customer day. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> I'm normally not a Debbie Downer but the past few days I have been. I thought maybe it would be therapeutic to blog...so sorry for the "poor me" post but this is my blog after all. :) Life is hard. Lately I can't help but think thoughts like, "Why me?" or "Why did this happen to me?" As I was reading something it said when we are feeling that way instead of asking, "why me" we should ask "What could I learn from this experience?" Easier said than done, I know. But I'm going to try to work on that. This life is a test after all...and without trials where is the test? Sometimes I just find it hard to believe that I agreed to all of these trials before I came! The bottom line is I did and I've got to endure it and learn from it. Here's to hoping that someday this pain will all make sense! xoxo</div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-24508376573557599372011-06-27T14:56:00.001-07:002011-06-27T15:52:53.555-07:00Catching up!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Once again, I'm really behind! So I thought I would do an update with lots of pictures...everyone likes pictures, right?! I've had a fun spring/summer so far...lets hope it just keeps getting better!<br /><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExiFeJUF8o34PWBvTK_V1DdJ4kV65gPmT_lcatyDUaDz7fldwEi4DdPSmci_QOpCUj6-poTm8-cs3L64w72VeSG_8Ojrtz4zWkj4JEZrM1EtRsh9H-4MkUtyUU_bA_DXuZvByqQm0uBE/s320/167.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623035986319900434" /><div style="text-align: center;">Wrong order but birthday dinner with my sweet friends!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXkSpZaJnnt3wQHXrI0dcSNppJ7WFdpEhm4tc8pkzHxV1s71VG3LhSg9CavyXlNzRkaKj0CsaaYHSAH5nmq2IN3VSMEgvPil7Pk-rZrlzxWSZsX_8ugH1xZQoqophO_GJepIfKlMrAKc/s1600/028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXkSpZaJnnt3wQHXrI0dcSNppJ7WFdpEhm4tc8pkzHxV1s71VG3LhSg9CavyXlNzRkaKj0CsaaYHSAH5nmq2IN3VSMEgvPil7Pk-rZrlzxWSZsX_8ugH1xZQoqophO_GJepIfKlMrAKc/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623034278750692082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">80's dancing at Liquid Joe's for Tanesha's birthday</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_uQ5vZgS5x9ORtojn4dQi-tFiLsTY6WJHTXKOh3Gziu5DKuUoslxzhyphenhyphenInExcWGIfYkuacyukzHeGg9cvPMX4AE017o_wVVqCXbOZ6YmU15reE7WWRbOQpxFB58rcblatcwckJp7F754/s1600/043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_uQ5vZgS5x9ORtojn4dQi-tFiLsTY6WJHTXKOh3Gziu5DKuUoslxzhyphenhyphenInExcWGIfYkuacyukzHeGg9cvPMX4AE017o_wVVqCXbOZ6YmU15reE7WWRbOQpxFB58rcblatcwckJp7F754/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623033882664612354" /><div style="text-align: center;">Taco Tuesday with Jon before he left :(</div></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUyaAJvJ_MWdaGGt_rW2ZsgGCKaGfOwkK32Og00FtINs-_78iwJdw9lR0LjqcvobkYZUQQ9uB3ub0Cj8acONjoW56s7lfgzck4oC7UyhtklxYqXk8uxhPlUOK_Z6TOy7kBhOP3xH6Lcg/s1600/052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUyaAJvJ_MWdaGGt_rW2ZsgGCKaGfOwkK32Og00FtINs-_78iwJdw9lR0LjqcvobkYZUQQ9uB3ub0Cj8acONjoW56s7lfgzck4oC7UyhtklxYqXk8uxhPlUOK_Z6TOy7kBhOP3xH6Lcg/s320/052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623033516494586514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Classic Skating</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07nKgnR6x9aeK3Z4dAUx8Q3jjiNyTFoYuOAPO1o1hlqBXF_JWsaq73mAlRuo78AoE3fqzNPK_MO-jGTib3CdOFexUUkyvturMvR-nQrrvdYoM060w3VGIqarY3yzMAMOiUbXbt9SlXvA/s1600/IMGP2463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07nKgnR6x9aeK3Z4dAUx8Q3jjiNyTFoYuOAPO1o1hlqBXF_JWsaq73mAlRuo78AoE3fqzNPK_MO-jGTib3CdOFexUUkyvturMvR-nQrrvdYoM060w3VGIqarY3yzMAMOiUbXbt9SlXvA/s320/IMGP2463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623033073184570402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Scooter rides on summer days</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjijVaReHzT_8-YvUpG803wlIGnxmFhxZSXU3aD7LyBJa1IpcnOXCmfvo-akVP_GcFgujqz2ZS-jNT0MsZnF0_otqOBVcAEgjNxy410KDGFw5IqGi2o9IdTpmRPO3dwLaCmPlvMGLkT4MU/s1600/082.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjijVaReHzT_8-YvUpG803wlIGnxmFhxZSXU3aD7LyBJa1IpcnOXCmfvo-akVP_GcFgujqz2ZS-jNT0MsZnF0_otqOBVcAEgjNxy410KDGFw5IqGi2o9IdTpmRPO3dwLaCmPlvMGLkT4MU/s320/082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623032468584246722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Eden's blessing day :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuDbcEesXygSEaeG0AnG_b4TkGAIi9EvDj6L4jzMKGTl2aEHwp7sZP2aHPbLUvq9j3viR70mmc1v7ckkmxn-HuKh4tl6fdKICHzSVCE20oKY5-50kgAsTRqFpBoOZAtPwlNj9qJJ-9_0/s1600/091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuDbcEesXygSEaeG0AnG_b4TkGAIi9EvDj6L4jzMKGTl2aEHwp7sZP2aHPbLUvq9j3viR70mmc1v7ckkmxn-HuKh4tl6fdKICHzSVCE20oKY5-50kgAsTRqFpBoOZAtPwlNj9qJJ-9_0/s320/091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623032187206782562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cort's graduation party</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmaeginHqRIPMbZf-EbON_xsZDNTNsW-LfbX1UWlGILdKn1lV95zouxxIKeNutu62z0295MVvKWQZygofEa0UYFxBq56o0Z51T4Uo_ZhrjtpDQ4ylv6_k23hUKWtLR4CNPhTvyXkmlVQ/s1600/103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmaeginHqRIPMbZf-EbON_xsZDNTNsW-LfbX1UWlGILdKn1lV95zouxxIKeNutu62z0295MVvKWQZygofEa0UYFxBq56o0Z51T4Uo_ZhrjtpDQ4ylv6_k23hUKWtLR4CNPhTvyXkmlVQ/s320/103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623031825774861202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">REAL game</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CJHNYZr9jimESmecyvQRbN0DUWkEZNdWCBofOEJBZfdFwSaqvHZZ-Cn-kLMUW16FQEr6YMDCLFaQ4qcVP1m-eDAx6V0vP0s2FAC_lZA_hQGpX9XofbSU5JrkMiFzUQAW9jKc45igr9c/s1600/113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CJHNYZr9jimESmecyvQRbN0DUWkEZNdWCBofOEJBZfdFwSaqvHZZ-Cn-kLMUW16FQEr6YMDCLFaQ4qcVP1m-eDAx6V0vP0s2FAC_lZA_hQGpX9XofbSU5JrkMiFzUQAW9jKc45igr9c/s320/113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623031456387567746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovThJ7QzGOTVIHJpyokagTv5HXVVnEoZAltR-K2be8RfHSaelS4h1tO-XXCZravflIESq-1wOt0vcH4Hg832X4WWxBIL9xMaWSYR29tK-wmme3Frk87UnDte-fYlzmcdkukqxo63Rvyo/s1600/117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovThJ7QzGOTVIHJpyokagTv5HXVVnEoZAltR-K2be8RfHSaelS4h1tO-XXCZravflIESq-1wOt0vcH4Hg832X4WWxBIL9xMaWSYR29tK-wmme3Frk87UnDte-fYlzmcdkukqxo63Rvyo/s320/117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623031027521361650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ethan's baptism</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfcukzXjAhDbsO8PvgBKnEzlK-uR8gdH9gh4wSvSTlazilvGLfqgoSVn0xQH6zNIcv33KcTitPXpn2XKPiQKh0Yn3R7lK00WpTUOUd9K5zSv1JiE0FKo3IyFwemYyVCMC7gH3vuGVONA/s1600/130.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfcukzXjAhDbsO8PvgBKnEzlK-uR8gdH9gh4wSvSTlazilvGLfqgoSVn0xQH6zNIcv33KcTitPXpn2XKPiQKh0Yn3R7lK00WpTUOUd9K5zSv1JiE0FKo3IyFwemYyVCMC7gH3vuGVONA/s320/130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623030667791250002" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6jSLnPyp7xBvrXXbczZxVVz_vnEq3kTd5JkBFxcGynfPdqcqZIlk9dv11X2lGdN4jMqyBQpNYWBCdyPHSgb4eVNvim7zBQe6822likof1gHf3WudomnSt5GrACcqwPLvoE6uY4f0rOs/s1600/186.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6jSLnPyp7xBvrXXbczZxVVz_vnEq3kTd5JkBFxcGynfPdqcqZIlk9dv11X2lGdN4jMqyBQpNYWBCdyPHSgb4eVNvim7zBQe6822likof1gHf3WudomnSt5GrACcqwPLvoE6uY4f0rOs/s320/186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623028273067879554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My 22nd birthday! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOGzZQrsiG4lMqocQgbGXx_71Uj5-rvdL0vWnsgDJopp0z_54TOpAOD3V6jO6pyxi9XBOrUUph9lmnYwXYaqmPvYwt0tyxMgIEl6GtgL1UL2WlaUyfGrafIx6nR66XgTIB44GjmeP2Mg/s1600/198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOGzZQrsiG4lMqocQgbGXx_71Uj5-rvdL0vWnsgDJopp0z_54TOpAOD3V6jO6pyxi9XBOrUUph9lmnYwXYaqmPvYwt0tyxMgIEl6GtgL1UL2WlaUyfGrafIx6nR66XgTIB44GjmeP2Mg/s320/198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623027913915497842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Celebrating with Tan!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGabCjw96A9h0K9KSFKPu78TX7chIo2LfVsTkXBBiLYnA0DDExZ1LaoJxoShZF4-YzKo15QFqhu4Tv3x33TQ0q5SJYuLWVru8fUAkgQq5rY5HgbOzRwLbcRU7tqBYm45ROMuv6qseNKQ/s1600/212.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGabCjw96A9h0K9KSFKPu78TX7chIo2LfVsTkXBBiLYnA0DDExZ1LaoJxoShZF4-YzKo15QFqhu4Tv3x33TQ0q5SJYuLWVru8fUAkgQq5rY5HgbOzRwLbcRU7tqBYm45ROMuv6qseNKQ/s320/212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623027270450962466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Day at Lagoon</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCQYYa2DTudvCCi0-U9oORO3xxcdL43tyLoCfneWJ9vqtMBpaqIANq6b0YivPkOzg9I-U9gU-FOP19Gkym0v1DkMGO6HOoMsp9odEsA6u3YiG-Pi16lEP4L_FTMgLZxQs-M9epooMjs4/s1600/214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCQYYa2DTudvCCi0-U9oORO3xxcdL43tyLoCfneWJ9vqtMBpaqIANq6b0YivPkOzg9I-U9gU-FOP19Gkym0v1DkMGO6HOoMsp9odEsA6u3YiG-Pi16lEP4L_FTMgLZxQs-M9epooMjs4/s320/214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026936330669858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Trip to Monticello</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFo3v2wVlQMoqSKUBwmQkx0Fm3t1c73B7Fe9mld8OjGD8Qrr2wcjrSgjvBML1HExZN8BMogDU9-YkW87MjyR-6BhfxbC8k2uvmD66hM492caGiLjaHv_G5HVrfDpJHnq7OkElZpHGnaM/s1600/222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFo3v2wVlQMoqSKUBwmQkx0Fm3t1c73B7Fe9mld8OjGD8Qrr2wcjrSgjvBML1HExZN8BMogDU9-YkW87MjyR-6BhfxbC8k2uvmD66hM492caGiLjaHv_G5HVrfDpJHnq7OkElZpHGnaM/s320/222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026526399879762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Can you see the horse head??</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DpKpg8o1_MluLJE3sB12kQ0d238T4QqPt0CQ-G2PqTxZA5X6G49MdrEJeL9EKR2jOn7m3Vl1V-9KE9vTGAaRz8THjQgCArtax9jBlJjgG1nxlk7H1Ryb6vFDnnY_yHBYJzXgUANqUDI/s1600/209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DpKpg8o1_MluLJE3sB12kQ0d238T4QqPt0CQ-G2PqTxZA5X6G49MdrEJeL9EKR2jOn7m3Vl1V-9KE9vTGAaRz8THjQgCArtax9jBlJjgG1nxlk7H1Ryb6vFDnnY_yHBYJzXgUANqUDI/s320/209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623025487248847874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">FINALLY reunited with my best friends!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw9h-tPAvZDt2SNfzE-DDMGin_FbMMDNiW00Y1Nmta0KEM1ujqwRg-j9dgj4f9qK_ySZYVgNO-7vOvozTSmHTgV5Wd6z9Maw4tfmLd-U9CBvuGhdwpe1zZdzRzUqJKmrFySD45H9gKLk/s1600/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw9h-tPAvZDt2SNfzE-DDMGin_FbMMDNiW00Y1Nmta0KEM1ujqwRg-j9dgj4f9qK_ySZYVgNO-7vOvozTSmHTgV5Wd6z9Maw4tfmLd-U9CBvuGhdwpe1zZdzRzUqJKmrFySD45H9gKLk/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623024725688844290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Summerfest</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfceThjavfO0Gzs5DdiA2YXQ9G4XNZdvHCwLcohLGtuyb5orFtFbjCpKeGZBSthEBHIJ-RYW29s66EsIrTRsowUaiPNJMF3ptC-LSa2gucAXHtCsj0gveVymyGkpxYY9z1xLCDA8v67s/s1600/011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfceThjavfO0Gzs5DdiA2YXQ9G4XNZdvHCwLcohLGtuyb5orFtFbjCpKeGZBSthEBHIJ-RYW29s66EsIrTRsowUaiPNJMF3ptC-LSa2gucAXHtCsj0gveVymyGkpxYY9z1xLCDA8v67s/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623024395501861554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hiking.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLj_M_DNhgxDXMLJYNz1g6quo9qyYWTvl7QroWgH5hfXL3uWLjy1qm4rxwkregyUAQjVaG6169SNd-ZIOdzYFIeWkHP8xG1bjPfYVxpIC1F8a6SugWHzydtPsPNw294ZD1hqR1Gsk6nMA/s1600/024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLj_M_DNhgxDXMLJYNz1g6quo9qyYWTvl7QroWgH5hfXL3uWLjy1qm4rxwkregyUAQjVaG6169SNd-ZIOdzYFIeWkHP8xG1bjPfYVxpIC1F8a6SugWHzydtPsPNw294ZD1hqR1Gsk6nMA/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623023787430828594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bike ride on the two-seater</div><br /></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-11004532132198750222011-05-18T17:51:00.001-07:002011-05-18T18:01:10.560-07:00Happy.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYymmcJS1HVor_LF-_m2dm5gcgDy2S4ma3AZVqVw0-Xb_I7ILoNh_lchyphenhyphenSjp2O-9PkU2_DLKSaBIpp_iD1GU413gNjcSlaXaRo6PRyjugyLB1yckKKeXElgOW1QB2SPE1oqbptuKx6V5M/s1600/IMGP2398.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYymmcJS1HVor_LF-_m2dm5gcgDy2S4ma3AZVqVw0-Xb_I7ILoNh_lchyphenhyphenSjp2O-9PkU2_DLKSaBIpp_iD1GU413gNjcSlaXaRo6PRyjugyLB1yckKKeXElgOW1QB2SPE1oqbptuKx6V5M/s320/IMGP2398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608223575154662466" border="0" /></a>I have a lot of updating to do but I thought I'd share one picture for now. This is one of my favorite pictures ever. Haha I look like a dork but that's why I love it...I think it clearly shows how happy I am. I saw my aunt Vickie the other day and she was asking about my "new boy" So I got all excited and told her how great things are going! She then said, "Well obviously! Look at you light up! I've never seen you light up like that when talking about anyone else before!" Anyway, I just had to share that because I wanted to remember it. I've had so many people tell me how happy I seem and I love to hear that because well, I am very happy! I'm really grateful that Tanner came back into my life. I don't want to get too mushy gushy but I just wanted to share! I love this boy.... :)<br /></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-55464055892165210742011-05-18T17:42:00.001-07:002011-05-18T17:50:27.459-07:00MIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG91WKMx_MUWuDnGZ0RoRVQT4K4iVfljuU4AdYnPC7NcLAS3f4f9e_r84u7NqcoAnc9yr3837Zq9e7hpvZgvVuNL2ncvp7rF1f3uWzxIwWXeA26KyM4ULkyH6m_is33pSU6WgZAHLA_Lg/s1600/the5lovelanguages.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG91WKMx_MUWuDnGZ0RoRVQT4K4iVfljuU4AdYnPC7NcLAS3f4f9e_r84u7NqcoAnc9yr3837Zq9e7hpvZgvVuNL2ncvp7rF1f3uWzxIwWXeA26KyM4ULkyH6m_is33pSU6WgZAHLA_Lg/s320/the5lovelanguages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608222380786456930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Okay so I sort of forgot about my blog for awhile but I'm back now! I thought I'd share my thoughts on a book I recently read. It's called, "The Five Love Languages". I received it as a wedding gift from my friend, Dani, but never read it until now. (go figure) But I'm so glad I finally did read it! It really is a great book and I would highly recommend it to everyone. It talks about how everyone has a different way of expressing and interpreting love and it teaches you how to learn your significant other's "love language". It's directed toward married couples but I think that anyone who wants to have a successful relationship should check it out!<br /> Happy Reading. :)<br /></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-7384062358284502812011-04-18T18:52:00.000-07:002011-04-18T18:55:57.739-07:00Day Twenty-Eight<div style="text-align: center;">Day 28:</div><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite movie...this is hard because I love movies so I have a lot of favorites! Here are some of them.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX38wfJ9iXco2lkixPriLTBbDnEHu3NtGK5M2vCFd00uc1EaFPh65lSlCjiHgdzvuuc8XUU_ifQRDsZjMV5Vsuin7_DrC8iBQva2hR0wILH3dYdYUR3TB7ar4eGx93Hd3Wc7iENlAS748/s1600/a+lot+like+love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX38wfJ9iXco2lkixPriLTBbDnEHu3NtGK5M2vCFd00uc1EaFPh65lSlCjiHgdzvuuc8XUU_ifQRDsZjMV5Vsuin7_DrC8iBQva2hR0wILH3dYdYUR3TB7ar4eGx93Hd3Wc7iENlAS748/s320/a+lot+like+love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597107338439945954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWaf09UMIdPMOUTFSvImGdI1WyCIPlHJIPrdM_ujrlZAYEHVVjtF3ZeKXaM0kd1nty5FEJasqXgBvEpqCc-9uP8KSr3-k6PEvBGSIBxtexV6PQog02B-lw_58tr7akU3vLJ_37l7BIiQ/s1600/how-to-lose.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWaf09UMIdPMOUTFSvImGdI1WyCIPlHJIPrdM_ujrlZAYEHVVjtF3ZeKXaM0kd1nty5FEJasqXgBvEpqCc-9uP8KSr3-k6PEvBGSIBxtexV6PQog02B-lw_58tr7akU3vLJ_37l7BIiQ/s320/how-to-lose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597107279031152466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb95C6cG9ulAJg_e7NG7pZADoRZPAq1MVEorPLQH8R_oxQxvJx91XqoKfHMss52eHbHbW3zqopEZdrNRjoh7ZQioEEcv416l3aw_qkJZ4G8h8AKJR2BolIuFPHasOjiBy1bpC2YJRlXb4/s1600/my+best+friends+wedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb95C6cG9ulAJg_e7NG7pZADoRZPAq1MVEorPLQH8R_oxQxvJx91XqoKfHMss52eHbHbW3zqopEZdrNRjoh7ZQioEEcv416l3aw_qkJZ4G8h8AKJR2BolIuFPHasOjiBy1bpC2YJRlXb4/s320/my+best+friends+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597107107140718162" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmSsJGUvbXs_rsqPSdVeWHoyhvvD3JTNLwwrXitsbIADfZJmpwxvCZA6W2UqEfdTd9r6PeE_jS4di0eCGRSUzdu-CFnutHayK8rpWLWzK2kB9UVZ3PAzwzqHRFZWlnPdtiSsFPSTXOy0/s1600/the-devil-wears-prada.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmSsJGUvbXs_rsqPSdVeWHoyhvvD3JTNLwwrXitsbIADfZJmpwxvCZA6W2UqEfdTd9r6PeE_jS4di0eCGRSUzdu-CFnutHayK8rpWLWzK2kB9UVZ3PAzwzqHRFZWlnPdtiSsFPSTXOy0/s320/the-devil-wears-prada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597106977160196578" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13ZsGXV0NFHhhqWaAqDiHlu56dgp4053X7QVDrlNpHoREuW_ZYLpiss4oADL1C7i-TFPpBr1zlhguYXdfLgphYo_dQV897E9gQRU6tTH1DrGpTC8rMr4ktmsyxG991ftmFiFUWRClMAI/s1600/what+about+bob.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13ZsGXV0NFHhhqWaAqDiHlu56dgp4053X7QVDrlNpHoREuW_ZYLpiss4oADL1C7i-TFPpBr1zlhguYXdfLgphYo_dQV897E9gQRU6tTH1DrGpTC8rMr4ktmsyxG991ftmFiFUWRClMAI/s320/what+about+bob.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597106920466698546" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-50645383678368878952011-04-08T14:37:00.000-07:002011-04-08T14:50:05.342-07:00Day Twenty-SevenOkay, sorry for all the blog-challenge posts, I've just been way behind and I'm ready to be done with it! <br /><div align="center">Day 27:</div><br /><div align="center">A picture of me last year and how I've changed since then... </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQVYIKBaKMxDLQWd9NlCFMJHt9UXFf3u4zG3Jnfb8IHZJ2PIkdf2iaE99hi_mvCDF-LkCkW9tAls5FEzhdsBiqsLduCn0kcPuImLu-qlGk4DltdL_EMyj-QCMVQYE7TurEASWNaMBc1w/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593330702034520498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQVYIKBaKMxDLQWd9NlCFMJHt9UXFf3u4zG3Jnfb8IHZJ2PIkdf2iaE99hi_mvCDF-LkCkW9tAls5FEzhdsBiqsLduCn0kcPuImLu-qlGk4DltdL_EMyj-QCMVQYE7TurEASWNaMBc1w/s320/040.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"></a>I can't believe it has been a year since this picture was taken. It almost feels like this was from a different lifetime. Probably because I have changed so much since then...and I feel like for the better. The main difference between now and then is I was married then. I feel like I have grown-up a lot this past year! I have learned how to be happy on my own and I'm more independent than I used to be. I'm back in school now- I wasn't last year. I'm happier. I've made so many new friends. Overall, I just feel like a stronger person and I'm really happy with where I'm at in my life right now! </p>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-33074152890950868112011-04-08T14:20:00.000-07:002011-04-08T14:27:41.763-07:00Day Twenty-Six<div align="center">Day 26:</div><br /><div align="center">A picture of somewhere I've been to.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjan-0EcK6Y6-qNyRNkK1R6ysqpqcN0vFFTosm_QcfV-2tYQ9jUK6WED_u_WJ9kOTPJYNrIn-yp9GdjBiYpetZldTXAkGVEKpw63CUFEk9n2tVZvXfe4YxjdvlzN7Pzh6xPdqm7ZgRI00k/s1600/grandcayman.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593326783584855842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjan-0EcK6Y6-qNyRNkK1R6ysqpqcN0vFFTosm_QcfV-2tYQ9jUK6WED_u_WJ9kOTPJYNrIn-yp9GdjBiYpetZldTXAkGVEKpw63CUFEk9n2tVZvXfe4YxjdvlzN7Pzh6xPdqm7ZgRI00k/s320/grandcayman.jpg" /></a> This picture is at Sting Ray City in Grand Cayman. I went on a cruise to the Western Caribbean when I was in 8th grade and Grand Cayman was one of our stops. It is my favorite vacation spot I've been to yet! We got to swim with the sting rays-so cool yet so creepy! The water there is the prettiest, clear blue, and nice and warm. I would love to go back there someday! </div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-87914740078602921222011-04-08T14:06:00.000-07:002011-04-08T14:28:55.696-07:00Day Twenty-Five<div align="center">Day 25:</div><br /><div align="center">What's in your purse?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbiQPjG0THDqdXpqmjZUcynBRaGo1RTa5fS3C5k1XPBH258qKnx-sKsM2ELDyRvK0ANEIUTy2ZccVyeHWdvyWC1RwT_tHQchox6t7syjfuDJ3GpWn4BdnOmEJQW9mBAL_-X8p3onRp2KQ/s1600/937.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593323658556940018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbiQPjG0THDqdXpqmjZUcynBRaGo1RTa5fS3C5k1XPBH258qKnx-sKsM2ELDyRvK0ANEIUTy2ZccVyeHWdvyWC1RwT_tHQchox6t7syjfuDJ3GpWn4BdnOmEJQW9mBAL_-X8p3onRp2KQ/s320/937.JPG" /></a> First of all, my purse is my pride and joy...haha I wanted this forever and finally splurged in January...then got laid off 2 days later...oops! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhirjWz_ITpaKEFHrr5zncV1Iwv1tjl2lOIrscTrauy_-PGWS8MresH6HWOoLDBc0PIZtuuFIpnYLXcYS_sSS2A61gBkIYxzb274jRAB9ehiOD7N4PpkOWsCa_di7OKgkbC_pnJLoowtQ/s1600/935.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593323335151349186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhirjWz_ITpaKEFHrr5zncV1Iwv1tjl2lOIrscTrauy_-PGWS8MresH6HWOoLDBc0PIZtuuFIpnYLXcYS_sSS2A61gBkIYxzb274jRAB9ehiOD7N4PpkOWsCa_di7OKgkbC_pnJLoowtQ/s320/935.JPG" /></a> I have my little make-up bag which holds my lotion, lip-gloss, comb, tampons, etc. My wallet & check book. My ipod. My favorite 5 gum. My phone. Lip gloss. Pencils & Pen. Car keys. My camera cord. And, hand sanitizer! </div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-71414436857830782762011-04-03T15:24:00.000-07:002011-04-03T15:35:25.706-07:00Country Strong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nO6YlxhybMvwQP5pD7SoYkKxD2ZY3O1cZNV5WzqnKWo5gPxFuwv9mf6FvkF7gSNUPEdBBimUM4eJe9GVSS47qmI-y7fEBVJiPWA8hQasqVu8KrSSNQHetdGjmLdCc-WyW06VxuXzvXk/s1600/country-strong.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nO6YlxhybMvwQP5pD7SoYkKxD2ZY3O1cZNV5WzqnKWo5gPxFuwv9mf6FvkF7gSNUPEdBBimUM4eJe9GVSS47qmI-y7fEBVJiPWA8hQasqVu8KrSSNQHetdGjmLdCc-WyW06VxuXzvXk/s320/country-strong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591488896933448850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I went and saw Country Strong last weekend and I absolutely LOVED it! I have been wanting to see it since it came out. It finally came to the dollar theater so Maria and I decided to go. I loved the music, acting, and story-line! Who knew Gwyneth Paltrow could sing?! Anyway, if you like country music, you should go see this ASAP...you won't be disappointed!<br /></div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-79303948407018225712011-04-01T18:29:00.000-07:002011-04-01T18:31:32.366-07:00Wish you were here...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNtqjzCrFlT_WkxYgGkX65qkNoFrM2XBMXnj86zo89OR1elsD5GXiWowTHULH2C8HE4VRFo75_CyFg-02kIPlsrvXgi_Zv1FPF0_xXsLHnJwUibfjDhVpuuEW_UtmTwLfO6zgSq7KdUA/s1600/wish+you+were+here.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNtqjzCrFlT_WkxYgGkX65qkNoFrM2XBMXnj86zo89OR1elsD5GXiWowTHULH2C8HE4VRFo75_CyFg-02kIPlsrvXgi_Zv1FPF0_xXsLHnJwUibfjDhVpuuEW_UtmTwLfO6zgSq7KdUA/s320/wish+you+were+here.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590792477715915202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is how I'm feeling today. Seriously, most of my best friends and the people I love most live in different states than me! I miss them all so much....</div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-41926341213034105682011-03-27T16:37:00.000-07:002011-03-27T16:58:20.940-07:00Day Twenty-Four<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8mhDkOumJ_rxVaj1ReechVQGl9C5FZ_QmbUECBw6ZjBFUDfuGmxIRd7n-31_zPZFgAdUbH-UZD20c1xNXK5WAWw0Cgtwi9LgV7P5BJCU0tB2apy6x5UE4ScdDTH2S6uUI3nVGq5OO-E/s1600/chuck-bass-and-blair-waldorf.jpg">Day 24:</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Someone you would trade lives with for a day and why.<br /><br />I would trade lives with Blair Waldorf! Sure, she's a fictional character but she's who I choose. Why you ask? Well first of all she's beautiful! She has incredible style and gets to wear the best clothes. She can get away with being a total biotch...haha some days I wish I could act like that! She has Dorota to do everything for her, and last but not least, she gets to date Chuck Bass!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0aN4AVLI8dkoPf-lOhPz4pbPF9bY47K3_SudDfTgHPJuXnsdOEu20-RZ71Fy1c8QIC4qjBMcaXFH-Doh6avKO_OYCjR2DTe1botbpcs5G9dGbtrzcNT6dz5n9lqzpJg4H1E5fAXJ03w/s1600/Blair+Waldorf+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0aN4AVLI8dkoPf-lOhPz4pbPF9bY47K3_SudDfTgHPJuXnsdOEu20-RZ71Fy1c8QIC4qjBMcaXFH-Doh6avKO_OYCjR2DTe1botbpcs5G9dGbtrzcNT6dz5n9lqzpJg4H1E5fAXJ03w/s320/Blair+Waldorf+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588911153319337074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8mhDkOumJ_rxVaj1ReechVQGl9C5FZ_QmbUECBw6ZjBFUDfuGmxIRd7n-31_zPZFgAdUbH-UZD20c1xNXK5WAWw0Cgtwi9LgV7P5BJCU0tB2apy6x5UE4ScdDTH2S6uUI3nVGq5OO-E/s1600/chuck-bass-and-blair-waldorf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8mhDkOumJ_rxVaj1ReechVQGl9C5FZ_QmbUECBw6ZjBFUDfuGmxIRd7n-31_zPZFgAdUbH-UZD20c1xNXK5WAWw0Cgtwi9LgV7P5BJCU0tB2apy6x5UE4ScdDTH2S6uUI3nVGq5OO-E/s320/chuck-bass-and-blair-waldorf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588911846110205586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5WNLv0TiCyXyBX_Y3Ip8PBw8Qnym_MuCL0DYl4JUohEW8SaymkTauQ6qXjiff8uQA6eBUCjOJBiylfl5e6nKl6iz9eWSo5IvaU-d79pHfmoExqltj0eriO_bYnBAZ8UnOxmD8WUCS-0k/s1600/blair-waldorf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5WNLv0TiCyXyBX_Y3Ip8PBw8Qnym_MuCL0DYl4JUohEW8SaymkTauQ6qXjiff8uQA6eBUCjOJBiylfl5e6nKl6iz9eWSo5IvaU-d79pHfmoExqltj0eriO_bYnBAZ8UnOxmD8WUCS-0k/s320/blair-waldorf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588911102766030898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizuLkEYD7K_G5K6udf7MKubrlgK2PXk4Ns_iNtDBke7a8tE7YlQ3Pur-RXnNBAUVTBug_x_UGSp2G5kGSY50wOaxMVpJ0WVy65qBfDr2Not5h2XebKQAtMyA4x1JI51hOqxlkuSuf0H4/s1600/Leighton_meester_gossip_girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizuLkEYD7K_G5K6udf7MKubrlgK2PXk4Ns_iNtDBke7a8tE7YlQ3Pur-RXnNBAUVTBug_x_UGSp2G5kGSY50wOaxMVpJ0WVy65qBfDr2Not5h2XebKQAtMyA4x1JI51hOqxlkuSuf0H4/s320/Leighton_meester_gossip_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588911016104263490" border="0" /></a>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-14296121867711579252011-03-23T15:00:00.000-07:002011-03-23T15:30:21.782-07:00Day Twenty-Three<div align="center">Day 23: </div><div align="center">15 Facts About Me</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">1. No matter how hard I try, I am ALWAYS late. Always.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">2. The book, "Gifted Hands" is what inspired me to be a nurse.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">3. I love make-up and I love doing make-up...I think it would be so fun to be a make-up artist!</div><div align="center">4. I love shopping and spending money...I can't help it, I just do.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">5. I love dancing...it takes away all of my stresses.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">6. When I eat fruit snacks, I have to eat them in order of color and I always save the reds for last :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">7. I put jam on my grilled cheese sandwiches...don't judge me until you try it! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">8. I have a horrible sense of direction...sometimes I get lost in Logan and I've lived here my whole life!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">9. Sometimes I think I should be an English major. Nothing bugs me more than when people use the wrong to/ two/ too, their/there/they're or when they put apostrophies in unnecessary places. It's not that hard people!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">10. If I could be doing anything in the world, it would be boating...someday I will own a boat!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">11. I LOVE Disney/Disneyland and just anything Disney-related. It will always be my dream to be a princess at Disneyland.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">12. I love picking nail polish off! I don't even know why I bother painting my nails because the nail polish is normally off by the next day. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">13. My favorite time to clean is late at night...like 2 a.m. late-don't ask me why, it just is!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">14. I have been wearing glasses since 2nd grade and contacts since 5th grade. I am pretty much blind and can't wait to get Lasik someday!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">15. I love earrings and rings and I feel naked if I'm not wearing them!</div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-73514725078625959122011-03-22T15:51:00.000-07:002011-03-22T15:53:53.390-07:00Day Twenty-Two<div style="text-align: center;">Day 22:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A letter to someone who has hurt me recently. Instead of a letter, I'm going to use these brilliant song lyrics from T-Swift!<br /></div><br />Mean<br />You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me<br />You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing<br />You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded<br />You, pickin' on the weaker man<br /><br />Well, you can take me down with just one single blow<br />But you don't know what you don't know<br /><br />Someday I'll be living in a big old city<br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean<br />Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me<br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean<br /><br />Why you gotta be so mean?<br /><br />You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation<br />You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them<br />I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you<br />I just wanna feel okay again<br /><br />I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold<br />But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road<br />And you don't know what you don't know<br /><br />Someday I'll be living in a big old city<br /><br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean<br />Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me<br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean<br /><br />Why you gotta be so mean?<br /><br />And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game<br />With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening<br />Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things<br />Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing<br /><br />But all you are is mean<br />All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life<br />And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean<br /><br />But someday I'll be living in a big old city<br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah<br />Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me<br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean<br /><br />Why you gotta be so mean?<br /><br />Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city<br /> (Why you gotta be so mean?)<br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean<br /> (Why you gotta be so mean?)<br />Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me<br /> (Why you gotta be so mean?)<br />And all you're ever gonna be is mean<br /><br />Why you gotta be so mean?Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7537973707091984474.post-68447873081538953372011-03-21T18:06:00.000-07:002011-03-21T18:46:59.490-07:00Day Twenty & Twenty-One<div style="text-align: center; ">Day 20:</div><div style="text-align: center; ">The meaning behind your blog name....</div><div style="text-align: center; ">This is kind of a dumb one. My blog name is pretty simple. My nickname-Nattie, my middle name- Ann, and my favorite number, 2!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">So...since I'm behind anyway, I'm skipping ahead to Day 21:</div><div style="text-align: center; ">A picture of something that makes you happy.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Welll...lots of things make me happy! So to name a few...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijn28fZGaOHMa3_RMxGixIIc3oJPpqsrI8PSQZSzD9oiWyQYdWnsALT8RfFM8etUB98Y8tkgy5KhUhAEOoReovERzZWwYk3Vux25NTIA-Q6lq2fZOxbnwB6MWIskGBOpHjJ8Njeocw9LI/s1600/dancing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijn28fZGaOHMa3_RMxGixIIc3oJPpqsrI8PSQZSzD9oiWyQYdWnsALT8RfFM8etUB98Y8tkgy5KhUhAEOoReovERzZWwYk3Vux25NTIA-Q6lq2fZOxbnwB6MWIskGBOpHjJ8Njeocw9LI/s320/dancing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586714445874483842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dancing.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3MUvu1kb1d21-rIFLf8zpSRurmtnLITpUMzUjcPqgBi7DcmEdgC9YuuV3i9MguSdbOlxCxfibH3BTvK4BlBc0LfKDu3HfGtAPn0yv0KTmR-SVCGfmWsQiZpSbs9ocACcZXHPC9meViE/s1600/family.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3MUvu1kb1d21-rIFLf8zpSRurmtnLITpUMzUjcPqgBi7DcmEdgC9YuuV3i9MguSdbOlxCxfibH3BTvK4BlBc0LfKDu3HfGtAPn0yv0KTmR-SVCGfmWsQiZpSbs9ocACcZXHPC9meViE/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586712519611001906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My family.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLf2f6RjXBERHR8mpIePa1Oytb1rdS7OThFM-_hmgqNunUuYiZ3wDaLMT9f_92jmmN5mk1Z5HRLIKkSmcSktne6iPfWWNKKchXsVKvwuK__ttX553PLFYRzEdqQTc9eUHuZaA97rthyphenhyphenu0/s1600/1120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLf2f6RjXBERHR8mpIePa1Oytb1rdS7OThFM-_hmgqNunUuYiZ3wDaLMT9f_92jmmN5mk1Z5HRLIKkSmcSktne6iPfWWNKKchXsVKvwuK__ttX553PLFYRzEdqQTc9eUHuZaA97rthyphenhyphenu0/s320/1120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586711971658653298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet nieces & nephew.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCNHzyJ4I8MpohOuXUhP46hCykSChBOKRJ2ou9Gf9kjszt0Q9hmCRIKNFZ0GZvqfK8YnXMNwn7eVhOjfkEGiL76nAhwpHkH7vlfdF3qlJqPnCmN-wdN-lmVTjKbO9G8gLs89RbFdWwGc/s1600/1028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCNHzyJ4I8MpohOuXUhP46hCykSChBOKRJ2ou9Gf9kjszt0Q9hmCRIKNFZ0GZvqfK8YnXMNwn7eVhOjfkEGiL76nAhwpHkH7vlfdF3qlJqPnCmN-wdN-lmVTjKbO9G8gLs89RbFdWwGc/s320/1028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586710505330304802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nhfsNBlK6xl5RaZEr0Z7sHQ2qsq2al6qGY1FNnROb6tVclcGxw18wb0e5IGvFJUUIEhM1SOcOEmSVZE7iRSjjWKSsMj6R1PU2N-KXv44G05Ze90kuijHdZZePcMulPpfMu9npJ2yMFQ/s1600/entry_graphic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nhfsNBlK6xl5RaZEr0Z7sHQ2qsq2al6qGY1FNnROb6tVclcGxw18wb0e5IGvFJUUIEhM1SOcOEmSVZE7iRSjjWKSsMj6R1PU2N-KXv44G05Ze90kuijHdZZePcMulPpfMu9npJ2yMFQ/s320/entry_graphic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586709728447772082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My religion.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-NQfZ34b6hxYS7qSinI7sgsjYV_QxfGkd7FcULbmIaQrOR3Hk916khATz6TCKBC_VhNwpaz8fxb4Wgw5WK7Y70_1AgocllUv277g3t3ObAdzwH65S2eaSxXuwku8NGa0xfWv_EAQy9c/s1600/liz+kar+nat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-NQfZ34b6hxYS7qSinI7sgsjYV_QxfGkd7FcULbmIaQrOR3Hk916khATz6TCKBC_VhNwpaz8fxb4Wgw5WK7Y70_1AgocllUv277g3t3ObAdzwH65S2eaSxXuwku8NGa0xfWv_EAQy9c/s320/liz+kar+nat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586708528188581442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My best friends.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRXwZGDTs4yCxdyMPAp_QeLpUOMxz1PTwnoPGy5XGje0FEwYiktTjtb9vhmNkVjB-c2ScP_jcORDcbA02z3reXeZclEF7x6O97VWs5Pqpq3ck_gbZ_zrciOEK3zIWaXiO5NCDbRSK8tI/s1600/belle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRXwZGDTs4yCxdyMPAp_QeLpUOMxz1PTwnoPGy5XGje0FEwYiktTjtb9vhmNkVjB-c2ScP_jcORDcbA02z3reXeZclEF7x6O97VWs5Pqpq3ck_gbZ_zrciOEK3zIWaXiO5NCDbRSK8tI/s320/belle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586707984515963602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My cat :):)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRF0ahRxk2FVFF1uYwIdZVxhO82RSvkvjpLOOibiTkDS-bQqAIa8rhNE1FhFg4IOL9Qr3WvqZ-lO2-kyq6iVcjJvEQc_YxVSea9AxgfBUF-TFp8icsMOrX9mDq0t8eeJxQHHYg7gB5aY/s1600/1174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRF0ahRxk2FVFF1uYwIdZVxhO82RSvkvjpLOOibiTkDS-bQqAIa8rhNE1FhFg4IOL9Qr3WvqZ-lO2-kyq6iVcjJvEQc_YxVSea9AxgfBUF-TFp8icsMOrX9mDq0t8eeJxQHHYg7gB5aY/s320/1174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586707631616898130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And this cute boy.</div>Natalie Munsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789533957861795338noreply@blogger.com1