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<description>In loving memory :: Natalie Rose York :: December 15, 1973-June 7, 2007</description>
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<title>FINALLY!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on February 3, 2004)</i></p>

<p>The doctor's office called today. Finally! Anna's renaly ultrasound came back fine. PTL! Now if I can just get her to pee in a cup for her follow up urine screen. :-)</p>

<p><b><font size="-2">Copyright Natalie Rose York</font></b></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-20T09:24:52-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Trying not to whine...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on February 3, 2004)</i></p>

<p>but my sidewalk and driveway were a thick sheet of ice this morning. It was seriously like skating to the car. I would have stayed inside if I could have. I had to take Jonathan to speech therapy and I had to go to the store for my new eating plan. The roads were okay though. I took the day kind of easy after that. Skating to and from my front door was enough stress.</p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-19T08:29:20-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>I spy</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on February 2, 2004)</i></p>

<p>I spy with my little eye...two children playing "I SPY."</p>

<p>The kids were playing outside. At one point I couldn't see them, but I could hear them. This is what I heard...</p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-18T08:38:04-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Give thanks</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 31, 2004)</i></p>

<p>Well, I said I wouldn't come back till I was Natalie York again. I don't know if I am. I'm still very cranky. I'm not sure why. I'll examine that later, but I will do something I've been wanting to do.</p>

<p>Some friends gently reminded me it is important to be thankful. Angie and <a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=DesertDaisy" target="_blank">Leann</a> had posts last week about thankfulness and joy. Then there was a "Mother's Hour" email about a thankful heart. So here goes...</p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-16T15:50:26-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Hurricane Prayers</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on August 31, 2004)</i></p>

<p>My friend, <a href="http://think_pink.typepad.com/" target="_blank">Dana</a>, needs some hurricane sized prayers. <a href="http://hurricane.accuweather.com/adcbin/hurricane/storms.asp? ocean=atlantic&storm=Frances&imagetype=move&partner=" target="_blank">Hurricane Francis </a> is heading right towards them and she has just recovered from <a href="http://hurricane.accuweather.com/adcbin/hurricane/storms.asp? ocean=atlantic&storm=Charley" target="_blank">Hurricane Charley</a>.</p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-15T08:36:40-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Just call me...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 30, 2004)</i></p>

<p>..."Cranky Crankerson." Yup, I've changed my name. Why am I cranky?<ol><li> I had to get up early on a Saturday morning.</li><li> It was 9 degrees below zero on said Saturday morning.</li><li> It felt like 20 below zero on said Saturday morning because of the wind chill.</li></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-14T08:27:02-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Friday Fancies</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 30, 2004)</i><br />
<ul><li> One thing I know..five degrees below zero (F) with a 20-below wind chill is too friggin' cold.</li><li> Other than that it has been a busy Friday. I woke up and fixed breakfast for the kids, took Jonathan to preschool, finished a library book, folded six days worth of laundry, picked Jonathan up from preschool, took the kids to the library, fixed lunch, took the kids with me to the store, took Anna to the doctor, visited with the great-grands, got gas, fixed dinner and am now sitting mindlessly surfing the net. I have dishes to do, but I'm zonked. I'm still coughing and wheezing, but I think it is getting better.</li></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-13T08:48:20-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>I just have to say...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 29, 2004)</i> </p>

<p>it must have been the cold medicine that made me share such *intimate* details yesterday. I'm still blushing.  And for the record, it wasn't hubbies fault. I was <i>really</i> tired. It was one of those times when I should have just said I had a headache. ;-)</p>

<p><b><font size="-2">Copyright Natalie Rose York</font></b></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-12T08:54:34-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Thursday Thoughts</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 28, 2004)</i></p>

<p>My cold has turned to that wet phlegmy cough that won't break up. Yesterday I had the sexy Kathleen Turner sultry voice. Today I've got the ex-smoker-on-oxygen voice.</p>

<p>I've been blogrolling and found lots of great blog ideas that I want to do. Too many to put in one entry and I can't decide which one to do, so instead I'm going to pull an old idea out of the hat. Stacey and <a href="http://madamerubies.com/" target="_blank">Heather</a> both did this one a while back -</p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-11T08:59:09-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>getting a lot done</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 29, 2004)</i></p>

<p>I'm getting a lot done computer-wise today. The kids have "locked" themselves in the closet all morning with a flashlight. They are having an adventure. They are occupied and I can relax. I need to do housework, but I'm not there 100% yet and don't want to start wheezing like I did yesterday when I over did it a bit.</p>

<p>Well, the natives are demanding lunch...in the closet. If they are still enjoying the closet after lunch my book blog is my next computer goal. I'll let you know if I do. :-)</p>

<p><b><font size="-2">Copyright Natalie Rose York</font></b></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-09T11:09:54-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Men vs women math conundrum</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 28, 2004)</i></p>

<p>One BOGO sale at Payless<br />
<i>plus</i> One "buy one clearance item, get the second item for .01" sale at Fashion Bug<br />
<i>plus</i> two books bought at Waldenbooks <b>equals</b> <u><b><i>One mad hubby.</i></b></u></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-08T09:29:36-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Wednesday Wonderings</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 27, 2004)</i></p>

<p>~ I'm feeling a little bit better. I can't say my brain is working well. Oy! Do I blame it on the cold? Mommy-brain? or the blonde roots? </p>

<p>~ School is closed today. Which is good. I kept Jonathan out of speech therapy yesterday because of a cough. He still has it today and it is soooo cold out. The big snow drifts don't help either.</p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-07T09:33:32-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>why can&apos;t I blog...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 26, 2004)</i></p>

<p>when I can't breathe through my nose? Well, there is a direct correlation between my IQ and breathing with my mouth open. I don't know why, but I can't think if I can't breathe through my nose and walk around with my mouth open all the time. I'm thankful that it is winter and there aren't any flies. Otherwise I'd be eating a high-fiber diet. ;-) Yes, I'm still sick. Still can't breathe properly. Still wishing I could pop this congestion the way you can pop a balloon. Still wishing it was socially acceptable to walk around with a Kleenex stuffed up your nose to catch the drainage...</p>

<p><b><font size="-2">Copyright Natalie Rose York</font></b></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-06T09:02:58-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>As my kids would say</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 24, 2004)</i></p>

<p>"I sick!" My husband gave me his sick germs. I'm congested. My throat is on fire. I keep coughing. Yuck! I don't like the sickies. Won't be online much until I can breathe through my nose.</p>

<p><b><font size="-2">Copyright Natalie Rose York</font></b></p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-05T08:46:54-05:00</dc:date>
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<title>Saturday this and that</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><i>(Originally published by <b>Nattie</b> on January 23, 2004)</i></p>

<p>~ The funeral was sad yesterday. I didn't know what to say. What can you say to a mother who lost her 14-year-old son? A son that she became pregnant with at 17 and raised for all of her adult life. So hard to know. I just hugged them and told them I was praying for them. I am.</p>

<p>~ The kids seem to be better. Wes returned to work today <i>(Finally!).</i> They are all still a little congested, but no more fever. </p>]]></description>
<dc:subject>From the archives</dc:subject>
<dc:creator>Nattie&apos;s Daddy</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-08-04T10:00:48-05:00</dc:date>
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