tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22125808058603768462024-03-05T00:54:51.358-07:00Daily MusingsNatasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-68539181509458145062009-08-04T21:55:00.002-06:002009-08-04T22:00:48.742-06:00To Blog, or Not?It's a question I've been asking myself lately. <br />And, while I've yet to make a conclusive decision on posting regular blogs, I've decided to at least make some updates. So here we are! Enjoy the updates and let me know what you'd like to read in this blog. <br />Cheers!Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-54100184745357057692009-01-13T22:49:00.002-07:002009-01-13T23:33:38.137-07:00The Gown....The Inaugural Ball is near, and adds for beautiful gowns are everywhere. I can't help but browse through them. I thought I'd post a few of my favorites from tonight. Also, for those of you attending still gown-less... (shame on you) White House Black Market has designed dresses just for the occasion. And don't forget to register your dress online it will help prevent others from wearing the same one you are. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzVkMmxsW64wUcgK28vACWYkrhbI9en3sk8dFNsPK6UGZmyYBWa95GWaXuvZYp7fcLxfGUxco_fIiS3x27v8UQB3UEDxufEYn5zNh1_dSNzp7dLBenHON4eMhfzTYuKoBQj-vUFDE3LI/s1600-h/ruby+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzVkMmxsW64wUcgK28vACWYkrhbI9en3sk8dFNsPK6UGZmyYBWa95GWaXuvZYp7fcLxfGUxco_fIiS3x27v8UQB3UEDxufEYn5zNh1_dSNzp7dLBenHON4eMhfzTYuKoBQj-vUFDE3LI/s400/ruby+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030828532316914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-_C1bAIbk709jfJyuh3Vu42IuM5NNcxj99jqL_OLHOie2RyvyXQAbOH86WrOV4n-l6Z6-bd_Jetf0lqRe2rCLtSR0PpQjVMCU6ujrd9pIQtLqIW_yE7SiCHI-2ecGDtmZ_P7Pk4l4V0/s1600-h/white+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-_C1bAIbk709jfJyuh3Vu42IuM5NNcxj99jqL_OLHOie2RyvyXQAbOH86WrOV4n-l6Z6-bd_Jetf0lqRe2rCLtSR0PpQjVMCU6ujrd9pIQtLqIW_yE7SiCHI-2ecGDtmZ_P7Pk4l4V0/s400/white+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030827730164322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1R0_eM_gVR0IuY_XBFuRgyM3WrvHxMSpr3EGdWyUuO0cXAx3ule_Q6x-zY4IwgeUab_8TSykz6MBK8GtPxnFh_2pOOeySjvsk851FJJhMqOrDN43I8EiaDiNYjr5eHLardYfj7Gx1H4/s1600-h/red+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1R0_eM_gVR0IuY_XBFuRgyM3WrvHxMSpr3EGdWyUuO0cXAx3ule_Q6x-zY4IwgeUab_8TSykz6MBK8GtPxnFh_2pOOeySjvsk851FJJhMqOrDN43I8EiaDiNYjr5eHLardYfj7Gx1H4/s400/red+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030823435454626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVM3gD49wGVfLPnwdZPqZqhKp5c4S5CU79wAK0k2kH_vqOVadTn8Iq5f1RD7DunkzvisCkFu7KlcEU8OFqh_9_HGR0xkDf7B5dExks1TfzmIcwXYpT_ne1iA1TJfCDGou2NgmnD63qHo/s1600-h/gold+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVM3gD49wGVfLPnwdZPqZqhKp5c4S5CU79wAK0k2kH_vqOVadTn8Iq5f1RD7DunkzvisCkFu7KlcEU8OFqh_9_HGR0xkDf7B5dExks1TfzmIcwXYpT_ne1iA1TJfCDGou2NgmnD63qHo/s400/gold+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030826286308914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvSAIRQ8pABuftXoDqMeTTG-1oDN_x7t94E122KgHztCSJyy45e5SEM-RfPyyB0sLhbtXLESM2qoZbcK1KerpSokmJz8uz7F2_mkpCR0-Y7uKm5e_9w7PwBwODmJ39WPf0ao1fbzP2Z8/s1600-h/blue+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvSAIRQ8pABuftXoDqMeTTG-1oDN_x7t94E122KgHztCSJyy45e5SEM-RfPyyB0sLhbtXLESM2qoZbcK1KerpSokmJz8uz7F2_mkpCR0-Y7uKm5e_9w7PwBwODmJ39WPf0ao1fbzP2Z8/s400/blue+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030821746560034" /></a>Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-25086736156329292942008-12-09T07:38:00.003-07:002008-12-09T07:41:45.196-07:00Coming Soon....I know It's been a super long time since my last post. Give me a break! Things get a little crazy. However, you can all look forward to a couple new posts brought to you by ME...very soon.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-76130156022263367782008-11-27T22:51:00.002-07:002008-11-27T23:30:14.067-07:00A Day of Thanks...Thanksgiving is a time I always reflect on the things most important in life. I have so much to be thankful for. Today in particular, I was appreciative to have food in such abundance. I was grateful for the hands that had prepared it. Everyone undoubtedly put much effort in to such a great dinner. I was happy to have a loving family in which to share the day with. <br />As I write now, I think about all the blessings in my life. I truly do have so much to be grateful for. While I could go on in detail about my appreciativeness for different elements in my life, I choose to not divulge in to it now.<br />I will say, most importantly, I'm grateful for the ability and opportunity I have to live when and where I do; in a place I feel safe, where I can get an education, work, vote, have my own beliefs and have a chance to be heard- In a family so close and built upon never ending love- Surrounded by incredible supporting friends- And the knowledge of a Heavenly Father who is always here. This Thanksgiving, I give thanks to all of you who have helped me throughout my life. I hope we can all reflect on the important things in life a little more often than we do now.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-65255287396633553122008-11-16T04:54:00.002-07:002008-11-16T05:17:42.549-07:00Nerds are People Too...In a recent conversation with a friend-about random yet insightful marketing techniques and ideas I was referred to as a nerd. Considering myself highly sociable, I questioned the one to make reference. His reply was:"Nerds in general like detailed info and data.. and find it interesting. the avg. joe likes well... averages." So as it turns out, his seemingly odd remark...was a compliment!Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-70981939044170390202008-11-16T03:00:00.002-07:002008-11-16T03:12:25.023-07:00Living Ears...For those of you who appreciate good music, take a look at livingears.blogspot.com<br />It's a great place to find out about new artists and preview songs. You can also subscribe to and download weekly podcasts, which have tons of cool songs. Take a look, listen to a podcast or two, and leave some comments letting them know what you think. Hope you all like what you hear.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-7362284995420440102008-11-13T22:59:00.003-07:002008-11-13T23:08:15.527-07:00My Next Purchase...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4ysCqP6h-fe75cAG9vMGrwaO3xownjYm0K9oiTVoi4zwYWrXvoAgAqveJWnQyO8TzKx9ZKn0KH6JOvye21eRYimmMlEnuy2HEAQPi-piL3ua680iZHz1C2olYJkUnxIKcmy3MUDoDcw/s1600-h/lights.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4ysCqP6h-fe75cAG9vMGrwaO3xownjYm0K9oiTVoi4zwYWrXvoAgAqveJWnQyO8TzKx9ZKn0KH6JOvye21eRYimmMlEnuy2HEAQPi-piL3ua680iZHz1C2olYJkUnxIKcmy3MUDoDcw/s400/lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268388961532945746" /></a><br /><br /><br />I am in love with this light! I'm posting it here, one-to let you all see and two-to give me a better reason to go out and buy it. Because of course, since I just showed it to you, and told you I was going to get it...guess I have to keep my word. I'll HAVE to get it now. The only problem will be trying to hang it once it's actually in my apt. It's a lot larger than what the picture makes it out to be. I will have to track down a cute tall guy to help me out. I'll have to post some pictures once it's up.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-31903822843659660322008-11-05T22:39:00.005-07:002008-11-05T22:53:54.332-07:00Witches Night Out....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJNEPcLXZ9W9-w8J8lnjv31LFgsydNE8DjO2T0i-_QOZJlB5yWrT0uPGA7AjCkqElfcaYkc8J2bR0hkiAhrAopoEhaA8WKs9UfC2icVGmqVx6Z8jCOOxepBT0Xi4hJRpEv_fw-_Ijfuk/s1600-h/halloween08+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJNEPcLXZ9W9-w8J8lnjv31LFgsydNE8DjO2T0i-_QOZJlB5yWrT0uPGA7AjCkqElfcaYkc8J2bR0hkiAhrAopoEhaA8WKs9UfC2icVGmqVx6Z8jCOOxepBT0Xi4hJRpEv_fw-_Ijfuk/s400/halloween08+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265415110969817842" /></a><br /><br />So here they are, our pictures from the witch festival at Gardner Village. We had a blast, even though Brandy and I weren't feeling 100%, we still gave it all we had. We had fun shopping and meeting other witches...but most of the fun was in the dressing up. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCYfrQbhyphenhyphen0RprHZgfGKXiwiUoQ8UF8kTRURflBoseCKWKrGqSqADAPIzTZuw0cuhGzoZMxXlX46DUEkWHrO7qB3tSSgBJdkLD6VpNsF4ZHWW33FDk9ckiUONIx-pYomTHQ55pYGv5XK4/s1600-h/brand.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCYfrQbhyphenhyphen0RprHZgfGKXiwiUoQ8UF8kTRURflBoseCKWKrGqSqADAPIzTZuw0cuhGzoZMxXlX46DUEkWHrO7qB3tSSgBJdkLD6VpNsF4ZHWW33FDk9ckiUONIx-pYomTHQ55pYGv5XK4/s400/brand.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265417965708041074" /></a><br /><br />Brandy and I...sexy witches!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjWQdJXvesxgA7t3b8jnGbG20dlEkT2HR0aZ6TmwjyB-yjX_vuefGBVzuSh8ScypL1VMmyfM3YMhbfgWzXK0XMlWIWNuAalcSUEIpKM6SZd0Wp8pUnIUc636hP0OPGserMqiDX0euo_0/s1600-h/char.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjWQdJXvesxgA7t3b8jnGbG20dlEkT2HR0aZ6TmwjyB-yjX_vuefGBVzuSh8ScypL1VMmyfM3YMhbfgWzXK0XMlWIWNuAalcSUEIpKM6SZd0Wp8pUnIUc636hP0OPGserMqiDX0euo_0/s400/char.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265416677465445970" /></a><br />Charlee and I..we couldn't take one good picture together! Don't worry hun, we'll get some next time.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-28573323062174746632008-11-04T00:09:00.002-07:002008-11-04T00:25:06.038-07:00A Letter to Me From John McCain- Let's Get Out & VoteMy Friend,<br /><br />From the time I entered the Naval Academy at age seventeen I have been privileged and honored to serve my country.<br /><br />Throughout my years of service, I've been faced with challenges where I could have taken the easy way out and given up. But I'm an American and I never give up. Instead, I choose to show courage and stand up and fight for the country I love. Today, I am asking you to stand with me and to fight for our country's future.<br /><br />Our country faces enormous challenges and our next president must be ready to lead on day one. My lifetime of experience has prepared me to lead our great nation. I'm prepared to bring solutions to our economic challenges, bring our troops home in victory and improve our nation's healthcare system.<br /><br />Time and time again, my country has saved my life and I owe her more than she has ever owed me. I have chosen to show my gratitude through a life of service to our country and tomorrow, you will have a choice before you.<br /><br />I humbly ask you to make the choice that will allow me to serve my country a little while longer by casting your vote to elect me as your next President of the United States.<br /><br />Finally, I ask that you never forget that much has been sacrificed to protect our right to vote. We must never forget those Americans who, with their courage, with their sacrifice, and with their lives, have protected our freedom. It is my great hope that you will exercise your right to vote as an American tomorrow.<br /><br />I thank you for your kind support, your dedication to our cause, and most importantly I thank you for your vote.<br /><br />With sincere appreciation,<br /><br /><br />John McCainNatasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-55996114003729191482008-11-03T22:44:00.001-07:002008-11-03T23:54:11.287-07:00Breaking Up is Hard to Do...Some may be rough, others may be amicable. Either way, it's nothing anyone wants to go through. Whether you're on the giving or receiving end, it's not easy. Everyone wants to be loved and needed, especially by the one person who just broke up with us! We want that one person to come back, tell us they miss us. It's validating and irresistible. But word of advice from author Greg Behrendt, "Resist you must. If he's not calling you to tell you he hired a U-Haul to come pick up all your stuff and move it back into his house, then consider yourself a nice, downy little pillow cushioning him from his feelings of loneliness and loss that's he's not fully ready to deal with on his own." <br />More words of advice for all of us...(yes, myself included) "Put him on hold and listen to me missy: A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves. If he's not calling you to tell you he loves you and wants you back, it should only be because he's showing up at your new residence to do it in person. If he's not trying to romance your socks off with dates, flowers and poetry, it should only be because he's too engrossed with his couples counseling workbooks and is prioritizing getting back on the right track. If he's not doing that, he may love you, he may miss you, but ultimately, HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU! Don't be flattered that he misses you, he should miss you. You're deeply missable. However, he's still the same person who just broke up with you. Remember, the only reason he can miss you is because he's choosing every day, not to be with you."Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-6144866234616610392008-10-30T20:49:00.003-06:002008-10-30T21:20:57.891-06:00Working Woman...Tomorrow, as you all must know, is Halloween. This is a fairly big holiday in my family. We pretty much go all out. We normally get together the night before, carve pumpkins, have dinner, roast the pumpkin seeds...and watch the cat (or dog) enjoy the nastiness of the pumpkin insides. It's fun. It has long been a tradition of ours. And tonight, I'm not there. I'm not enjoying the creative carving ideas because I'm at work, just as I'll be at work tomorrow. <br />Not only will I be working for the first time ever Halloween evening..but I won't be completely dressed up either. It's a first for me. I've asked my co-workers to dress up...to have the holiday spirit. I was quickly shot down by, something to the extent of..Natasia, Halloween is one of those times you reflect and honestly ask yourself, am I an essential or non-essential employee. If you're dressing up, you're non essential. Non essential? Why I aught to not show up..and see just how non-essential I really am!!! Ha ha. Really, don't worry ya'll, I'll be there. I'll be there...well here...in costume, although not full costume. I think a simple witch hat will do.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNoahxvp8Zd9S4c6uxxchjpJfGpDYKeDMACucjCz5L2IZ6_BqxkroUhro6zP3ENFulG9p8QYGgtjIA_C-fTSkdKbXDRy7ioNgEMgOdmxb47VoX6aPZPtYsnxrppKjE5-NVOlPVVYUREc/s1600-h/witch+hat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNoahxvp8Zd9S4c6uxxchjpJfGpDYKeDMACucjCz5L2IZ6_BqxkroUhro6zP3ENFulG9p8QYGgtjIA_C-fTSkdKbXDRy7ioNgEMgOdmxb47VoX6aPZPtYsnxrppKjE5-NVOlPVVYUREc/s200/witch+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263152707165348754" /></a><br />I also missed out on some candy, cookie, cupcake making fun today with the girlie's at home. I've been wanting to make some cupcakes for awhile now. So, I'm going to try to get up super early and make some. I'll also be staying up late this evening carving my own pumpkin. I hope it turns out well. I'll post some pictures of all my happenings later. HApPy HaLloWeEn!Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-9648651693353729842008-10-20T19:44:00.002-06:002008-10-20T21:39:39.400-06:00Did That Really Just Happen?You hit the "send" button, and continue on with your other tasks. Then it hits you. "Wait...did that really just happen? Did I really just do what I think I did?" And then you spend the next few minutes trying to convince yourself you didn't. You couldn't have! You're not that scatterbrained...right?<br />But then your worst fear is confirmed. You sent that embarrassing and/or damaging email to the WRONG person. Oops. <br />It happens frequently. I've been both the recipient and the sender in different instances. Some more damaging than others. <br />Trust me when I say...misdirected errant text messages and emails can cause quite the confusion and if sent at work can put much more at stake than just embarrassment.<br />I once received a text Does ur wife know? Recently, I sent a confidential email, while sent to the right person was also sent from a place easily accessible to others. <br />Let's hear your stories. You're welcome to post anonymously.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-81321913322120169592008-10-16T21:40:00.005-06:002008-10-16T22:35:14.604-06:00Miss Right...Mr. and Mrs. right-are just that, right for one another. <br />Some recent factors have played out in my life that have shed some light on the way men think. I'd like to share. <br />We all have different goals, ambitions, perceptions and desires when it comes to finding a mate. In other words, we each have an agenda. Whether tangible or not,(and it's okay to admit) we have a list of items/qualities we'd like to find in someone. On this list may be certain things that are non-negotiable while others may be a bit less significant. We deem these lists sensible, because we need a partner who facilitates our every desire, right? <br />Truth be told ladies, we're not the only ones with a list. Mr. Right has constructed a file of his own. And Mr Right, is probably doing a lot more checking off of his own list than we are ours. Face it, men can have Miss Right right in front of them, and give them a kick to the curb if one item doesn't match up. Something as insignificant as "she can't play bass" or "she can't decide where to eat", both of which are actual statements men have relayed to me in the last few days, can actually be the deciding factors in ending a relationship. <br />The point- having an agenda is not a bad thing. We are human, that's what we do. We find someone with whom we have commonalities. The problem is the substance of that agenda. Is it achievable? Too often they are not. We need to be willing to negotiate our agenda. Conferring with one another and deciding which things you can cut some slack on and be more relaxed about will actually do both Mr. and Miss Right some good. It shows they are willing to communicate. It shows they care about one another enough to let some things slide so that others can grow stronger. Adapting to each other shows that you trust one another. These are things you should be willing to do in order to be potential mates. <br />Rather than sticking to your dating "resume" try being a bit more flexible, while still not compromising your morals. Be honest with yourself and ask how attainable you are making yourself and then share this article with the Mr Rights out there and hope they do the same. <br />Good Luck!Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-10098698354345636102008-10-14T18:45:00.002-06:002008-10-14T19:18:15.929-06:00Review<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQY0ZuVjzxrPMNAhPoqp9MDQcM_MI-DWzoLdITFMkUOAKaViShhK_DRVupvf3Q_79UbtQ1zonB5WlIGYSqTpl-Fm7IJPZw4_PRTtspbl5ZPSL1qGX2Ot0vN5XcHrMEfK3A0TE7Ks0pTU/s1600-h/leland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQY0ZuVjzxrPMNAhPoqp9MDQcM_MI-DWzoLdITFMkUOAKaViShhK_DRVupvf3Q_79UbtQ1zonB5WlIGYSqTpl-Fm7IJPZw4_PRTtspbl5ZPSL1qGX2Ot0vN5XcHrMEfK3A0TE7Ks0pTU/s320/leland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257177064242529490" /></a><br /><br />Sunday was my sister-in-law's birthday. My dad made omelets for a bunch of us. He makes the worlds best omelets..according to me. They were delicious. Since we did the early morning thing, I decided to hang out at my parents house for most of the day, along with my older brother. We decided to watch a movie in our parents new home theatre room, which by the way is amazing. My dad chose "The United States of Leland". I thought is was a great movie and would recommend it to any of you who like a good thought provoking movie. <br /><br />After stabbing an autistic boy, the sixteen year old troubled and pessimist Leland P. Fitzgerald (Ryan Gosling) is sent to a juvenile detention. His teacher and aspirant writer Pearl Madison (Don Cheadle) gets close and tries to understand him, first with intention of writing a book, and later becoming his friend. Leland slowly discloses his sad vision of world. <br /><br />I think the movie may change the way some people look at the community and world that surrounds them. The movie depicts real life problems without extreme stereotyping. One part in particular that stuck out to me was a scene where Pearl, after having done something wrong, says "I'm only human". <br />Leland in turn says "Isn't it funny how people only say that after they've done something wrong? No one ever says that after they rescue someone from a burning building." <br />In the movie, Leland simply observes the world as it is. Another quote to get all you thinking. <br />Leland: "And that's when I figured out that tears couldn't make somebody who was dead alive again. There's another thing about tears, they can't make somebody that doesn't love you anymore love you again. It's the same with prayers. I wonder how much of their lives people waste crying and praying to God. If you ask me, the devil makes more sense than God does. I can see why people would want him around. It's good to have somebody to blame for all the bad stuff they do. Maybe God's there because people get scared of all the bad stuff they do. They figure that God and the Devil are always playing this game of tug-of-war with them, and they never know which side they're gonna wind up on. I guess that tug-of-war idea explains how sometimes, even when people try and do something good, it still turns out bad."Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-33035826527786108392008-10-13T18:18:00.003-06:002008-10-13T18:41:15.286-06:00Friendly RecommendationSo, I was reading a friends post today and ran across something that stuck out. It's something I've been thinking about the last few days. She says, <br /><br />"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are only an option in theirs....<br />It's like, at what point does "loving your neighbor" and "being a good friend" turn into "being a doormat," or "being too available," or "being an option?". <br /><br />I've been asking for advice from people I trust who are brutally honest with me. Over and over again, I'm told that I let people walk all over me. <br /><br />Really? I do? I had no idea. In my mind I think I'm pretty good at standing up for myself and sometimes I feel I come across rude when I'm stepped on. But, maybe they think that way because of the fact I'm too forgiving...if that's really a fault. I guess it can be. At what point do I stop forgiving someone who repeatedly hurts me? <br /><br />A close friend said to me the other day, "You should surround yourself with people who make you a priority". She explained that too often I make myself available for those who don't do the same for me. "You're always there to fill anothers void, but who is there to fill yours?" <br /><br />I guess hearing this from several different trustworthy friends, has somewhat made an impact on the way I've been thinking and making recent decisions. But how do I change a value that's been ingrained in me? It's just the type of person I am. I guess what I really need to do is make the distinction as written above.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-62699307017862250282008-10-11T15:29:00.003-06:002008-10-11T19:04:45.008-06:00Beautiful MistakeYou've been too scared to tell me what you're thinking.<br />You're not ready for this, we've both known it for awhile.<br />We don't want to accept it, but why stay and have regrets.<br />It's hard falling asleep alone, but do we want to wake up together?<br />Let's be honest this time.<br />If we both agree, why does it hurt so much? <br />I feel as if I'm losing my best friend. <br />I hope you are happy, and completely lonely. <br />I can't tell if this is the end or just a beautiful mistake. <br />Did we just give up the best thing we've ever had?Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-12150810469780753252008-10-08T23:50:00.001-06:002008-10-08T23:54:57.213-06:00I Shall BelieveCome to me now<br />And lay your hands over me<br />Even if it's a lie<br />Say it will be alright<br />And I shall believe<br />I'm broken in two<br />And I know you're on to me<br />That I only come home<br />When I'm so all alone<br />But I do believe<br /><br />That not everything is gonna be the way<br />You think it ought to be<br />It seems like every time I try to make it right<br />It all comes down on me<br />Please say honestly you won't give up on me<br />And I shall believe<br />And I shall believe<br /><br />Open the door<br />And show me your face tonight<br />I know it's true<br />No one heals me like you<br />And you hold the key<br /><br />Never again<br />would I turn away from you<br />I'm so heavy tonight<br />But your love is alright<br />And I do believe<br /><br />That not everything is gonna be the way<br />You think it ought to be<br />It seems like every time I try to make it right<br />It all comes down on me<br />Please say honestly<br />You won't give up on me<br />And I shall believe<br />I shall believe<br />And I shall believeNatasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-75588184318048414752008-10-07T21:48:00.003-06:002008-10-07T22:30:29.464-06:00It's All About Me...i am: wanting something more<br />i think: about life and all it has to offer <br />i know: what I want, even if it's not what I'm getting at the moment<br />i want: to live happily ever after<br />i have: way too many clothes in such a small loft<br />i wish: upon stars<br />i hate: uncertainty<br />i miss: a lot <br />i fear: being in cars<br />i feel: anxious<br />i hear: scanners, and televisions all around me<br />i smell: yummy<br />i crave: warmth<br />i search: diligently<br />i wonder: what is coming next<br />i regret: failing<br />i love: dancing<br />i ache: daily<br />i care: about everyone-sometimes to a fault<br />i always: want to help<br />i am not: giving up <br />i believe: in fighting for a cause<br />i dance: to relax<br />i sing: in the car<br />i don't always: give one hundred percent<br />i fight: for what I believe in<br />i write: for fun<br />i win: prizes at showers, all the time<br />i lose: things in my purse everyday<br />i never: want to go through that again!<br />i confuse: my accomplishments with my value<br />i listen: to Bright Eyes and Dashboard weekly<br />i can usually be found: at work or sleeping<br />i am scared: of spiders...yuck!<br />i need: a bath tub<br />i am happy about: being in company of good friends and great family<br /><br />Now that you've got an insight to my thoughts, copy, paste and rewrite your own answers in your blog. Make sure to leave me a comment so I know to check yours out. Happy Writing!Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-84492277750595316112008-10-03T22:39:00.002-06:002008-10-03T23:34:39.372-06:00Emotional DistressSome of you may know, and others not, that I was in a life altering car accident back in December. I remember it vividly, as if just yesterday. It was December 26th, and I was on my way to Arkansas to visit my, then in-laws. It wasn't something I was thrilled about doing since my husband and I had been separated. Without divulging into too much detail about our relationship-I felt like I needed to go. It was something I needed to do for me, and for him. <br /><br />A sickening feeling overwhelmed me Christmas night. We'd be leaving the following day -driving along with my sister in law and her husband. We were taking our truck. I was scared. I didn't have a good feeling. Along with my mom and dad, I convinced myself that everything would be okay, and that I needed to go. <br /><br />That day came. We completely filled the back of the truck with all our luggage, Christmas presents and extra luggage we were taking to the family. The four of us piled in the truck and headed towards Arkansas. Again, a bad feeling overwhelmed me and I asked my sister in law to say a prayer for us. She did, and I felt a little sense of relief afterwards. <br /><br />About ten hours later, Adam decides he wants to take a nap. I offer to drive and he directs me in the correct way. Not ten minutes into me taking over the drivers seat, a cloud of fog surrounds the vehicle. It inhibited me from driving safely. I drove with my lights on low-beam, I slowed down, but I was uneasy. I had never driven the road and was uncertain of it's path. I wanted to stop. I couldn't drive. I pulled over and got out. I felt bad that Adam didn't get to sleep, but he felt more comfortable driving than I did. So again, he took the drivers seat. <br /><br />Two minutes later, there was zero fog. I rested my head on the pillow and was just dozing off-when it happened. <br /><br />I heard screaming. It was the most terrifying scream I've ever heard. I awoke startled and frightened. The car was spinning. All I remember is yelling - I wanted to know what happened. I kept asking if Adam had fallen asleep. I asked if there was fog, if there was ice. I wanted to know what happened before I died; because at that time, I thought I was going to die. I felt us stop and then lift off the ground-we flew up in the air landed upside down and rolled several times. We stopped. <br /><br />Silence. That's all there was. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel. I couldn't hear. Finally, voices. Everyone asking if the other was okay. my feet were on the cold snow, sticking out the passenger window where the truck had landed. Finally my eyes opened and all I could see was blood. Blood everywhere. I was terrified. I kept asking everyone if they were okay-asking where the blood was coming from. I still couldn't move. I couldn't feel. I tried to find my seat belt to unlock it, but couldn't. I was getting claustaphobic. My heart was pounding. I was hyperventilating. I needed out. Adam tore the front windshield off-somehow Scott, in the back undid my seat belt and Adam picked me up. I held on, but collapsed. I couldn't walk. I couldn't stand. I still couldn't feel. He lifted me and laid me next to the truck. <br /><br />From there, it's a blur. I remember someone holding my hand, someone giving me a coat. Paramedics wanting to move me, fearing the truck would roll again. But at the same time not wanting to move me until I was on a bed. I heard them talking about me being paralyzed. I was shaking. I wanted my mom. <br /><br />I asked them to call my mom. I kept screaming. I needed to talk to my mom. Finally, we got her on the phone. I vaguely remember the conversation-but I know we hung up with her thinking it was a lot less serious than it was. Then, I was in the ambulance. Alone. They wouldn't allow Adam to go with. I was alone, and scared. I ended up at the hospital about 20 minutes before any of the others and by this time I hurt. My back hurt, my neck hurt. I could move my fingers and toes, but that was it. I couldn't lift myself. <br /><br />The others eventually showed up and we were all cared for. The other three were released the first night, and I still hadn't been able to move my upper body. Two days later I was transferred to a spine specialist in Kansas. Adams parents came to the hospital and a day later my parents did as well. After many scary, painful days I was released. I'd broken my neck and had to be in a brace for three months. I'm now awaiting surgery and still in much pain. <br /><br />I'm grateful we all lived. We are very lucky to be alive after such a horrible incident. But, now, I'm dealing with the after shock traumatic experiences. I wake up from horrible dreams and sometimes in a daze. It's a terrifying experience to be in a car. I can't bring myself to go on a car ride longer than an hour. I'm suffering from emotional distress. I have constant flashbacks. I feel like I sometimes have panic attacks while in a car. I have persistent pain from the horrible accident. <br /><br />The car accident has affected and impacted my life in more ways than I could have ever imagined. I sometimes feel at a loss to know how to cope with the panic. I think I'm experiencing symptoms of post traumatic stress disorder. The healing from the psychological trauma is taking longer than I'd expected.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-88761123495141811282008-10-01T22:51:00.002-06:002008-10-01T23:18:51.219-06:00I'm Envious...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqN2VC3luiOLzGNuSldgvmNCST8iftJ3luQSL_eEQg5xkhxxfGcOhSKxg63S0FtDbf1CU3ZGK9Rp6bDHSlkx7sDxE6rR2MLMFyaXT_B9r0RR2YpuELyMTEmB_CheiQXdqj6WtNSmnhBvk/s1600-h/amethyst-bathtub.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqN2VC3luiOLzGNuSldgvmNCST8iftJ3luQSL_eEQg5xkhxxfGcOhSKxg63S0FtDbf1CU3ZGK9Rp6bDHSlkx7sDxE6rR2MLMFyaXT_B9r0RR2YpuELyMTEmB_CheiQXdqj6WtNSmnhBvk/s320/amethyst-bathtub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252421671463712402" /></a><br />I'm clearly envious of all ya'll who have the option of choosing between taking a bath or taking a shower. Because I myself, don't have a choice. I have a shower, that's it. There's no selection process for me. And for a woman who has taken baths her entire life-let's just say it's been a difficult transition. Growing up, I'd take baths in the morning before getting ready. I'd take them in the evening to relax before going to sleep. And I'd often take them during the day to collect my thoughts. Bubble baths are a nice, calm, serene experience. Hot baths would make me feel better when I was sick, alleviate pain when my muscles were tense and help me relax when I wanted to unwind. Taking baths are a great soothing measure. I think every woman NEEDS a bathtub. I used to complain about having a small tub. And I eventually upgraded to a nice large jetted tub. It was amazing. But now, I'd go back and take that small bathtub in an instant. I'm seriously considering getting a clawfoot bathtub and placing it in an area in my small loft. I can dream.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-45959532706630615632008-09-30T21:23:00.003-06:002008-09-30T21:48:16.015-06:00Vindicated Woman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbF5RRFV6ZUnyOVG1SX_mZdZL2BLMqyhqzmVbMw6Xp3l1wJ-EuOApMpHYhOFfFiyrw_uYgQHOXLdXMkhzjPNnxiUxlBUfuZYOrBT-6N5vQPNyIFyQU20T-lebMTltULTy_FGbs7KspPjc/s1600-h/pms.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbF5RRFV6ZUnyOVG1SX_mZdZL2BLMqyhqzmVbMw6Xp3l1wJ-EuOApMpHYhOFfFiyrw_uYgQHOXLdXMkhzjPNnxiUxlBUfuZYOrBT-6N5vQPNyIFyQU20T-lebMTltULTy_FGbs7KspPjc/s320/pms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252022597130714370" /></a><br /><br />If you had the opportunity of warning your significant other prior pms'ing would you? Well, now you can! Seriously. Pms buddy is a free online menstrual tracker that will send alerts to your other half sending warnings of mood swings, aggression, tearfulness, and obsessiveness with chocolate. Not only do they send words of warning-they advise and counsel as well.<br /><br />The website reads-"When all else fails, flowers will always do the trick. They are kryptonite to PMS". That is a great suggestion! Now, if we can get our men to adhere to it. <br /><br />Check it out. I find it completely comical.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-77304157266452811902008-09-29T22:13:00.002-06:002008-09-29T22:23:06.880-06:00I Know It's Early. But,....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiyI3TtVEXMl2x0xqPPRfMbrYBkxY0BrRpEfW_VX5oEycso9hgtOjERFFm2ET8k0H4KZzOs6pqSA8EHWo2sDPVvxoyLktZgrJnS2SzPMxrUT9tjtpCMLobME7Zg_MTHk362AViFYjah0/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiyI3TtVEXMl2x0xqPPRfMbrYBkxY0BrRpEfW_VX5oEycso9hgtOjERFFm2ET8k0H4KZzOs6pqSA8EHWo2sDPVvxoyLktZgrJnS2SzPMxrUT9tjtpCMLobME7Zg_MTHk362AViFYjah0/s320/wicked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251663462830569442" /></a><br /><br /><br />I am really excited for Wicked to finally come to Utah. I've been wanting to see the musical which is based on Gregory Maguire's novel for such a long time. Soon, it will be in Utah at Capitol Theatre. I'm overly excited now, because my mom and dad just went to see Wicked in New York and loved it. Only about eight more months...seems like such a long time. But I'm sure it's well worth the wait.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-5578133306570556032008-09-24T22:54:00.002-06:002008-09-24T23:01:41.143-06:00What Do You Think?So, working in the media, I have the opportunity to view many story ideas. I also get to view and sometimes critique other media outlets stories. It's a great job and I love to hear and read responses and comments on different topics in the news. <br />Today, this website made its way in to the media and has gained much attention from viewers everywhere. Take a look at it. I'd like to hear your response and read your views on it. <br /><br /><br />http://signingforsomething.org/blog/Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-23826399659758197832008-09-23T22:34:00.001-06:002008-09-23T22:53:03.918-06:00Everything You Want to KnowI've been thinking of several different topics to blog about tonight...but nothing seems to pique my interest. So, I'd like to hear from my readers. What would you like me to blog about? What things do you want to hear from me? I'll seriously consider any idea given-ThanksNatasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212580805860376846.post-84335112376695657972008-09-19T22:16:00.002-06:002008-09-19T22:55:52.372-06:00Sept 19, 2008 Is....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9__12_HUPDlSqK-6iYcM6XCb1xuS1OV2UT6aA4vxrAwpToGoX7Z3h9dC8fxe4ofjcysRqOAuMU1UE9NpAe1aw9LrIsXfCQxqu8FiwLScJWnYPFbfhaVdvE1fnaF8mgxBJX92aMv5z7Oc/s1600-h/PIRATE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9__12_HUPDlSqK-6iYcM6XCb1xuS1OV2UT6aA4vxrAwpToGoX7Z3h9dC8fxe4ofjcysRqOAuMU1UE9NpAe1aw9LrIsXfCQxqu8FiwLScJWnYPFbfhaVdvE1fnaF8mgxBJX92aMv5z7Oc/s200/PIRATE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247962722185805874" /></a><br />National Talk Like a Pirate Day!<br /><br />It's true, there is such a thing. What once was a goofy idea celebrated by a handful of friends has turned into an international phenomenon that shows no sign of letting up. People all across the Country are celebrating National Talk Like a Pirate Day-many of who have made it an excuse to party like pirates every Sept 19th, and for many, days after.Natasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17471937307423694546noreply@blogger.com0