<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:30:56.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashton Land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-350477630192121224</id><published>2010-03-08T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:13:24.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm4joNelI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bqpRbYZ6bds/s1600-h/the+pier"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm4joNelI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bqpRbYZ6bds/s320/the+pier" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446513183685442130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm4AcsnHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TpODp2zfWsc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm4AcsnHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TpODp2zfWsc/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446513174241909874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm34mkKxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9_nyRStxhjk/s1600-h/lunch"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm34mkKxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9_nyRStxhjk/s320/lunch" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446513172135815954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm3e4Bm-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yaV8grIlGj8/s1600-h/haight+st."&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm3e4Bm-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yaV8grIlGj8/s320/haight+st." border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446513165229726690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm22Wd6uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/O4ZAtuB-LvE/s1600-h/golden+gate"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm22Wd6uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/O4ZAtuB-LvE/s320/golden+gate" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446513154351557346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from an amazing girl trip.  we saw everything from the golden gate bridge to haight street.  my sister has all of the pics, but these are a few from my phone.  what an adventure!  thanks to m&amp;m for making this such a memorable trip. remember how we were mugged? yes, that happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-350477630192121224?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/350477630192121224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=350477630192121224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/350477630192121224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/350477630192121224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip.html' title='the trip'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S5Xm4joNelI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bqpRbYZ6bds/s72-c/the+pier' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-656055030369306167</id><published>2010-03-03T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:20:03.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure...</title><content type='html'>i was moping recently.  i do that sometimes.  i think to myself, "i am only 24 and the most exciting part of my day is scrabble and a diet coke," and then I sigh and feel bad for myself.  (i'm not saying this isn't diva-esque behavior but I occasionally wallow in in self-pity. what?).  aaron noticed the other night and decided that in order for his wife to be happy she needed adventure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he took me to the Clark Planetarium and we saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S47CxZK_FMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ytlTDv099wg/s1600-h/4b755200700f30354238179ec5409980.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S47CxZK_FMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ytlTDv099wg/s320/4b755200700f30354238179ec5409980.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444503153363850434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Sunday we decided to explore this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S47Db22UJsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SarJv2NpzQc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S47Db22UJsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SarJv2NpzQc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444503882884720322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the spiral jetty in case you were wondering.  it's out in the middle of nowhere and well, we almost made it until we ran out of gas..BUT an adventure it still was.  (and i would show you pics of our adventure if my camera hadn't deleted all of them. sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm off to san fran. yay for feeling alive :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-656055030369306167?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/656055030369306167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=656055030369306167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/656055030369306167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/656055030369306167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2010/03/adventure.html' title='Adventure...'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S47CxZK_FMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ytlTDv099wg/s72-c/4b755200700f30354238179ec5409980.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-795026200087648725</id><published>2010-02-18T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:47:23.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S33DW8obf7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/I0d1AnnesBo/s1600-h/P1000965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S33DW8obf7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/I0d1AnnesBo/s320/P1000965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439718723933667250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S33DVqkEvfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9F4RXWQhMmI/s1600-h/P1000986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S33DVqkEvfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9F4RXWQhMmI/s320/P1000986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439718701903691250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S33DUWRiuKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mKQQ1-km59Y/s1600-h/P1000918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S33DUWRiuKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mKQQ1-km59Y/s320/P1000918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439718679277385890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something about rainy weather that makes me think of the good ol' days. ha. last night aaron and i talked about how lucky we were to have gone on a cruise in europe.  it makes me happy when i think about it :)  here are some pics of the honeymoon..not that anyone cares...but i heart them. yes.  i just said heart them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note.  don't you hate when people use "  " ..these too much.  like we didn't get the "point"...duh.  ha.  random....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-795026200087648725?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/795026200087648725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=795026200087648725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/795026200087648725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/795026200087648725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2010/02/memory-lane.html' title='memory lane'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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dating again..and as we all know, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is NOT Dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is to say, marriage is WAY harder but also more fulfilling and definitely more real, while dating is just excitement and flirtation.  maybe that's it.  i forget how amazing and important honesty, reality (i.e. being real) and loving a person even if their eyes swell shut everyday (allergic reaction, ask me later) really is.  i just want to feel new, exciting, and smokin' hot.  ha.  so here are my goals for this year's love fest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chill out&lt;br /&gt;2. love unselfishly &lt;br /&gt;3. eat a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe make my traditional v-day sugar explosion.  muah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a video of aaron and me in paris..and in love.  ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c1fde15e3684e0f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-7489539014647449467</id><published>2010-02-07T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:15:11.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my feet are cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S27nB2IYQHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_pJ-FjpP4Yg/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-07+at+09.05+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S27nB2IYQHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_pJ-FjpP4Yg/s320/Photo+on+2010-02-07+at+09.05+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435535819179311218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S27nBkuCJlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/t55wyo9qGRU/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-07+at+09.05+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S27nBkuCJlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/t55wyo9qGRU/s320/Photo+on+2010-02-07+at+09.05+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435535814505408082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S27nBWXg3GI/AAAAAAAAAII/j_mXgxZ0UgY/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-07+at+09.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S27nBWXg3GI/AAAAAAAAAII/j_mXgxZ0UgY/s320/Photo+on+2010-02-07+at+09.04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435535810652855394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are SO much better than words sometimes right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-7489539014647449467?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/7489539014647449467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=7489539014647449467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7489539014647449467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7489539014647449467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-feet-are-cold.html' title='my feet are cold'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/S27nB2IYQHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_pJ-FjpP4Yg/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-02-07+at+09.05+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1986412243767814324</id><published>2010-02-06T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:01:38.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things and stuff...</title><content type='html'>yes. i am a horrible blogger.  acknowledged.  so yes, aaron did finish the 12 days of christmas.  i now have a new i-phone, and other various electronic devices to prove it.  and yes, an i-phone really is better than a google phone (or pretty much any other phone i've seen) so there. ha.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight i'm sitting in st. george.  i've just finished singing three pieces with orchestra and it was SO amazing to perform again.  i feel i've been out of solo singing practice for quite some time.  it was a fun opportunity to jump back in (and get paid.  thank you jack).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should we see if i can upload a video?  probably not...but let's find out anyway.... here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nope.  it seems it is too large to upload. sigh.  welp.  must sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1986412243767814324?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1986412243767814324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1986412243767814324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1986412243767814324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1986412243767814324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-and-stuff.html' title='things and stuff...'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-6344748095650542525</id><published>2009-12-21T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:23:19.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, i have been away.  we took a little trip to rexburg for the grandpa ashton surprise b-day party.  i love hangin' with the ashtons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all three of you are wondering what the 5th, 6th, and 7th days of christmas were.....well the 5th was a replaced windshield (very useful and very very much appreciated, but i didn't think many people would want a pic of that one. ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 6th &amp;amp; 7th were days of mirrors....check it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sy_zza31AyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FFmu76p6ods/s1600-h/P1010470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sy_zza31AyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FFmu76p6ods/s320/P1010470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816941462356770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sy_z0Zx8NoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/n0geEisNcfg/s1600-h/P1010474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sy_z0Zx8NoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/n0geEisNcfg/s320/P1010474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816958349096578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sy_z0KAeBAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UqhIilL2_E4/s1600-h/P1010472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sy_z0KAeBAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UqhIilL2_E4/s320/P1010472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816954115064834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top three mirrors will eventually swivel out after i mount them.&lt;br /&gt;neat huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way..if anyone ever reads this you should also check out my cousin Katie's Blog..&lt;br /&gt;it's on the left under..katie jo designs.  (as i am obviously too lazy to post a link here).  she is so creative it makes me feel sheepish. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-6344748095650542525?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/6344748095650542525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=6344748095650542525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/6344748095650542525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/6344748095650542525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/12/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='tick tock tick tock'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sy_zza31AyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FFmu76p6ods/s72-c/P1010470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1167822502838704384</id><published>2009-12-17T15:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:46:32.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day of christmas ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SyrB4JPYMVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bsZOwdFzOeY/s1600-h/P1010468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SyrB4JPYMVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bsZOwdFzOeY/s320/P1010468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416354672163696978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day #4= hours of brainless enjoyment.  as i never buy these for myself but like to take subtle looks waiting in line at the store, aaron gave me a year subscription to one of these gems.  any opinions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SyrA9lDUF2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/A4u66m-rUjU/s1600-h/P1010469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SyrA9lDUF2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/A4u66m-rUjU/s320/P1010469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416353666017007458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that look just say, "i know i'm getting lovin' for this tonight?"  yes. yes it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1167822502838704384?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1167822502838704384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1167822502838704384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1167822502838704384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1167822502838704384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/12/4th-day-of-christmas.html' title='4th day of christmas ....'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SyrB4JPYMVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bsZOwdFzOeY/s72-c/P1010468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-2893504843625775165</id><published>2009-12-16T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:27:34.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>should I be posting this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SymyyjPpQoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8J-_5PAYjaY/s1600-h/Photo+84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SymyyjPpQoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8J-_5PAYjaY/s320/Photo+84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416056608413794946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel slightly vain and/or spoiled posting these..but maybe someone will get gift ideas? ha.  I'll just tell myself that.  Today aaron gave me this beautiful glass clock.  It's blending in this pic but you get the idea.  This is on my desk in my music studio.  awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-2893504843625775165?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/2893504843625775165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=2893504843625775165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2893504843625775165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2893504843625775165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-i-be-posting-this.html' title='should I be posting this?'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SymyyjPpQoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8J-_5PAYjaY/s72-c/Photo+84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-4848379477622981227</id><published>2009-12-15T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:30:51.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my true love gave to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Syg4ACI6uYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7TwkykHsy8A/s1600-h/Photo+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Syg4ACI6uYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7TwkykHsy8A/s320/Photo+82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415640125138450818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first day of christmas....yes that's pine bough in those flowers. yummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second day of christmas my true love gave to me...this loverly music stand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Syg3XxtnMMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NlrQOBl70Xs/s1600-h/Photo+83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Syg3XxtnMMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NlrQOBl70Xs/s320/Photo+83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415639433534189762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron just started with the 12 days of Christmas.  what a nice guy huh?  sometimes i wonder why i'm a hater...i've never done the 12 days of christmas and this is aaron's SECOND time doing it for me.  sigh. it's nice to feel loved :) (although if your husband isn't doing this for you..don't feel unloved -BECCA, just know that my man is better than your man. ha. JUST KIDDING).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-4848379477622981227?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/4848379477622981227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=4848379477622981227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/4848379477622981227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/4848379477622981227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-true-love-gave-to-me.html' title='my true love gave to me.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Syg4ACI6uYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7TwkykHsy8A/s72-c/Photo+82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-8483161960038826581</id><published>2009-11-04T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:23:05.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmen</title><content type='html'>Tonight I found out I was accepted into the chorus of Carmen for Utah Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in January go and see Carmen...with me....probably being a somewhat skanky local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SvJvGLZ457I/AAAAAAAAAGI/8I0kOYOvTjY/s1600-h/carmen_242x164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SvJvGLZ457I/AAAAAAAAAGI/8I0kOYOvTjY/s320/carmen_242x164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400501055101921202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-8483161960038826581?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/8483161960038826581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=8483161960038826581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/8483161960038826581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/8483161960038826581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/11/carmen.html' title='Carmen'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SvJvGLZ457I/AAAAAAAAAGI/8I0kOYOvTjY/s72-c/carmen_242x164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1981374930220068089</id><published>2009-11-02T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:50:32.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice Lessons</title><content type='html'>Hey all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been crazy motivated this week and put together my teaching website. woo hoo!  halloween pics to come shortly but if you know anyone interested in singing...check this out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nataliecope.musicteachershelper.com/home"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://nataliecope.musicteachershelper.com/home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would make me less poor. ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1981374930220068089?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1981374930220068089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1981374930220068089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1981374930220068089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1981374930220068089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/11/voice-lessons.html' title='Voice Lessons'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-4541986685759055792</id><published>2009-10-26T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:15:13.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SuXW5L1gLMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/W6pzuo6O45E/s1600-h/Photo+74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SuXW5L1gLMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/W6pzuo6O45E/s320/Photo+74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956006391491778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am an old lady.  aaron bought me a heating blanket so that i could finally sleep.  my feet and hands get SO cold at night that i can't relax. ha.  and this is with two blankets on.  so here it is...me under my old lady heating blanket.  yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on the mirror:  it still looks gold even after staining it a slightly less vegas gold, but i'm loving it.  is that weird?  I think it might go in my music room! yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to put three mirrors up in my bedroom. one in the middle, and two that bend in at the sides.  like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SuXYKgG20gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BIzoCu1ymmE/s1600-h/0096581_PE236418_S3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SuXYKgG20gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BIzoCu1ymmE/s320/0096581_PE236418_S3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396957403402392066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with a light above it?  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-4541986685759055792?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/4541986685759055792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=4541986685759055792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/4541986685759055792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/4541986685759055792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-lady.html' title='old lady'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SuXW5L1gLMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/W6pzuo6O45E/s72-c/Photo+74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-7152231846236305465</id><published>2009-10-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:28:08.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/St45ZU7iEcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QY7VXoUQmBI/s1600-h/Photo+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/St45ZU7iEcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QY7VXoUQmBI/s320/Photo+72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394812510914351554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I found THE mirror at DI a few days ago.  This is the before pic.  I'm planning on taking it from scary sun god mirror to wow...was that your grandma's amazing indie mirror? YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-7152231846236305465?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/7152231846236305465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=7152231846236305465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7152231846236305465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7152231846236305465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/10/mirror.html' title='the mirror'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/St45ZU7iEcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QY7VXoUQmBI/s72-c/Photo+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-659049698557577275</id><published>2009-10-12T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:12:33.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potting</title><content type='html'>So in my attempt to collect more hobbies I went to a potting class at Red Butte with my madre and aunt.  It was great girl bonding time.  Apparently in December Red Butte classes are making wreaths! I know you're excited. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/StNg2yJk3TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lce5zEbO9ew/s1600-h/P1010364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/StNg2yJk3TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lce5zEbO9ew/s320/P1010364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759673183755570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/StNg3_scItI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rpHuiGzxOAw/s1600-h/P1010367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/StNg3_scItI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rpHuiGzxOAw/s320/P1010367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759693999514322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-659049698557577275?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/659049698557577275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=659049698557577275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/659049698557577275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/659049698557577275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/10/potting.html' title='Potting'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/StNg2yJk3TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lce5zEbO9ew/s72-c/P1010364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1541314505236190762</id><published>2009-10-07T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:15:50.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Ss1kjtJYkZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0oh27bavEEY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Ss1kjtJYkZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0oh27bavEEY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390074893609505170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday I made stuffed green peppers.  they were divine.  you should make them too.&lt;br /&gt;Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;6 large green peppers&lt;br /&gt;1 28 oz can diced tomatoes/ S&amp;amp;W ready cut tomatoes are excellent&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. beef&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;br /&gt;3/4 long grain rice&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. worcestershire sauce (yes I had to google that spelling and then go get the bottle..amazing)&lt;br /&gt;4 oz colby jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown meat and chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;Add tomatoes, water, rice and sauce&lt;br /&gt;Cover and simmer for 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Then stir in cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut off lids of green peppers and boil peppers for 6 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill peppers and bake for 20-25 minutes at 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame blog post? ah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1541314505236190762?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1541314505236190762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1541314505236190762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1541314505236190762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1541314505236190762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuffed.html' title='stuffed...'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Ss1kjtJYkZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0oh27bavEEY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-927991470156861386</id><published>2009-10-04T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:16:22.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone's doing it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://travisbecca.blogspot.com/2009/09/facts-about-us.html"&gt;Random information you probably don't care about....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;this is a quiz from andrea..and then becca..so if you're in the cool club, maybe you'll do it too. 2 cool 2 be 4 gotten.  yep. that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; ♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your middle names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lynne with an "e" people, and EDWARD.  yes, vampire jokes are often swapped in the cope-ashton household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long have you been together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O geez, too long? ha.  We dated for about two years and have been married for a year and five months.  woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long did you know each other before you started dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmm not very long, a few weeks?  I dated him and another boy at the same time ...kissed other boy...stopped dating aaron.  Aaron dated other girl. We both broke up with "others" ..and dated again. phew.  long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who asked who out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aaron apparently left orchestra to ask me out.  I was practicing sight singing.  His approach was "I'm going to take you to lunch."  What could I say...he was so dang confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who made the first move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MMM depends on what kind of "move."  I was first at hugs etc., but he kissed me on his couch.  He claims I was "begging for it."  Yeah I'm pretty sure I was.  What.  You weren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How old are each of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24 and 34.  Yep 10 years apart.  I had to explain who Beyonce was once. ha.  Slight age gap at moments but usually in a good way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you go to the same school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes.  BYU HFAC dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you from the same home town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always think that's slightly creepy marrying someone from the same town. No offense anyone.  But No, I'm from Hooper..he's from Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is the smartest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got practical knowledge..and maybe slightly more business minded but he's got the right-minded creative genius thing going on.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who majored in what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moi: Vocal Performance  Him (how do you say "him" in french. crap, I should know that): Violin Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is the most sensitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME ME ME ME ME ME ME. I'm slightly crazy...most of the time. It's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We don't really ever eat together. I know...but our schedules are so different.  I would say..East Sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greece, Italy, France and Turkey.  woot woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who has the worst temper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get weepy..he gets angry.  Pretty typical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many children do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the next five years. Zero..zip.....sorry mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who does the cooking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We don't cook..but if necessary aaron makes a mean breakfast and I make pretty dang good stuffed green peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is more social?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That would be me.  I need people.  The bigger the crowd the better.  It gives me energy and excitement. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is the neat-freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me.  Yes I am slightly ocd.  It really bothers me to have mail on the kitchen table.  ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is the most stubborn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron claims we're both an Alpha.  This leads to many many power struggles.  ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who wakes up earlier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It depends on the job.  I had to be at school around 7:15 last year so I was always up earlier.  Times have changed so it's usually always aaron these days.  He's a "morning person" gag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where was your first date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;crap..Denny's?  We had breakfast because my schedule was so crazy at the time.  We did go river rafting later on...I think that's when the spark happened.  ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who has the bigger family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron.  Three brothers..One sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get flowers often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As often as I care to get them.  I don't really care about the flowers..it's the card or the affection that matters more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you spend the holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year we did both families.  We were stopped at a gas station on christmas day because it was snowing so badly.  Good memories :) This year we're switching off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is more jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe me?  He had a LOT of time to be crazy in his youth. ha  I sometimes wish I would've let loose more often.  Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long did it take to get serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A year?  I was freaked out by marriage and we were a little on and off for awhile.  I left for a study abroad for a couple of months...we broke up for awhile. Complicated mostly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who eats more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron eats more breakfast..I eat more of everything else. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What do you do for a living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I teach voice lessons/sing.  Aaron is a studio musician.  He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who does/did the laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We each do our own.  I don't think we've ever done a load together in a year and a half.  Is that weird?  O well.  It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who’s better with the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron.  I've learned Illustrator so I'm better at that program..but he's better with everything else...except maybe facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who drives when you are together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We switch off.  Usually Aaron drives a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is "your" song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's a coldplay song.  We danced to it at our wedding.  I know it as "import track #3."  I think it's "I feel Safe" or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  done and done.  enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-927991470156861386?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/927991470156861386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=927991470156861386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/927991470156861386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/927991470156861386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyones-doing-it.html' title='everyone&apos;s doing it....'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-2347137161282390031</id><published>2009-07-03T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:50:05.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl night</title><content type='html'>tonight my madre and i went to the gateway to hang out, where i promptly spent my b-day money buying this.....a good sale at anthropology is hard to find...but we did it. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sk7eljhYzoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m-AGHHDr9h8/s1600-h/933097_070_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sk7eljhYzoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m-AGHHDr9h8/s320/933097_070_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354461743761903234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with a gray cardigan).   and coveting this (to the right)......ah cuteness. and it's called "delightfully askew blouse" (adorable huh).  yes, i like fashion.  this does not mean i'm a mindless barbie. although i bet barbie is pretty happy in her mindlessness.  just sayin'. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sk7e8_bFAFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0_Fo3radrGg/s1600-h/910204_010_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sk7e8_bFAFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0_Fo3radrGg/s320/910204_010_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354462146388623442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i finished rereading Les Miserables. i always love reading it.  anyone have a new and exciting new book find?  i'm in desperate need of good books as aaron is never home and we have no tv. ha yes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-2347137161282390031?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/2347137161282390031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=2347137161282390031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2347137161282390031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2347137161282390031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-night.html' title='girl night'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sk7eljhYzoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m-AGHHDr9h8/s72-c/933097_070_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1476363620123875592</id><published>2009-06-26T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:18:28.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n</title><content type='html'>why hello.  i need help.  my big achievement of the day was getting my butt out of bed and making dinner. that's it. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i'm putting off looking for another job because i don't want to hate my life quite yet.  yes, i still get a paycheck for the next three months (the benefit of being a school teacher) BUT, i get anxious after about a week.  i must be active ALWAYS.  so if any of you out there know of any music jobs give me a call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone need a singer...anyone.....ANYONE? ha *eye twitch...slurp of vanilla zero.  stare out window. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1476363620123875592?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1476363620123875592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1476363620123875592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1476363620123875592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1476363620123875592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/06/p-r-o-c-r-s-t-i-n-t-i-o-n.html' title='p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1302101729173571561</id><published>2009-06-21T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:49:09.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birfday</title><content type='html'>this goes out to bec...who i've always had to share everything with...even a birthday. ha.&lt;br /&gt;the b-day started out &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sj7-3YimOLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OyGMTpdz0WE/s1600-h/P1010264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sj7-3YimOLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OyGMTpdz0WE/s320/P1010264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349993634796550322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with a trip to Spark &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sj7-3PnJFtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3P8GqLej2oI/s1600-h/P1010263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sj7-3PnJFtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3P8GqLej2oI/s320/P1010263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349993632399693522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lounge in provo, which was good i must say...good food and fun drinks.  then we hung at bec's place before heading to dinner and lagoon. (o my, has anyone ever been on "wicked," the new ride? it was pretty dang scary, aaron has claw marks to prove it.  what a fun and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sj7-3mO37KI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S4H55db8ReA/s1600-h/P1010265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sj7-3mO37KI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S4H55db8ReA/s320/P1010265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349993638471920802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random day. woot to getting old and staying sexy. eh eh? validate me someone.  here's some random pics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1302101729173571561?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1302101729173571561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1302101729173571561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1302101729173571561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1302101729173571561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/06/birfday.html' title='birfday'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sj7-3YimOLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OyGMTpdz0WE/s72-c/P1010264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-5666537706607401711</id><published>2009-06-11T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:14:30.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>showcase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SjFJZxygGZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P3y3LyoJ1nQ/s1600-h/s796550477_6949981_6481481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SjFJZxygGZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P3y3LyoJ1nQ/s320/s796550477_6949981_6481481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346134939876202898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking with the writing.  i'll try a bit harder...maybe. ha.  so recently i put on a "showcase" for my performing arts kids.  it was so much work and so rewarding.  aaron helped me with sound and my madre and sister(s) helped with the set.  i've learned so much this year about teaching and patience. ha.  also about putting up a good fight and working really hard for everything i want.  (real life is harder than college).   i'm now looking for another job in the arts.  good luck to me in this economy! these are my kids. fun fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-5666537706607401711?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/5666537706607401711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=5666537706607401711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/5666537706607401711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/5666537706607401711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/06/showcase.html' title='showcase!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SjFJZxygGZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P3y3LyoJ1nQ/s72-c/s796550477_6949981_6481481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-3685903054800619353</id><published>2009-05-13T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:57:00.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SguIVLXvMBI/AAAAAAAAADM/IXr6-C4dcNU/s1600-h/P1010240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SguIVLXvMBI/AAAAAAAAADM/IXr6-C4dcNU/s320/P1010240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508080961466386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SguIU6LphkI/AAAAAAAAADE/T47l7yJC774/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SguIU6LphkI/AAAAAAAAADE/T47l7yJC774/s320/P1010245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508076347360834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this goes out to the new graduate.  go aaron!  you're a rock star....with uh a pink tassel.  SWEET.  gotta love being a music major :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-3685903054800619353?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/3685903054800619353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=3685903054800619353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3685903054800619353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3685903054800619353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaron.html' title='aaron'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SguIVLXvMBI/AAAAAAAAADM/IXr6-C4dcNU/s72-c/P1010240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-5626269622242529939</id><published>2009-04-06T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:52:36.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me what i want</title><content type='html'>i officially yelled at the weatherman yesterday.  aaron thought i was a little crazy but COME ON.  i find it very irritating when fox 13 says weather NOW, news NOW, blah blah blah and then they string you on for an hour until they give you the 7 day forecast. oh, and right before they do they say something very mysterious like..."will it be more of the same this week, we'll tell you as soon as we get done with fifteen comercials and talking about a woman had 40 cats in her home and repeat news repeat news repeat news..and this was the temperature today" (as if we didn't look outside or leave the house ALL DAY). and usually the person giving it is so pleased with themselves that they actually predicted 7 DAYS OF COLD WEATHER. boo on you and boo and utah.  i'm moving to hawaii and starting a music program. rant complete.  i feel better. lighter.  can i get an amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note.  i was actually on Fox 13 news for cool school of the week.  yup humiliating but fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-5626269622242529939?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/5626269622242529939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=5626269622242529939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/5626269622242529939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/5626269622242529939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-what-i-want.html' title='give me what i want'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-7858150157969703060</id><published>2009-04-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:19:23.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bec</title><content type='html'>to bec;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.  those of you not bec, feel free to skip this post.  i just wanted to let you know how fantastic you are at being a mom.  whenever i watch you have eternal patience through bryant's hour(s) of screaming i am always amazed.  i guess i never realized before how very difficult motherhood is.  i have to say, i was a little skeptical of complaining mothers to their very tired full-time working husbands but oi it looks hard raising a kid.  i can sleep whenever i want (okay, well mostly), i can be selfish most of the time and motherhood changes everything about that.  so i guess long way of saying YOU ROCK.  love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-7858150157969703060?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/7858150157969703060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=7858150157969703060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7858150157969703060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7858150157969703060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/04/bec.html' title='bec'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-8312808444687615649</id><published>2009-03-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:55:57.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sc6AeBLdxHI/AAAAAAAAACU/H9gKx-2Lvlw/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sc6AeBLdxHI/AAAAAAAAACU/H9gKx-2Lvlw/s320/Photo+68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318329463172088946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chopped my hair off and i LOVE IT.  i told aaron last night that women with short hair are more successful. ha.  the new fawcet?  i think so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-8312808444687615649?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/8312808444687615649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=8312808444687615649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/8312808444687615649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/8312808444687615649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-me.html' title='new me'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/Sc6AeBLdxHI/AAAAAAAAACU/H9gKx-2Lvlw/s72-c/Photo+68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-392097264968302444</id><published>2009-03-23T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:24:35.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cozy 97.9</title><content type='html'>as my monday/wednesday night routine of de-stresssing (i am ashamed to say this) i "sometimes" listen to cozy.  tonight was especially cuddley.  a brief description of the event follows..ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really ever...ever really ever loved a woman?&lt;br /&gt;nat's thought process &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"well have you...men of the world ...have you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat starts rockin' out and connecting spiritually with Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah cue lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To really love a woman, to understand her&lt;br /&gt;You gotta know her deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Hear every thought, see every dream&lt;br /&gt;An' give her wings when she wants to fly&lt;br /&gt;Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman&lt;br /&gt;You tell her, that she's really wanted&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz she needs somebody"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nat lingers a little too long on "she's" (long note)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red light. nat stops the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looks left all clear.. looks right at an unusually rockin' steerwheel hit on long high note.  man staring at natalie thinking she is ...um...listening to cozy...need i say more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really,  visit me anytime....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-392097264968302444?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/392097264968302444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>to twitter</title><content type='html'>what exactly is "twittering"?  i keep hearing the word or phrase "so and so has updated their blog through twitter".  what the... why the new technology and what does it mean.  ah a deep mystery. someone clue me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes i finished "the Singing"  if any of you are trying to find it go to barnes and noble and "pretend" to browse the history section.  at this point make a subtle course for the "teen fantasy aisle"  it should be right next to some twilight knockoff and a book about a dragon.  amazing day with my book rendezvous. yes sweet release from daily gloom and doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we should try an experiment.  if you are reading this blog.  give a shout out.  thanks bec. ha ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1432017229826248805?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-5810975422103104174</id><published>2009-03-20T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:26:51.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read me</title><content type='html'>listen to my playlist in a dark room.  absorb it.  love it.  life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was beautiful.  bec and i took a stroll by the provo river today.  it was so warm!  i can't believe how my mood changes with sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie time. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-5810975422103104174?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/5810975422103104174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=5810975422103104174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/5810975422103104174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/5810975422103104174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/03/read-me.html' title='read me'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1873925571198733103</id><published>2009-03-18T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:03:35.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats</title><content type='html'>i want to give a shout out to the little simon.  i'm so excited to see him!  i hope he's doing great at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second thought:  i took my high school kids to the marriage of figaro this past week.  it rocked.  i strongly recommend seeing it as Figaro was incredible.  i laughed out loud in several sections (yes, i'm the opera nerd). does the period go after the ) ?  i need to review my writing skills apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low point:  i watched AND enjoyed little house on the prairie yesterday.  wow.  laura was all grown up and married. sniffle.  come visit me anytime :) ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come on my adorable music room....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1873925571198733103?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1873925571198733103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1873925571198733103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1873925571198733103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1873925571198733103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/03/congrats.html' title='congrats'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-3762509453278398499</id><published>2009-02-16T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:25:18.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V day!!!</title><content type='html'>yes....the yellow truck...."bulldozer" get it? subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SZms_tTiGmI/AAAAAAAAABI/HrhHMbE73Bc/s1600-h/P1010209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     My favorite truck of the night.                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of placing unrealistic romantic expectations on aaron this year i decided to plan valentines day.  i think every wife/girlfriend should take over planning dates because it's harder than you think!!! aaron was amazed at how much time i spent planning. (i think it's good to set a high standard ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so white trash date here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night began after I researched the best hamburger in salt lake...."the Garlic Burger" was the critic choice so we headed out to "the cotton bottom inn" i.e. bar. hilarious.  imagine psycho....shower scene knife jabs...death music....and welcome to the good ol' cotton bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the awkward non-drinkers in the small dark creepy room, we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SZmtewaDokI/AAAAAAAAABg/HHgs23ce5QY/s1600-h/10397182p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SZmtewaDokI/AAAAAAAAABg/HHgs23ce5QY/s320/10397182p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460780107342402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;order our diet cokes and pick the darkest corner in the shack.  ha.  then we jump into our burgers.  ah long-lasting garlic breath isn't the most romantic idea in the world.  stupid natalie. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up.  MONSTER TRUCK RACE!!!! yeah! too much testosterone. at first i was very confused on why anyone would want to spend money on this event...but that was before the monster truck "freestyle" uh huh.  HUGE jumps, spinning, rolling, man shouting, air jabs, hand slap, YEAHHHHHHH.  chest slap.  phew. what a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll spare you details of our white trash "after party" ha.  welp. love ye aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-3762509453278398499?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/3762509453278398499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=3762509453278398499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3762509453278398499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3762509453278398499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V day!!!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SZms_tTiGmI/AAAAAAAAABI/HrhHMbE73Bc/s72-c/P1010209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-9209494353465929087</id><published>2009-02-02T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:01:18.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cutie pie</title><content type='html'>yes i am eating conversation hearts.  so i'm sitting here in the hospital watching my rock star sister sleep.  she just had her new baby boy Bryant.  he's now in the nicu (newborn intensive care unit) for some breathing complications.  it all seems so unreal that my twin sister has a child.  i'm hoping he's going to make it through today with no other problems, that they'll be able to find the problem so that bec and bry can reunite.  i see how much she misses him already.  to you mothers out there. way to go.  that's the scariest thing i've ever seen!!! ha.  i can't believe women put themselves through that! and those of you who don't have an epidural. wow. masochists? jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you bec and bryant.  i just want bec to have a room full of flowers and family with her little boy.  i hope it happens!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to trav.  you'll be the best dad of all time. no really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-9209494353465929087?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/9209494353465929087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=9209494353465929087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/9209494353465929087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/9209494353465929087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutie-pie.html' title='cutie pie'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-3271244389047997813</id><published>2009-01-28T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:17:32.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>job hell</title><content type='html'>i had to give out grades today. i am horribly bad at giving out grades.  what is the point of some stupid letter defining how smart a person is?  well, i had lots of kids with lots of bad grades. (okay probably not THAT many but does that mean i suck as a teacher?) mmmmm don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how much of a fine line there is between hope and holy crap my life is turning to crap?  i choose hope. that's my message of the day.  choose, because it's too easy to fall off the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to tin hat trio...i strongly recommend it. even if it's just a one time go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like randomness. shall i try word association? black. black speaker. black like my decaying dark demented soul ha. soul. music. the thrill is gone. gone. sunlight. tan. swimming. st george. becca. laughter. baby. bec's baby. excited. aaron. car horn. aaron's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.  love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-3271244389047997813?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/3271244389047997813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=3271244389047997813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3271244389047997813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3271244389047997813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-hell.html' title='job hell'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-1642053179384551124</id><published>2009-01-25T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:34:10.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why hello</title><content type='html'>so i'm not a blogger. those of you who know me well....know this VERY well.  BUT i'm making a change. mostly so that my niece will know my name. so here's a shout out to the ava. your aunt's name is NATALIE. (deb, this is where you practice....n  a  t  a  l  i  e). very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things of interest for today and/or thoughts of the day.  aaron had me record some funny sounding vocals for some track he's putting together. it was incredibly fun and aaron was a very good vocal coach.  his comments and I quote, "just put more air in it. stop supporting it. sound like a little girl."  a betty boop visual was the key to unlocking my voice teacher's worst nightmare. ha. it was a pretty great diversion if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts.  i'm rereading "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac. I read this book two years ago and thought it was ...well....not very captivating and scattered. BUT aaron claims it was a society changing book so i'm giving it a second chance.  apparently he wrote the whole book on one long sheet of paper with no punctuation or paragraphs.  so when I read it seems like a very very very very long road. ha. those intellectuals out there please forgive me, i'm trying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...another day of teaching tomorrow. i have two auditions coming up so we'll see how they go.   keep an eye out for any events that need a singer.  woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-1642053179384551124?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/1642053179384551124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=1642053179384551124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1642053179384551124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/1642053179384551124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-hello.html' title='why hello'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-112921801965291638</id><published>2008-10-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:54:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things and stuff</title><content type='html'>ah the opera.  a few weeks ago i took my classes to see madame butterfly.  what can i say, it's three hours of operatic singing with a suicide at the end.  i probably should've warned them of that but i couldn't resist seeing their reaction.  my take on the production= great scenery but not so great singing.  this could've been because i attended a "dress rehearsal" and some of the singers were marking (i guess it is puccini and very long).  overall i felt that it was lacking some emotional connection to the audience.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note, i'm soon posting pics of my apartment for all to see. woot.  o, and i participated in the cope family pumpkin carving night last night (aaron with a drill and mixing tip is something not to miss)...stay posted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-112921801965291638?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/112921801965291638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=112921801965291638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/112921801965291638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/112921801965291638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-and-stuff.html' title='things and stuff'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-2781612384856759175</id><published>2008-10-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:12:03.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy happy</title><content type='html'>i'm HAPPY. ha.  i've made a goal and i'm sticking with it.  so this week brings lots of happy activities *mad laughter.  thursday i'm taking my performing arts kids (and the fam) to the opera.  i'm pretty excited to take these kids to something completely different than the norm they're used to. hopefully they won't fall asleep.  i have school off thursday &amp;amp; friday. woot.  bec and i decided to craft a table so we'll see what actually happens.  as for the other details in my life.  not much happening that i will openly talk about on a blog. ha.  i'm in serious need of good friends.  i think i've officially past the "only want to be with my husband every day and night" stage and am ready for outside individuals in my life.  (as much as i do love aaron) it's time.  i've been thinking about what i like about winter.  you notice i say "like" because actually i HATE winter. yes random rant. i'm tired.  so i came up with a few "happy winter activities".....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;barnes and noble.  new book smell.  hot chocolate.  quiet corner. heaven.  all i need is a light snow outside. mmm mmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crisp air.  weird i know. i love walking outside and thinking.  *ahhhhhhh THAT'S clean air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holidays.  need i say more.  i'm a five year old stuck in a tired body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.  that's all i've got.  any ideas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-2781612384856759175?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/2781612384856759175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=2781612384856759175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2781612384856759175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2781612384856759175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-happy-happy.html' title='happy happy happy'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-3685256571681244685</id><published>2008-09-27T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:34:19.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can i can i can</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SN5ruf2ZTpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hZPlfzxADXo/s1600-h/whatIsTheWhat_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SN5ruf2ZTpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hZPlfzxADXo/s320/whatIsTheWhat_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250752662128381586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i recently just finished this book (and aaron's birthday gift..sorry aaron) and loved it!  this is a story about one of the lost boys of sudan.  it's one of those stories that makes you realize the ease of your own life.  valentino achak deng's story is incredibly moving and honestly more tragic than i thought any human being could endure.  i love to read books that put life into perspective.  i tend to mope when life doesn't turn out exactly how i wanted it to, and then you wake up and realize how easy it has been when compared to a story like this.  point.  be grateful because it could be much much worse.  check out this man's website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.valentinoachakdeng.org/"&gt;http://www.valentinoachakdeng.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this man is changing the world he knew.  i feel inspired....obviously..to do more.  i live within my own tiny world most of the time when there is so much suffering and need waiting for our help.  yes!!! ok.  soapbox number 2 complete. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-3685256571681244685?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/3685256571681244685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=3685256571681244685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3685256571681244685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/3685256571681244685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-i-can-i-can.html' title='i can i can i can'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVrP7XqfmY0/SN5ruf2ZTpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hZPlfzxADXo/s72-c/whatIsTheWhat_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-7220312780719522776</id><published>2008-09-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:11:31.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a world what a world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sarah palin.  mmmmm, i've been incredibly excited about a woman becoming vp, but after watching a recent interview with katie couric.......i'm...uh...confused. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbg6hF0nShQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible interview!  the leaders of our country should hold a higher level of competency.  i want someone who is up to date with the economy and has a (good) plan to fix it.  i'm probably being slightly harsh considering i have no idea what that pressure is like, but don't run if you can't take it...eh?  soapbox complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the good news.  i had parent teacher conferences last night.  i still think it's quite hilarious that i'm a teacher, but these kids are learning to read music and appreciate different art forms.  it's so rewarding to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and aaron and i signed up for a web design class!  i'm learning graphic design and it makes me incredibly happy.  i like quiet time and have decided that although i love to be social most of the time, i need time to think and own the silence. the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-7220312780719522776?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/7220312780719522776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=7220312780719522776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7220312780719522776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/7220312780719522776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-world-what-world.html' title='what a world what a world'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-6932942757013358773</id><published>2008-09-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:32:50.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yab</title><content type='html'>yes. i am now a high school teacher.  i teach at a performing arts charter school and realize everyday how immature i am.  it's amazing how quickly maturity can slip away when put in the right situation.  point.  "mzzz. cope, i like your dress but i'd like it a lot better in a different color." ha.  good times.  i'm pretty sure i replied with "to each her own." LAME.  i actually love my students, but it is a little um shocking. i like to call it the "lack of filter" that is prevalent in young peeps.  i feel awkward all over again. and believe me, high school was awkward.  i was/will never be cool.  *sigh *sniffle.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way..wedding pics to follow as soon as i get them. wha ha ha. nap time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-6932942757013358773?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/6932942757013358773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=6932942757013358773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/6932942757013358773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/6932942757013358773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2008/09/yab.html' title='yab'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042511109343677701.post-2068545267486843156</id><published>2008-09-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:15:41.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;welcome to the new and very dark blog of nat and aaron. weee.  i decided it was time to keep my friends/family updated on my day to day life as exciting as that may be. ha.  why dread? tomorrow is school.  school is early.  i am a person who adores her sleep and thus am very much dreading my alarm clock's buzz.  i am new at this blogging thing and wanted to throw something together fast (design thus all black), but...aaron has bought me software so that bec and i can start tinkering with design. so expect something a little better in the next short while.  i'll stop with the run-on sentences, but welcome welcome.  aaron is asleep next to me. fun hater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042511109343677701-2068545267486843156?l=natcope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/feeds/2068545267486843156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042511109343677701&amp;postID=2068545267486843156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2068545267486843156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042511109343677701/posts/default/2068545267486843156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natcope.blogspot.com/2008/09/dread.html' title='dread'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482239033473595916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
