<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510</id><updated>2009-02-20T22:23:58.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode 2 Maybe</title><subtitle type='html'>Total research into figuring it all out - from my relationship with my boyfriend to finding the best remix of my life in Philadelphia after applying for life in many other places.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109968124771067834</id><published>2004-11-05T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T14:00:47.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH What A World</title><summary type='text'>Almost a year ago one of our youth at work had T-Cells which were in in the low 20's.  Viral Load was pretty high...very mixed up kid, as most of my patients are.Today - a year in the making, i was able to tell him that his T-cells hit 180.  And that was only after two solid months of taking meds appropriatly.Although a monkey is running our country, it is a  good world. One with hope. Thats </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109968124771067834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109968124771067834' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109968124771067834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109968124771067834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-what-world.html' title='OH What A World'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109940957937559615</id><published>2004-11-02T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:32:59.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In your mouth, or in the toilet asshole</title><summary type='text'>Picture if you will, my lanky self running in the wonderful Oktober air, listening to a hidden track from britney called "Guilty"..enjoying my bobbing head all the while. At the end of my 3.5 mile run last week.....thinking about how it's so nice to run and clear out the cobwebs a little....how nice to feel,,,,,alive.As these many thoughts flew threw my head, i noticed on my right a man who...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109940957937559615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109940957937559615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109940957937559615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109940957937559615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-your-mouth-or-in-toilet-asshole.html' title='In your mouth, or in the toilet asshole'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109932669392320559</id><published>2004-11-01T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T11:31:33.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one last summer shot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109932669392320559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109932669392320559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109932669392320559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109932669392320559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-last-summer-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109932601421455548</id><published>2004-11-01T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T11:20:14.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING LIKE NYC TO REFRESH YOUR FAILING ESTEEM</title><summary type='text'>So - we went to NYC for halloween night, actually in West Orange Saturday night - then into the city sunday.  It was a blast, but i gotta tell ya, nyc makes me nuts for a couple days after i leave there.  U see I wanted to move there, but bf and i did not concur on this locale, so we choose philly, since he wanted boston, we compromised.  now i go there and see the fun it could be, and get all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109932601421455548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109932601421455548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109932601421455548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109932601421455548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing-like-nyc-to-refresh-your.html' title='NOTHING LIKE NYC TO REFRESH YOUR FAILING ESTEEM'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109872266342403670</id><published>2004-10-25T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:50:38.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING</title><summary type='text'>I am not boring. I am not. I am just struggling with what to write here. There is so much to write, but so much that may fall under "too private". My bf does not really appreciate this here blog, but i think it's a good outlet to ............to what? I mean i originally wanted to tell stories about our lives together....i mean we could do that together. I dont really need my very own personal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109872266342403670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109872266342403670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109872266342403670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109872266342403670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/10/boring.html' title='BORING'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109812869777531794</id><published>2004-10-18T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:44:57.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confus-ion</title><summary type='text'>Unsure of what to do. Unsure of what to do, so unsure.I am a position suddenly where I feel really uncomfortable -  possible opportunities, one has opened up rather suddenly, and at first I didn't give it much thought, but the more and more I think of it, the more and more I view some real positive outcomes. I stand at a crossroad, one that I had not anticipating being at for a very very long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109812869777531794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109812869777531794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109812869777531794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109812869777531794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/10/confus-ion.html' title='Confus-ion'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109768248203368967</id><published>2004-10-13T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:48:02.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ummmm, hated the show....hated it so much that i had to run to the bedroom from the living room during the commericial to find which channel was bravo....it was so damn stupid, just like me as i had to watch the whole thing.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109768248203368967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109768248203368967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109768248203368967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109768248203368967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/10/ummmm-hated-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109759561815209198</id><published>2004-10-12T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:40:18.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC and it's Medicinal Powers</title><summary type='text'>I just can' t believe how theraputic music can be.  I mean i can believe it, because I have gone to the church of music all my life......it started with Styx and Supertramp...my parents played them continually, between toking up and arguing. Once I became more aware of female artists and my budding disposition to all things female, by 5th grade...I was listening to Pat Benetar every chance I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109759561815209198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109759561815209198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109759561815209198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109759561815209198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/10/music-and-its-medicinal-powers.html' title='MUSIC and it&apos;s Medicinal Powers'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109759306569870501</id><published>2004-10-12T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:57:45.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A true outhouse....literally had a hole dug in the ground....we went horseback riding and this was the facilities...good times. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109759306569870501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109759306569870501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109759306569870501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109759306569870501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/10/true-outhouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109759294885613510</id><published>2004-10-12T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:55:48.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a gravestone in my mom's town, I found it when I was a little boy....oddly enough my entire life I have remembered the stone, as it has my name on it. It says FATHER NATHAN R.  1868-1924.  My name is Nathan R.....I am not sure how i feel about it.........it humbles me. for good. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109759294885613510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109759294885613510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109759294885613510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109759294885613510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-gravestone-in-my-moms-town-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109750775549324890</id><published>2004-10-11T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:15:55.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTFEST</title><summary type='text'>OutFest in the City of Brotherly Love was not for me this year. I was so hung over from the night before that i was almost having to throw up in the middle of the street. It has not been that way for me in a very very long time. It hurts mommy.So..I was absent for a little while. We went on vacation to see my mother in Upstate NY. I mean really upstate, it was good fun, pictures will follow....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109750775549324890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109750775549324890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109750775549324890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109750775549324890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/10/outfest.html' title='OUTFEST'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109604880516081649</id><published>2004-09-24T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T14:00:05.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever?  I mean......ever?  I cannot stand how cute/sick this picture is.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109604880516081649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109604880516081649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109604880516081649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109604880516081649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-you-ever-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109603337423676809</id><published>2004-09-24T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T09:42:54.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmed, I'm sure</title><summary type='text'>So i can't shake something that i keep hearing on the tube. The idea that Busch has charm. If I have to hear one more time that he is charming, that he has charisma - I am going to .......well who knows, but seriously....what the hell is this, he is not charming at all. Compared to Clinton - he's a boring stutterbug - But i suppose the comparison is being made to Kerry? is that why people on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109603337423676809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109603337423676809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109603337423676809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109603337423676809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/charmed-im-sure.html' title='Charmed, I&apos;m sure'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109596745189335200</id><published>2004-09-23T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T15:51:35.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - so i am confused. I am upset. I did not like this man on the Amazing Race, not at all. And then here he is as a model, looking pouty and .......well quite frankly - pretty good. It's just confusing me. Help me out please. Help...and hurry. In other news, I played soccer last night and hurt, my legs is screaming.  I loved it though, i scored twice, and it felt good after i went a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109596745189335200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109596745189335200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109596745189335200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109596745189335200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-so-i-am-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109587653098922566</id><published>2004-09-22T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:08:50.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THANK GOD THEY LOST........YES THANK GOD !!!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109587653098922566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109587653098922566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109587653098922566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109587653098922566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/thank-god-they-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109587664394397404</id><published>2004-09-22T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:10:43.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUMS</title><summary type='text'>So i just can't stop thinking about this show !!!! I want to be on it so badly. And i want to win it, or at least be dramatic and flip out like they all do. Actually I am shocked at how many of them are so easy going. Not me man. I would be all crazy and wacked out. Our friends say we would be "good tv". And there is no doubt in my fat head that this is true. It would be mostly fun. If not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109587664394397404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109587664394397404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109587664394397404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109587664394397404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/mums.html' title='MUMS'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109578005992105824</id><published>2004-09-21T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:20:59.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BEST DAMN B &amp; B in MONTREAL. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109578005992105824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109578005992105824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109578005992105824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109578005992105824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/best-damn-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109570564086295942</id><published>2004-09-20T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T14:40:40.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful in Washington Square Park</title><summary type='text'>There are times in life when the wind blows just right, the most perfect track is playing in your ears and the beauty is so clear it hurts your eyes.That is what happened to me yesterday.It was supposed to be relaxing and it was, more than i knew. Four of us got together in the park around 1pm and sat there for many hours. It was strange how well it fit. At one point, when i had begun to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109570564086295942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109570564086295942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109570564086295942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109570564086295942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/beautiful-in-washington-square-park.html' title='Beautiful in Washington Square Park'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109535665044191232</id><published>2004-09-16T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T13:47:03.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLUMBER</title><summary type='text'>How decidedly amazing is it to sleep in the cool autumn air. ?????? With the fan blowing cool air inside through our nice new sheer curtains flowing all around. It is nice I tell ya.It would be better if I didn't keep having dreams that the funding for my job was cut and I was let go.........that would make the cool autumn night air better. It would.Supposed to go camping and white water </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109535665044191232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109535665044191232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109535665044191232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109535665044191232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/slumber.html' title='SLUMBER'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109510098311489438</id><published>2004-09-13T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:06:44.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This'll be the last time ! ?</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it takes a village. Then sometimes it takes an intervention. One way or the other, self-discovery is an ugly thing..... at first, then it becomes something you can embrace. I, however am still in the initial ugliness. In an attempt to remain somewhat anonymous, I have to be cryptic.....sorry...but in an effort to enjoy my cocktails too much I have lost the meaning of stability on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109510098311489438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109510098311489438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109510098311489438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109510098311489438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/thisll-be-last-time.html' title='This&apos;ll be the last time ! ?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109473754715793855</id><published>2004-09-09T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T09:45:47.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN BROTH</title><summary type='text'>Last night blew me away, I can't tell you how much I am obsessed with Scissor Sisters.  They were incredible.  I also discovered their web message board and saw that Jake, the lead dude, writes in there often, which i cannot believe.  They are going to sky rocket to stardom i think, that is if the American public can chill about the whole gay thing.I can't stand how wonderful it was. HOT !!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109473754715793855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109473754715793855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109473754715793855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109473754715793855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/man-broth.html' title='MAN BROTH'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109465076080100386</id><published>2004-09-08T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:29:16.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE NOT A GREAT DAY</title><summary type='text'>Today is ng. (not good)For starters. I am wearing all black today.How nice, minus the fact that they are three different shades of black. Shirt. Pants. Socks. All different. Because. I. Can.It's raining out, and hot. It's a little baby drizzle of rain. The kind that makes you sweat and shizzle all over the place. I had to take the train to work today. Which means I walked a bit. In the rain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109465076080100386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109465076080100386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109465076080100386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109465076080100386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/maybe-not-great-day.html' title='MAYBE NOT A GREAT DAY'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109414039687814090</id><published>2004-09-02T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:53:16.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPPORT</title><summary type='text'>So....every Wednesday night my co worker and I run a support group for all of our patients, only around 10-15 come every week, a good turnout i suppose...but anyway....last night we had a really good, really great group. The focus on the group was what they thought about disclosing their status to people they have sex with.....without going into too much depth, i have to say....our youth need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109414039687814090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109414039687814090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109414039687814090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109414039687814090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/support.html' title='SUPPORT'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109406331549561699</id><published>2004-09-01T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:33:03.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LABOR INTENSIVE</title><summary type='text'>What to do and what to say. The weekend is fast approaching and plans are either made quickly or they slip away. Several options are available, none of which are better than the other - which ultimately makes for a difficult time all around. Not great at making decisions, not great at sticking to them either. So the time has come to decide. Stay in town and do sorta ...same stuffish stuff? or go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109406331549561699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109406331549561699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109406331549561699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109406331549561699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/09/labor-intensive.html' title='LABOR INTENSIVE'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730510.post-109395998609919541</id><published>2004-08-31T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:10:28.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ACTIVIST IN ME &amp; MISS TOXIC</title><summary type='text'>So I have come to view this whole election as a new process. I have always known the importance of voting and electing the leader of our country. Why then, does this election feel so different. It is ...isn't it? The mounting opposition to this pudface in office currently really isoverwhelming. In a way that makes me feel motivated to move.To move my ass into a more political way of thinking.At</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/feeds/109395998609919541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730510&amp;postID=109395998609919541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109395998609919541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730510/posts/default/109395998609919541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesrules.blogspot.com/2004/08/activist-in-me-miss-toxic.html' title='THE ACTIVIST IN ME &amp; MISS TOXIC'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016315296915548652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15252631871581156632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>