<?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-5726459</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:22:17.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan's musings on life and sex.</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to put my random thoughts to help pass the time, everything from politics, entertainment, and sexual escapades.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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>462</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-114174693378890387</id><published>2006-03-07T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:19:19.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up and moving....</title><summary type='text'>
Well, I have decided to make the plunge over to Wordpress.com
So, I am packing my bags up here at Blogger and sauntering my way over.

I have already created my account and am playing with the formatting now, tring to learn my way around their services and management pages.

Hopefully I'll have it up within the next few days.

Cool new feature is categorizing.  So I'll have to go back through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114174693378890387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114174693378890387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174693378890387' title='Picking up and moving....'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-114140299155910722</id><published>2006-03-03T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T08:23:11.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Wordpress.com?</title><summary type='text'>I want to give a huge Shout Out to Cat who dropped a link on my lap to Wordpress.com as a possible new home for me.  I've checked out a random sampling of blogs, and it appears pretty versatile in behind the scenes scripting. 

Be a nice way to start off fresh too....start from teh ground up and give me a chance to change my blog title.

I'm leaning to: Nate's Place  ....some of you may find it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114140299155910722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114140299155910722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140299155910722' title='Moving to Wordpress.com?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-114134215762302286</id><published>2006-03-02T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:29:17.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in</title><summary type='text'> No, Not gone yet.

Just very, very extremely busy with work and still looking for a Blog providor that won't crash me on long posts.  I just don't care for Diaryland, and MySpace is not my cup 'o tea....way too many tweens on there with absolutely nothing to say plus the amount of fakes on their are so obvious. 

I like the brunette on the left.  Nice waist, killer bod which is just ripped.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114134215762302286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114134215762302286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114134215762302286' title='Checking in'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-114019653811188363</id><published>2006-02-17T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:15:38.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog problems still</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the lack of posts.  I think this last week I have lost about 4 or 5 posts which has frustrated the hell out of me. 

I guess I have to examine my template and script to see what the hang up is....

Hopefully I'll have this fixed soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114019653811188363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/114019653811188363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114019653811188363' title='Blog problems still'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113933715778672505</id><published>2006-02-07T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:32:37.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'> Musings

The picture is for your viewing pleasure only....and mine...'cause I love the ladies in denim,...not to mention matching business attire and the fact they are cute as heck too.

can't say anything too eventful on my business trip other than it was a success.  Okay, I will toot my own horn just for a second...I'm good at what I do...no hitches.

The thing I did not like was the long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113933715778672505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113933715778672505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113933715778672505' title='Back'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113873592159589879</id><published>2006-01-31T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:57:22.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Receptionist</title><summary type='text'>Musings....

So our temporary receptionsist of 6 plus months walked out the other day with no notice. Most likely becuase the powers that be didn't want to hire her full time after so long and the fact she put up with a lot of crap from her superiors that took advantage of her. So she bailed,.....and I really don't blame her.

On the upside, they have found a new (and improved) temp replacement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113873592159589879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113873592159589879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113873592159589879' title='New Receptionist'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113872159790206631</id><published>2006-01-31T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:33:33.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring almost sprung</title><summary type='text'>Musings

.....but with all these local Catholic high school girls running around my neighborhood lately wearing their pleated plaid skirts and white knee highs, it sure feels like I have sprung anyway. Seriously, it's like the local school gave them all new uniforms for the year. I'm being assaulted at every corner with lascivious thoughts. I can't even tell which ones are 16 and which ones are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113872159790206631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113872159790206631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113872159790206631' title='Spring almost sprung'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113751363488977237</id><published>2006-01-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:00:34.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polly wanna Shag?</title><summary type='text'>Story

LONDON, England -- A computer programmer found out his girlfriend was having an affair when his pet parrot kept repeating her lover's name, British media reported Tuesday.
The African grey parrot kept squawking "I love you, Gary" as his owner, Chris Taylor, sat with girlfriend Suzy Collins on the sofa of their shared flat in Leeds, northern England.

But when Taylor saw Collins's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113751363488977237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113751363488977237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113751363488977237' title='Polly wanna Shag?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113690738586122248</id><published>2006-01-10T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:36:25.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to find a new home</title><summary type='text'>That's it.

I need a new home for my Blog.

The pevious 'Disturbing Encounter' post had to be broken up into two posts, because everytime I tried to publish it would hang.  It's defiently a size issue of my posts, but since this has no pictures and/or sound, I can't figure out why it hangs.

So if anyone has any ideas on a new Blog service, please share them with me.  I'm gonna cruise some of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113690738586122248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113690738586122248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113690738586122248' title='Need to find a new home'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113684668271882006</id><published>2006-01-09T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:32:05.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing Encounter (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>It took me a minute for it to sink in. OMG, he just offered me coke. I don't think it has ever been offered to me so blatantly. Hopefully on the outside I didn't flinch, but on the inside I was reeling, stunned, and very disappointed. I, of course said "no". Actually I said "No thank you."

Nathan has never rolled like that, and I don't plan on starting now. While I may not be proud of everything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113684668271882006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113684668271882006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113684668271882006' title='Disturbing Encounter (part 2)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113684621787051976</id><published>2006-01-09T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:31:47.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing Encounter (part I)</title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend Stephanie and I met up with some of my co-workers and their spouses and/or boyfriends and girlfriends for a night out.

More or less pretty casual.

Some of these people I've hung out with before, and for the most part I like them and wouldn't mind hanging out with them more so in the future. We all met at a club and got our dance and drink on. Funny to watch how some people, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113684621787051976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113684621787051976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113684621787051976' title='Disturbing Encounter (part I)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113641349851529729</id><published>2006-01-04T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:24:58.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite show: Rollergirls</title><summary type='text'>

So I'm flipping around the tube the other day and come across a commercial that instantly hooks me:  Rollergirls!!My God, roller derby is making a comeback in the state of Texas, and what better way to portray it as a reality show of 20 and 30 something women who like to get their drink and assault on, especially with some of them dress as the lady in the pick.  It's right outside of Austin, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113641349851529729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113641349851529729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113641349851529729' title='My new favorite show: Rollergirls'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113632351889577422</id><published>2006-01-03T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:25:18.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F'ing Blogger</title><summary type='text'>I can't figure this out, but it seems that my Blog entries can only be of a certain size.

If I type to much, it never posts/saves. But if I keep them under a certain 'undetermined' size, they post fine. I can't figure out the error at all which of course pisses me off. Like my last post....If I add one more sentence/paragraph it tends to hang.

So unless I can figure it out, I need to come up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113632351889577422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113632351889577422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113632351889577422' title='F&apos;ing Blogger'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113632276830803080</id><published>2006-01-03T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:20:47.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lingering Cold</title><summary type='text'>Musings

Uggghhh......I can't remember the last time I had such a horribel cold. Usually, when I get colds they may last 4, maybe 5 days tops. I usually have a pretty damn good immune system, but this past week or so, I am beginning to question it.

I actually avoided my work comrades various illnesses, or so I thought, until Christmas Eve. I may have gotten it from Stephanie, well at least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113632276830803080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113632276830803080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113632276830803080' title='The Lingering Cold'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113527422413065770</id><published>2005-12-22T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:57:04.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone else having problems with Blogger lately?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113527422413065770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113527422413065770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113527422413065770' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113511976705804286</id><published>2005-12-20T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:02:47.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113511976705804286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113511976705804286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113511976705804286' title='All I want for Christmas.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113510760473948831</id><published>2005-12-20T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:40:04.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' but trouble</title><summary type='text'>Okay. 

Blogger is seriously giving me issue the last few days, that why the lack of posts.  If this works, after at least 10 prior attempts the last few days, I'll post some saved ones.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113510760473948831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113510760473948831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113510760473948831' title='Nothin&apos; but trouble'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113416296996257629</id><published>2005-12-09T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:16:09.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Phil I am not</title><summary type='text'>

Okay, I just sorta had an extended lunch with some co-workers that I normally don't go out with, and it was really fun.  Once in a while it's totally eye-opening and rejuvinating to hang witha  diffrent crowd.So as I was sitting there though I was thinking about my last post....You know the one from a few hours ago....and realized something:  Sometimes, I can be such a frickin panzy ass.I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113416296996257629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113416296996257629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113416296996257629' title='Dr. Phil I am not'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113415601650163697</id><published>2005-12-09T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:20:16.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

So I need to lighten up a bit.I sort of had an ephiany last night while somewhat arguing with Stephanie.   I really don't hold her 100% responsible for are 'tiff', but she did kinda egg me on a bit.  I was minding my own business being very quiet and she asked me what was wrong....it wasn't her, but a few of her friends I find highly annoying or at least rude.It could have been the fact, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113415601650163697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113415601650163697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113415601650163697' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113379982969280733</id><published>2005-12-05T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:23:49.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's The Beef?</title><summary type='text'> Musings

So, I have been on sorta a self-imposed sabbatical the last week.  My Uncle's death was tough on me, but I am in acceptance now and feel much better that the pain has stopped for him despite my own selfish designs.

For that reason, at least mostly, it has been hard for me to sit down here and put some thoughts down, let alone feel any sort of somewhat naughty thoughts.  Stephanie has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113379982969280733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113379982969280733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113379982969280733' title='Where&apos;s The Beef?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113319268558889561</id><published>2005-11-28T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T07:44:45.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after.</title><summary type='text'>Solemn Musings

It's been almost a week since I last wrote, and I'll catch you all up on Thanksgiving day festivities later......when I am feeling better.

I received some very devestating news yesterday morning....I knew it was inevitable, but for selfish reasons I wanted it him to hang in there a little longer, just so I could see him one last time.

My Uncle, who I've alluded to recently, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113319268558889561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113319268558889561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113319268558889561' title='The day after.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113276440751410187</id><published>2005-11-23T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:46:47.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thankgiving all..</title><summary type='text'>
Musings.

Another year, another turkey, another episode of 'How the Family Turns.'

Oh how I look so forward to this day with mixed emotions.  I'll probably leave work early today to get a head start on relaxation.  I think a trip to teh store after work may result in the purchase of Egg Nog, some gourmet cheeses, maybe a bottle of wine (I only drink on special occasions) and what ever suits my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113276440751410187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113276440751410187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113276440751410187' title='Happy Thankgiving all..'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113226785128461478</id><published>2005-11-17T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:01:20.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniforms- On Fire!</title><summary type='text'>

Musings.

I'm not sure how thsi topic popped into my head today. Probably some deep rooted fantasy that crawled its way to the surface that I repressed for some stupid reason, but I wanted to write about "women in uniforms".

I was gonna to go balls out and and name my 5 top fantasy uniforms with women, but after doing a brief google search and comming across some amazing pictures, I decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113226785128461478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113226785128461478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113226785128461478' title='Uniforms- On Fire!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113224463287009295</id><published>2005-11-17T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:25:13.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT....and the Good Ole Days</title><summary type='text'>


I thought I'd contribute something else today and jump on the Half Naked Thursday bandwagon.These pictures are from a club I used to attend when I was slightly younger and ran with, dare I day, a posse?Yeah, the good 'ole days, when most of my male friends were single and we would dress up and go to these underground clubs at least once a month. Hey $20 cover charges, and $8 dollar drinks make</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113224463287009295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113224463287009295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113224463287009295' title='HNT....and the Good Ole Days'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113216396382681879</id><published>2005-11-16T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:59:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's love.......or just Darwinism gone bad</title><summary type='text'>
Story SAN BERNARDINO, California (AP) -- A woman says she still plans to marry the man who shot her in the groin and then held her hostage in his family's garage for six days.
Tina Marie Stebbins revealed her intentions in a letter released Monday as her boyfriend, Christian Leroy Lindblad, 37, was sentenced to 20 years in prison for shooting her in June 2002.
"I love Christian today as deeply </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113216396382681879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113216396382681879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113216396382681879' title='Now that&apos;s love.......or just Darwinism gone bad'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113207888571530400</id><published>2005-11-15T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:28:38.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day at a Time....(Queue Theme Music)</title><summary type='text'>

Musings.Well, I thought today would be more like a popourri of news tid-bits. I figure, (while it may seem nice to think this way in my head) to try and take my life 'One Day at a Time' right now. Putting that in actual practice is a whole other enchilada (see I'm even friendly to our Latino community today).So without further ado, here are updates on thinsg I've touched upon the last few weeks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113207888571530400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113207888571530400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113207888571530400' title='One Day at a Time....(Queue Theme Music)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113174980973555489</id><published>2005-11-11T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:56:49.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Dr., I am not Paying you</title><summary type='text'>Today was my initial consultation with a recommended shrink from my gernal practioner.

"Oh, Dr. John Doe is very good, you'll like him.", he doted.

Uh, okay.  So I made this appointment a week or so back and I think I clued you all in on it.  It was for today at 11am.

Yesterday I even received a call from the Dr.'s office confirming I'd be there at 10:45 to fill out any paperwork.

Sure, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113174980973555489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113174980973555489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113174980973555489' title='No Dr., I am not Paying you'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113172592942706824</id><published>2005-11-11T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:29:33.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stef (Part II).....long awaited conclusion</title><summary type='text'>
True Story
Warning: Explicit content Currently
Listening to: 'When you Need Somebody' by Gladeez

Upon entering her master bedroom, Stef asked me to make myself comfortable on the bed. I sat on the edge as she went around and cracked a window to let in some cool air. She began to tidy up a bit....like I really cared at this point what clothes were on the floor, or what paper may or may not be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113172592942706824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113172592942706824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113172592942706824' title='Stef (Part II).....long awaited conclusion'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113158075104985517</id><published>2005-11-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:04:10.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Jones and the Temple of Curry</title><summary type='text'>

Can it be? Can it actually be?Can our young, charming, sexually active, and cynical (and recent headcase) blogger escape the clutches of CurryMan?It may turn out that way! In what has been rumored for months with no real signs of actually comming to fruition may have gotten a large kick in the arse today for Nathan's escape to freedom.  Real freedom.But our hapless hero must endure a few more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113158075104985517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113158075104985517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113158075104985517' title='Nathan Jones and the Temple of Curry'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113146658098170467</id><published>2005-11-08T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:16:21.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and sadness and crap</title><summary type='text'>Life and Musings.

On to other news: 

Life is crap right now.  My great uncle has been only given days to lives, if that, and I am majorily in the dumps over it.  The last few days I have spent a lot of moments secretly and not so secretly crying about it.  I'm not ashamed at all what people think of me.  I was actually at the gym last night doing triceps, and I began to break down and left.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113146658098170467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113146658098170467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146658098170467' title='Death and sadness and crap'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113146542551088918</id><published>2005-11-08T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:57:05.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panthers caught having sex.</title><summary type='text'>
 True Story out of Tampa: Panther Cheerleaders caught in tryst in bar room stall.

I'll be honest, I'd buy that magazine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113146542551088918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113146542551088918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146542551088918' title='Panthers caught having sex.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113097050882618476</id><published>2005-11-02T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:32:39.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 hour days.</title><summary type='text'>I'm freaking exhausted. I have pulled some mad hours the last few days and just getting hammered here at work, so this is just a quick and brief update. Hoepfully my normal posting will return soon.

Stef and I are still seeing each other when schedules permit. We do have sex life, but haven't been in the mood (see below) to really delve into it right now.Medicine is helping me out, but I see a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113097050882618476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113097050882618476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113097050882618476' title='10 hour days.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113077633805167966</id><published>2005-10-31T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:32:18.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want a Trick....Okay maybe some Treats too</title><summary type='text'>
Love this costume.

Thanks all for the kind words the last few days.

A few things to catch up on: 

1) My Great Uncle has been discharged from the hospital and has been moved into an assisted living community for who knows how long.  Could be days, could be weeks, could be forever.  I spoke with him briefly this weekend and he's in pain and very tired.  I fear he has not much time on this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113077633805167966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113077633805167966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113077633805167966' title='I just want a Trick....Okay maybe some Treats too'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113052332797499885</id><published>2005-10-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:18:21.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><summary type='text'>Sorry all,

I have received some disturbing news within the last few minutes that has already placed my mind elsewhere.

A dear close friend of my family was recently rushed to the hospital for open heart surgery. While the surgery may have went well, other health factors took a down turn for the worse. He is suffering from full blown pnuemonia and a collapsed lung and is unable to breath on his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113052332797499885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113052332797499885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113052332797499885' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113051194195336316</id><published>2005-10-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:16:20.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty, Beam me to the Showers</title><summary type='text'>
George Takei, 'Trek's' Sulu: I'm gay

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- George Takei, who as "Star Trek's" Sulu was part of the Starship Enterprise crew through three television seasons and six movies, has come out as a homosexual in the current issue of Frontiers, a biweekly Los Angeles magazine covering the gay and lesbian community.

Takei told The Associated Press on Thursday that his new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113051194195336316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113051194195336316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113051194195336316' title='Scotty, Beam me to the Showers'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113043005910875916</id><published>2005-10-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:20:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My contribution to HNT</title><summary type='text'>
I believe I want neither any Tricks or Treats from this gourd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113043005910875916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113043005910875916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113043005910875916' title='My contribution to HNT'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113033721330197635</id><published>2005-10-26T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:32:24.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stef (Part I)</title><summary type='text'>True Story
Warning: Explicit content
Currently Listening to: 'Precious' by Depeche Mode

I'd like to think that most of my dates with people, especially those I am interested in, that I take a lot of time and planning in preparation fro something fun and memorable. I never want to be known as the guy that doesn't put any thought into a dtae or relationship and I pride myself on my creativity when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113033721330197635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113033721330197635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033721330197635' title='Stef (Part I)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-113027179603209434</id><published>2005-10-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:23:16.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetish with Supergirl continues</title><summary type='text'>
What can I say.  I am a sick individual.  I have a super-heroine fetish that knows no bounds, especially with the new Supergirl.

Look at this sculpt from artist Michael Turner.  Long legs, pleated skirt, big doe blue eyes, nice high cut spandex top.  She can wrap her arms around me anytime!

I also have a think for some other Marvel/DC female characters including some of the X-Men and Wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113027179603209434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/113027179603209434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113027179603209434' title='Fetish with Supergirl continues'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112974633245550501</id><published>2005-10-19T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:25:32.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie update</title><summary type='text'>
Can't chat too much now, but some highlights from the weekend:


To the Blonde: You can now clap for me. I got me some this weekend, twice even, and it was damn fine and damn fun. I'll expound on it later in a detailed post - no time right now. Suffice to say Stef was 'prepared' in case I wasn't and made sure I had a night to remember.Swerds, I've been nursing myself a bit the last two days. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112974633245550501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112974633245550501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112974633245550501' title='A quickie update'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112921524904025924</id><published>2005-10-13T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T07:54:09.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Singluarman, and the hints keep dropping</title><summary type='text'>
I'd like to Welcome Singularman to my Blog. Actually, I just noticed a post from him so I checked out his site, and what a wise sage he is. So Scott, if you're reading this, I added you to my link list a few inches to your right.

No, your other right.

Okay with that said, I am taking a few days off again. I have like 2 weeks of vacation time to burn between now and the first of the year, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112921524904025924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112921524904025924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112921524904025924' title='Welcome Singluarman, and the hints keep dropping'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112915077327697077</id><published>2005-10-12T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:19:54.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Apu about nothing</title><summary type='text'>
CurryMan is out today. Yay. I'm doing the happy dance as is everyone else here today. So sad. If only he could be a fly on the wall, or install a secret camera to watch us all (if he hasn't already), he'd be perplexed on why all his underlings are so happy.

Needless to say, life on the job front is calm and quiet today.

This story is crazy. Woman has given birth to her 16th child. I can't even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112915077327697077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112915077327697077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112915077327697077' title='Much Apu about nothing'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112904938797364699</id><published>2005-10-12T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:27:02.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Date</title><summary type='text'>True Story

So this past Sunday was Stef's and I official first date, and it couldn't have gone much better. Well actually I guess it could, but 'good things come to those who wait'.

I decided on something very casual. No dinner, no movie, nothing extravagant, nothing we need to dress up to. I wanted it to be fun, and as Stef and I actually do know each other from years ago, many of the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112904938797364699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112904938797364699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112904938797364699' title='Afternoon Date'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112895597311087749</id><published>2005-10-10T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T07:52:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><summary type='text'>
True Story

I know this is a few days late, but work lately has been killin' me. I think on Friday I must have been yawning all day long while at work making it very hard to concentrate on projects I'm working on. I've also been a bit short with people, and skippe dthe gym the whole weekend as well.

Friday after work I just went to the grovery store and bought myself a 12 pack of Budweiser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112895597311087749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112895597311087749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112895597311087749' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112869852812976614</id><published>2005-10-07T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:22:08.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWND?</title><summary type='text'>

In time of doubt and hardship, you must ask yourself:

What Would Nipsey Do?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112869852812976614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112869852812976614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112869852812976614' title='WWND?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112846041939968167</id><published>2005-10-04T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:13:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.  I smell a Flame directed at me soon.</title><summary type='text'>
Band of Brothers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112846041939968167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112846041939968167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112846041939968167' title='Ouch.  I smell a Flame directed at me soon.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112843822182396831</id><published>2005-10-04T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:17:16.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back....without much of a vengeance</title><summary type='text'>Probably because I lack steam right now.

Last week was both a blessing and a plight upon my soul, and now that I am back, I can't tell if I am glad to be here or not.

Last week I went to a training class, and let's just say it was sorta a disaster and a let down. It was touted to be a technical course on computer networking and after reading the syllabus I was pretty fired up. Not only because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112843822182396831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112843822182396831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112843822182396831' title='Back....without much of a vengeance'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112751403522442524</id><published>2005-09-23T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:20:35.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Until October 3rd</title><summary type='text'>Be good.

If I get a chance, I'll try for a few audioblog's while I'm out, but I don't expect to be back until October 3rd.

-Nate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112751403522442524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112751403522442524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112751403522442524' title='Out Until October 3rd'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112750620534835986</id><published>2005-09-23T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:20:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theory of Three &amp; Bella's all tied up.</title><summary type='text'>True Story.
Warning: Suggestive Material.

Well the three week itch has begun to set in for me.

What is the three week itch you ask? Well, it's my own personal theory about the sexual deficit time frame for men.

At least I have noticed this applies to me, and when I have shared it with my male friends, they sit and ponder for a few minutes, and generally a recognition of circumstances glazes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112750620534835986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112750620534835986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112750620534835986' title='The Theory of Three &amp; Bella&apos;s all tied up.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112740584017339135</id><published>2005-09-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:27:24.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><summary type='text'>So in a rare and stunning move, yours truly decided to step out last evening and hit a local watering hole. I really had no goal in mind other than getting out of the house mid week and seeing what life may have to offer when I would otherwise be at home.

I really didn't dress up either, as I wasn't expecting to be out all night. Just a nice pair of jeans, a button down shirt, cleanly shaven, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112740584017339135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112740584017339135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112740584017339135' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112733508479891294</id><published>2005-09-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:42:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, in the WTF? category:</title><summary type='text'>

Girls Gone Wild for 'Katrina'

Story

NEW YORK (CNN/Money) - The video makers known for filming women flashing their breasts are exposing a softer side in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.

"Girls Gone Wild" plans to donate 100 percent of the proceeds from the sale of Mardi Gras-themed DVDs and videos to the Red Cross to help Katrina victims, the company said.

"Year after year the city of New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112733508479891294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112733508479891294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112733508479891294' title='Today, in the WTF? category:'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112731832394887829</id><published>2005-09-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T12:58:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingset at work</title><summary type='text'>
No real reson for the picture today, other than the fact she is good looking and the backdrop is a High School fantasy of mine that someone was lucky enough to take the picture to whet my appetite.

The fantasy being that If I were around 17 or 18 years old again, my fantasy girl would have been on the cheer leading squad, and when we weren't studying, she'd want to escape her repressive father </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112731832394887829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112731832394887829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112731832394887829' title='Swingset at work'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112715575191139221</id><published>2005-09-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:49:11.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Jetson'ing over to Bedrock</title><summary type='text'>


So I came across an interesting question over the weekend.  I guess this generally would apply to the men only, but women, if you float that way, please feel free to respond as well.Question: Which late 70's cartoon teenage girl would you shag if given the chance?  Judy Jetson or Pebbles Flinstone?I actually gave it some thought and couldn't help but not also include Josie (A Pussycat), Betty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112715575191139221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112715575191139221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112715575191139221' title='&apos;Jetson&apos;ing over to Bedrock'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112701830399338489</id><published>2005-09-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:38:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>powered by Audioblog.com
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112701830399338489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112701830399338489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112701830399338489' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112682407039743568</id><published>2005-09-15T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:41:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>powered by Audioblog.com
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112682407039743568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112682407039743568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112682407039743568' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112680037370674121</id><published>2005-09-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:06:13.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing Images</title><summary type='text'>
Okay, what nutball took this picture?  I am imagining someone with a little too much money, too much time, too few hobbies, patience, and twsited.  Must be one of Murphy's friends.

No, while funny, it is wrong.  Not just the social implications of cross breeding two species, but the fact that the cat actually appears to have an expression of "I've been used and abused my whole life and am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112680037370674121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112680037370674121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112680037370674121' title='Disturbing Images'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112671870110219058</id><published>2005-09-14T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:25:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Rut</title><summary type='text'>I can honestly say nothing, absolutely nothing of importance has really transpired with me over the past few days.

CurryMan is out of the office once again for the first half of the week, and everyone is actually being productive and getting work donw without the constant meddling and non-sensical interferring.  Otherwise work has been busy the last two mornings, and I have a pretty full docket </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112671870110219058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112671870110219058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112671870110219058' title='Writing Rut'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112654442805628332</id><published>2005-09-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:07:04.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not 'Over There' Enough</title><summary type='text'>Musings, Politics

Yesterday was the 4th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.

4 years already. Damn.

In lieu of time now passed, I look back and not really sure how I feel. I mean, I am angry and depressed, and patriotic and untrusting, etc.

I'm sorry but in regards to our government, I'm unsure how to feel either. I am very disapointed in how Katrina is being handled, and can't help but think we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112654442805628332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112654442805628332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112654442805628332' title='Not &apos;Over There&apos; Enough'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112627771184649175</id><published>2005-09-09T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T07:55:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Wendy</title><summary type='text'>
To Wendy of Swerds, who has left me a few comments recently and has a nice 'sophisticated' page over at MSN.  Drop her a line and tell her Nate sent ya. 

Thanks Wendy for the comments, look forward to chatting again.


Big Brother 6: I love Janelle.  Oh, what I wouldn't do for one single wet and depp passionate kiss with this babe.  Not only is she hot, but I so want her to win after all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112627771184649175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112627771184649175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112627771184649175' title='Welcome Wendy'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112619440924146511</id><published>2005-09-08T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:46:49.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina, my 2 cents</title><summary type='text'>Musings, Opinion, Major Rant (beware)

Whew, I must have started this post a half dozen times already, and not one opening line has really captured the essence or direction on where I stand on teh New Orleans subject.

I've read a few other blogs out there, and was really quite surprised....No let me take that back, I really wasn't surprised by the lack of anything coherent or logical, as more of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112619440924146511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112619440924146511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112619440924146511' title='Katrina, my 2 cents'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112610803658675697</id><published>2005-09-07T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T08:47:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lord... This should inflame you.</title><summary type='text'>Police loot Wal Mart.

Video Link.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112610803658675697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112610803658675697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610803658675697' title='My Lord... This should inflame you.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112601825147441653</id><published>2005-09-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:18:06.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polluted (Part I)</title><summary type='text'>
That's how I feel in general this morning. I don't have a hangover at all, but could definetly used more sleep this morning. I just feel like I may have hit the sauce a little heavier than usual, and it was more as an accident of circumstance than anything I had planned for myself.

Overall I had a nice weekend. Didn't spend much money and seemed like I was always doing something, which of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112601825147441653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112601825147441653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601825147441653' title='Polluted (Part I)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112558570739142030</id><published>2005-09-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:41:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><summary type='text'>With labor day right around the corner and an upcomming three day weekend, I wanted to treat myself to one more day off.

So I feigned sickness and called in claiming a case of Montezuma's Revenge, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel guilty about it.  I used the time as 'Me' time, and made a dent in some projects around the house.

So why did I take advanatge of 'Me' time?  Well,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112558570739142030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112558570739142030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112558570739142030' title='Day off'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112533339282263437</id><published>2005-08-29T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:44:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Woes &amp; Water Balloons</title><summary type='text'>After work on Friday I ended up not going to the gym afterall as my headache was really gnawing away at me, so I went home and just laid down for a bit until my phone rang and hour or so later.

A couple of my buddies called me up and invited me to join them for dinner on the other side of town, and when I say other side of town I mean 20 minutes drive. But I figure I had nothing better to do, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112533339282263437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112533339282263437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112533339282263437' title='Weekend Woes &amp; Water Balloons'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112509316048812501</id><published>2005-08-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:00:31.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of April?</title><summary type='text'>Well in a series of events over the last few weeks that have proven to be a little rough, it just never seems to end for yours truly.

From events that transpired yesterday (see last post), I was hoping that cooler heads may have prevailed sometime today. I even went as so far to break the unsaid guy rule (which is pretty stupid rule to begin with) of not contacting her first.

As an idiot, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112509316048812501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112509316048812501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112509316048812501' title='End of April?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112506986974664206</id><published>2005-08-26T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:54:42.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must have been in a parallel universe last night...</title><summary type='text'>

For Nathan not only didn't get any, my head is still spinning dizzy trying to figure out what the hell got into April last night.Regarding my post yesterday, I had more or less worked myself up into a mild frenzy. The testosterone was in place, the dirty wheels of the mind were chugging away.....I knew April was coming over last night for dinner, but I didn't know what time because it was never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112506986974664206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112506986974664206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112506986974664206' title='I must have been in a parallel universe last night...'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112499562476095868</id><published>2005-08-25T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:20:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groove on.  Groove off.  Getting my Groove on.</title><summary type='text'>

I updated some links on my right margin today. Added two of my favorite internet radio stations. Both offer a variety of recent and current club music including trance, electronica, house, dance, and fusion. I like all styles of music, but when I go to the gym or out to a club, this is what I prefer for those long dance nights, hopefully rubbing up against some hottie.Work has been pretty good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112499562476095868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112499562476095868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112499562476095868' title='Groove on.  Groove off.  Getting my Groove on.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112482761817528290</id><published>2005-08-23T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:06:58.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><summary type='text'> Pretty slow today.  CurryMan is out training this week, so we have a reprieve from organzied chaos.  But I don't think anyone is in the mood again.  Just looking around, everyone seems to be only physically here, mentally they are at the track bettin' on the ponies.

BB6 is tonight, and I can onluy imagine Beau is putting up Howie and Janelle.  Mark my words.

So I had a nice treat today at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112482761817528290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112482761817528290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112482761817528290' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112475085387033624</id><published>2005-08-22T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:59:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arousing Awareness</title><summary type='text'>
So it's Monday afternoon, and I'm just watching the clock tick away, wondering how much longer I have.

Part of the problem as I related to one of my co-workers is that I am having a hell of a time trying concentrate today. Part of it is that I'm just not in the mood to work, another part is that I'm mentally lazy right now. I'm not really all that pumped up to think about anything for the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112475085387033624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112475085387033624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112475085387033624' title='Arousing Awareness'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112473642178618035</id><published>2005-08-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:47:01.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Minutia</title><summary type='text'>
I'd like to give a shout out to Tony who wrote me a nice e-mail, and also to Joe in Michigan who I've also had some nice chats with.  The picture above was done with Joe's handywork....he must also have had a slow day in the office.  Thanks Joe.

I've been in a slightly better mood lately.  I had a chat with my parents and asked them to mellow out on the drama.  Also CurryMan has been somewhat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112473642178618035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112473642178618035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112473642178618035' title='Monday Minutia'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112448525774929811</id><published>2005-08-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:00:57.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why they are your kids and not mine.</title><summary type='text'>Musings.

So I guess I'm chatty today.  Have had a lot stored in me the last week or so, and now I am finding everything amusing/irritating and have something to say.  Funny how that works.  Last week I really didn't want to talk to anybody, and now I have diareaha of the mouth.

Even though we have a large kitchen at work, and even various tables to have your lunch at, I try to get out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112448525774929811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112448525774929811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112448525774929811' title='Why they are your kids and not mine.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112446939121433345</id><published>2005-08-19T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:36:31.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janlle P-Ownz BB6, Myspace.com</title><summary type='text'>
Whoa,

What a night at the BB6 house. I was so bummed that Kaysar got voted out, and he should be proud that he achieved 82% of the vote from America. But his comeback was short lived due to Jennifer who sat there and broke promise after promise, and shocked everyone (did you see James face?) with her surprise nomination of Kaysar. It seems with everyweek that goes by, I am learning to despise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112446939121433345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112446939121433345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112446939121433345' title='Janlle P-Ownz BB6, Myspace.com'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112437659970753322</id><published>2005-08-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:15:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhot!</title><summary type='text'>
This wasn't going to be my original post today, but I wanted to share with you all a recent fantasy that perkalated to my eros lobes this morning. The above picture is of Michael Turner's 2005 updated version of Supergirl in the DC Universe. This isn't your daddy's Supergirl, or even the Supergirl from the 1950's (Kara), 80's (Matrix) or even the Linda Danvers version of the late 90's.

Now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112437659970753322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112437659970753322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112437659970753322' title='Superhot!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112429129290241749</id><published>2005-08-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T08:08:12.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><summary type='text'>I took these questions from fellow blogger: The Blonde.

Thanks for the content idea :)

1) What was I doing 10 years ago?
Working my 1st post college 'real' job at a mortgage company that sucked, living at home, wondering why I had just spent 5 years getting two degrees and working for this particular craphole.   Filled primarily with high-school drop outs, I rose relatively quickly amongst the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112429129290241749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112429129290241749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112429129290241749' title='Questions'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112422578590301156</id><published>2005-08-16T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:56:25.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop Frenzy</title><summary type='text'>Damn sickenning.

What the hell are wrong with people?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112422578590301156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112422578590301156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112422578590301156' title='Laptop Frenzy'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112420305977522853</id><published>2005-08-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T07:37:39.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Jen and CBS</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how I missed it, but apparantly I missed Saturday's episode of BB6.  I had to read the highlights on CBS.com.

Needless to say I can't believe Kaysar fell for her pleas, then turned around and did the opposite of what she said she was going to do.  So I guess the house is divided once again.  Kaysar should have known that nobody, including quiet Jen would keep their word.  They are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112420305977522853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112420305977522853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112420305977522853' title='Damn Jen and CBS'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112414155327183308</id><published>2005-08-15T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T14:56:12.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Musings</title><summary type='text'>Musings

I got a new computer at work finally and now have to take the time to re-load all my fun applications, such as "Hello" so I can post pictures here again, so be patient as there may be a few growing pains.

So no real news on the 'Stalker' front, which is good. Since my phone number has changed last week it's been quiet, I also haven't really received any e-mails from her either so maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112414155327183308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112414155327183308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112414155327183308' title='Monday Musings'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112385941451517587</id><published>2005-08-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:10:14.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><summary type='text'>True story

Thanks to everyone that is written me.  You don't realize how much it means to someone when there's a community out there, though you may have never met, share their feelings with you and offer words of encouragement.

That is one of the reasons I started this Blog over a year ago.  I wanted to express my inner thoughts that I may be too embarrassed to share with my family, my local </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112385941451517587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112385941451517587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112385941451517587' title='Stalker'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112377866398669602</id><published>2005-08-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:44:24.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Enchilada</title><summary type='text'>Musings

If you haven't noticed lately, I haven't been writing that much here.  You probably haven't noticed as I see my readership has slightly dipped lately, and I don't blame ya....I've been pretty boring lately.

As a matter of fact, the most interesting thing going on is the title of this post for the most part.  'The Whole Enchilada' popped into my head just seconds ago, most likely a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112377866398669602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112377866398669602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112377866398669602' title='The Whole Enchilada'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112354207208251227</id><published>2005-08-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T07:14:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Chas!</title><summary type='text'>Save Kaysar: see Sugar and Ice to vote.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112354207208251227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112354207208251227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112354207208251227' title='Yay Chas!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112352497326606269</id><published>2005-08-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:58:37.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howie, Howie, Howie</title><summary type='text'>My Lord,

I can't believe what a reality show junkie I have become,....well, actually I can. As I've mentioned many times before, I really enjoy some of the better known ones such as Survivor, Amazing Race, and Big Brother.

I'm really hooked into this season's Big Brother, that is season 6, and I'm astounded at myself for the visceral reactions I actually get during some of the turning points in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112352497326606269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112352497326606269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112352497326606269' title='Howie, Howie, Howie'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112308136028126175</id><published>2005-08-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:02:40.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Tibet!</title><summary type='text'>....with the purchase of a Tibet of equal or greater value.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112308136028126175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112308136028126175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112308136028126175' title='Free Tibet!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112293147146363643</id><published>2005-08-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:24:31.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstars and Nose Nuggets</title><summary type='text'>So instead of my usual 2-3 fresh brewed coffee's I have every morning, to which I think I am immune to now from years of caffiene abuse, I decided to have a 16oz Rockstar drink.  It is very similar to Red Bull....at least it is supposed to be.

I had my Rockstar at 6:45 this morning....and I am here to report it had ZERO affect on me.  I felt no 'boost' of energy what-so-ever.  As a matter of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112293147146363643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112293147146363643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112293147146363643' title='Rockstars and Nose Nuggets'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112290866813365556</id><published>2005-08-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:32:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Screaming</title><summary type='text'>
Crawl 

I'm not sure what got into me the last few days, but as I was telling Cass, I'm a moody guy right now.  I'm pretty sure men can have PMS like syndromes, and I'm smack in the middle of one.  Nothing taste's right, I feel a little out of synch in the social realm, my body feels a bit sore, my sense of humor is a bit off, and I am also horny as all hell.  Maybe that's my problem,....I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112290866813365556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112290866813365556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112290866813365556' title='Silent Screaming'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112265843607613320</id><published>2005-07-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:33:56.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Hee....Eric is OUT</title><summary type='text'>I'm such a 'mark' for Big Brother.

Boy have my opinions changed and solidified over the last week or so.  I'm so glad Eric is out.  I was really tired of his 'superiority' complex and his hypocrisy.  I don't understand how he could continually say "It's only a game", then crucify Kaysar for going back on his word, when Eric went back on his word with Michael.  Eric only wanted to hear what 'Eric</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112265843607613320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112265843607613320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112265843607613320' title='Tee Hee....Eric is OUT'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112249861558819064</id><published>2005-07-27T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:10:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><summary type='text'>Musings

Like I said a few days ago, I usually don't mind flying, that is barring all the crazy things going on with terrorist's these days.  However, this past week the experience was a bit much, even for me.

Flying to my destination wasn't so bad.  My company actually sprung for me to fly 1st class, which was a pleasant surprise.  There were a few odd things that take place up there, like why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112249861558819064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112249861558819064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112249861558819064' title='Flying'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112248866723521230</id><published>2005-07-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:24:27.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to the Heffer</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't pass this story up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112248866723521230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112248866723521230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112248866723521230' title='Hail to the Heffer'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112213118934814996</id><published>2005-07-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:06:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights</title><summary type='text'>So it was a long day again.  Twelve hours to be exact, and the time zone shift didn’t help matters.  What started as a cluster ‘you-know-what ‘ actually finished off on a positive note Friday, besides being a little loopy from drowsiness and not enough caffeine.  When the team called it a day at roughly 7pm, we had about 80% of the work completed.

Saturday I'll put in a few more hours and we’ll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112213118934814996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112213118934814996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112213118934814996' title='Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112204646733598089</id><published>2005-07-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T08:53:05.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road</title><summary type='text'>Well....Things could be better.

I was on a plane just about all day yesterday, and then after I landed, had to get a rental car and drive in the rain for over an hour looking for my hotel. With the multiple time zone changes, you can imagine how tired I am.

I got to the jobsite and shit hit the fan. An outside contractor just decided to cut critical services this morning at instead of after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112204646733598089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112204646733598089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112204646733598089' title='On the Road'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112186996245641070</id><published>2005-07-20T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T08:12:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot out at the Curry Coral</title><summary type='text'>
I like dimples 

Before I get into the meat of my post, I just wanted to share a few dimples.  I find the lower back of women sexy, especially the little indentations near the kidneys on a well toned body.  Pair that with my love of denim jean, and the illusion this model is going commando, and I'm sprung!

Okay, where was I? 

First, work has been extremely busy as of late, therefor my lack of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112186996245641070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112186996245641070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186996245641070' title='Shoot out at the Curry Coral'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112143864949885241</id><published>2005-07-15T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T08:30:31.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother 6, and Mmmmmmm</title><summary type='text'>
Mmmmmm 

It's been a while since I posted any pictures, and while this seems relatively tame.....take your time and think for a minute.  Let your imagination run wild.  What is our young friend enjoying so much? To me, this picture is very suggestive and leaves my mind wanting, begging and craving more details.  I paint a picture in my head on what she is exactly tasting and enjoying so much.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112143864949885241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112143864949885241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112143864949885241' title='Big Brother 6, and Mmmmmmm'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112137377383377085</id><published>2005-07-14T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:35:05.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brat Camp and 976 numbers UPDATED</title><summary type='text'>Musings &amp; True Story

So Chastity beat me to the punch: I was channel surfing last night when I came across one of my new favorite shows, which also debuted last night: Brat Camp. Basically another reality series where parents ship off their 'troubled youth' to a behavioral intervention camp. Gosh, there is so much to comment on this 2 hour show I don't realy know where to begin:
The kids are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112137377383377085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112137377383377085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112137377383377085' title='Brat Camp and 976 numbers UPDATED'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112127148309599053</id><published>2005-07-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:18:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><summary type='text'>Musings

I have come to the conclusion that the recent sprouting of gray hair and a few toss and turn nights can be attributed to CurryMan.  Just the sight or proximity of him make my blood pressure climb a few notches.  I know I have complained many times before, and this probably won't be the last....not until either he retires or leaves under other circumstances....but this morning he just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112127148309599053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112127148309599053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112127148309599053' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112111566941717532</id><published>2005-07-11T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:01:09.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken, not Stirred</title><summary type='text'>Musings

Doh! I found a recipe over the weekend for a very unique martini, and I'm happy to report it kicked my ass.

Now, when I select my martini's, I'm more of a traditionalist and enjoy my gin. Gin, two olives, a litte dirty, dry vermouth. Very James Bondish.

I've never really been a Vodka person, other that the occasional Bloddy Mary or Screwdriver, or a very well blended Long Island. But I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112111566941717532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112111566941717532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112111566941717532' title='Shaken, not Stirred'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112084187681852357</id><published>2005-07-08T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:59:15.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What rejected Crayon are you?</title><summary type='text'>


You are







What Rejected Crayon Are You?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112084187681852357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112084187681852357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112084187681852357' title='What rejected Crayon are you?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112083443032516495</id><published>2005-07-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:53:50.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother 6 and a dream</title><summary type='text'>Musings

I'm so excited.

I'm pretty much a reality television crack whore who goes through withdrawls, especially when the regular TV season full of repeats.  Other than F/X (which has the best Tuesday night drama's year round), I have two tv schedules.  The regular fall schedule no doubt, but when they begin to repeat themselves here in May and June, I quickly switch to the off channels and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112083443032516495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112083443032516495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112083443032516495' title='Big Brother 6 and a dream'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112058641517770122</id><published>2005-07-07T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:20:30.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polluted, Drunk Love and Crabbiness</title><summary type='text'>True Story
Warning: Explicit Content

*Note: I started this post on July 5th, and am now just getting around to finishing it.

Welcome back everyone. I hope you had as swell as a 4th as I did. I haven't had this much fun of a 4th in years, and all I wanna do right now is sleep.

My neighborhood decided to throw a block-party, and it went off! I can't believe how many neighbors participated, how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112058641517770122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112058641517770122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112058641517770122' title='Polluted, Drunk Love and Crabbiness'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112074941470607389</id><published>2005-07-07T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:16:54.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone's, Makin' out, and Batman</title><summary type='text'>True Story

So last night I was completely out of things to do around the house, and really wasn't into the whole 'Celebrity Dance Off' phenomenon that is sweeping trailer parks across the country so I decided to take myself out to the movies.

I chose Batman, as I think certain movies need to be 'seen' in a theatre and not the 1st time one DVD. I really need to re-think this practice.

First the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112074941470607389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112074941470607389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112074941470607389' title='Cell Phone&apos;s, Makin&apos; out, and Batman'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112068922989610215</id><published>2005-07-06T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T07:46:18.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's kinda gross?</title><summary type='text'>Finding multiple short hairs on the toilet seat in the Men's restroom.

Which I just did.

How does that happen? Maybe 1 is random, but multiple ones?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112068922989610215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112068922989610215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112068922989610215' title='You know what&apos;s kinda gross?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112059482419200776</id><published>2005-07-05T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:20:24.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye Vicente Fox,  Lo Siento para usted!</title><summary type='text'>Politics-Rant

From CNN today:

MEXICO CITY, Mexico (Reuters) -- Mexico's tiny black community demanded Monday that President Vicente Fox apologize for a set of stamps featuring a black comic book figure that U.S. civil rights groups have slammed as racist.  I don't blame 'em.

The Asociacion Mexico Negro, which represents some 50,000 blacks living on the Pacific coast, said in a letter to Fox </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112059482419200776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112059482419200776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112059482419200776' title='Aye Vicente Fox,  Lo Siento para usted!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5726459.post-112024800126201246</id><published>2005-07-01T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:00:01.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><summary type='text'>So we get out early today.  I'm looking at the clock and realize I that I only have 30 minutes left.  Yay!!

So CurryMan was supposed to start his vacation this morning, but missed his plane.  So what would you do if you packed your whole family up, wife and kids and missed your plane?  Perhaps take them to lunch?  Perhaps spend time at home with them since you are on vacation?  No, why if your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112024800126201246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5726459/posts/default/112024800126201246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndayspringssexdiary.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112024800126201246' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10702097500181904067</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></entry></feed>
