<?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-6872206816790780175</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:08.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Hurd</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Scoville Hurd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18069010146228951197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lYoW9hhSAW8/TZjGep8Iv7I/AAAAAAAAASU/1TioyTxreAw/s220/9_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872206816790780175.post-2167857478171272371</id><published>2007-11-25T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:29:42.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooooo</title><content type='html'>So, about Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it was a month ago but I'm a busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a cow.  Don't laugh - okay, laugh if you must.  I'm still not sure what a cow is but my mommy made me wear some fuzzy black and white outfit.  Everyone said it was fitting, I'm also not sure what that means.  They kept patting my large girth and giggling, I don't think it was in a nice way.  It was a little strange, mommy kept looking at me and saying "Moo" all day long.  I think she needs more sleep - or maybe a day at the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween, I went and had lunch with my friend Austin. He was wearing some crazy outfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0op5BPfqCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3kmRY_z_riY/s1600-h/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0op5BPfqCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3kmRY_z_riY/s320/DSC01802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136964384532178978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0op5hPfqDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zST09dxYJb4/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0op5hPfqDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zST09dxYJb4/s320/DSC01803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136964393122113586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he got scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0op5xPfqEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oMCqP5YdEY0/s1600-h/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0op5xPfqEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oMCqP5YdEY0/s320/DSC01804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136964397417080898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said we were not very good costume models but we sure did prove it's a jungle out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Grant was a pirate - the nice kind, so he said.  I'm not so sure.  Grant really doesn't like having his picture taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0orGBPfqFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/viiiOUfDq9E/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0orGBPfqFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/viiiOUfDq9E/s320/DSC01807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136965707382106194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe neither do I these days.  We did go to the pumpkin patch to get some pumpkins.  My mommy thought it would be cute to take our picture in this giant chair.  I didn't really want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0orpBPfqGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6T-ZQXJ4oGo/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0orpBPfqGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6T-ZQXJ4oGo/s320/DSC01794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136966308677527650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really just mad because Grant got to jump in the big jump castle and I had to sit on the sidelines once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0osHBPfqHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UCdC8YHvh4g/s1600-h/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0osHBPfqHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UCdC8YHvh4g/s320/DSC01797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136966824073603186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rough life, I tell you.  I think maybe I'll never get to do all the cool stuff Grant does but I sure do love that he's my big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm a real Daddy fan right now.  It's my favorite word - daddy, daddy, daddy.  I say it all the time.  Mommy insists it's unfair because she's the one who feeds me and changes a larger percentage of my dirty diapers but I kind of get a kick out of tormenting her - don't tell her I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about my very exciting Thanksgiving in my next post.  Oh, and also, we have a new pet frog named Oscar.  He's really tiny and maybe that's how Mommy accidentally dropped him down the garbage disposal over Thanksgiving weekend...don't gasp, it wasn't on!  And we got him back, we only had to disconnect a couple pipes to flush him out.  Mommy says after all Oscar's been through in his short life, he may be getting his own blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fall Wishes and boy, I can't wait till Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0ouoxPfqII/AAAAAAAAAEk/d9M5nOYnwTk/s1600-h/DSC01800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0ouoxPfqII/AAAAAAAAAEk/d9M5nOYnwTk/s320/DSC01800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136969602917443714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted...xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872206816790780175-2167857478171272371?l=juliahurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/feeds/2167857478171272371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872206816790780175&amp;postID=2167857478171272371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/2167857478171272371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/2167857478171272371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/2007/11/mooooo.html' title='Mooooo'/><author><name>Elizabeth Scoville Hurd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18069010146228951197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lYoW9hhSAW8/TZjGep8Iv7I/AAAAAAAAASU/1TioyTxreAw/s220/9_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/R0op5BPfqCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3kmRY_z_riY/s72-c/DSC01802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872206816790780175.post-7917567360370530054</id><published>2007-09-13T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:42:39.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Cake!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, sorry I've been slack about posting, my mommy's been working a lot lately.  I'm finally ready to tell you about my very first birthday, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My red velvet birthday cake was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten.  Mommy made it for me and decorated it with beautiful and delicious icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulS2ef0g7I/AAAAAAAAACE/czYUgxjgMPM/s1600-h/JuliaBdayCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulS2ef0g7I/AAAAAAAAACE/czYUgxjgMPM/s320/JuliaBdayCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109706348081480626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She says next year I'm totally getting a white one, though, as the red was a little hard to get out of my many crevices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant helped Mommy make my cake and we waited for Daddy to get home before eating it.  They even sang me a funny song.  It was nice but I really just wanted to get on with the eating, if you know what I mean.  The anticipation was killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulV8Of0g-I/AAAAAAAAACc/7kYMPrWqA9s/s1600-h/JuliaBday07_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulV8Of0g-I/AAAAAAAAACc/7kYMPrWqA9s/s320/JuliaBday07_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109709745400611810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they put the delicious fluffy cake in front of me.  I was so excited, I almost forgot what to do.  I just stared at it for the longest time, unable to believe my good fortune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulVhuf0g9I/AAAAAAAAACU/vXBazj10eNA/s1600-h/JuliaBday07_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulVhuf0g9I/AAAAAAAAACU/vXBazj10eNA/s320/JuliaBday07_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109709290134078418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then instinct kicked in and I began to eat...and eat...and eat.  When I surfaced some time later, I felt kind of funny and my tummy had grown even larger than normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulW3uf0g_I/AAAAAAAAACk/OVKkJDpkWck/s1600-h/JuliaBday07_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulW3uf0g_I/AAAAAAAAACk/OVKkJDpkWck/s320/JuliaBday07_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109710767602828274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, the whole rest of the evening is kind of a sugar-induced blur.  I know there were presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulXouf0hAI/AAAAAAAAACs/pKnsCE8tVmQ/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulXouf0hAI/AAAAAAAAACs/pKnsCE8tVmQ/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109711609416418306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulYAuf0hBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eDh0pfLlbV4/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulYAuf0hBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eDh0pfLlbV4/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109712021733278738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, that was before he tried to beat me up and steal all my new toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulYcuf0hCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OaUHUfUKk3w/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulYcuf0hCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OaUHUfUKk3w/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109712502769615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big brothers are funny like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, it was a great first birthday.  I like all my new toys.  Also, I love cake and think it should be eaten with every meal.  I'm currently lobbying my Mommy and Daddy for a weekly birthday celebration.  I think I've got a pretty good shot...after all, who could say no to this face???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulZ2ef0hEI/AAAAAAAAADM/IBJ3cOh86mc/s1600-h/JuliaBday07_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulZ2ef0hEI/AAAAAAAAADM/IBJ3cOh86mc/s320/JuliaBday07_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714044662875202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll keep you posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872206816790780175-7917567360370530054?l=juliahurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/feeds/7917567360370530054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872206816790780175&amp;postID=7917567360370530054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/7917567360370530054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/7917567360370530054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-cake.html' title='I Love Cake!!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Scoville Hurd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18069010146228951197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lYoW9hhSAW8/TZjGep8Iv7I/AAAAAAAAASU/1TioyTxreAw/s220/9_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RulS2ef0g7I/AAAAAAAAACE/czYUgxjgMPM/s72-c/JuliaBdayCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872206816790780175.post-3475908724755554160</id><published>2007-08-26T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:22:57.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Nashville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently traveled to Nashville, which was a lot of fun.  Mommy had to go to some work conference thing, so I got to stay with my Aunt Gracie and Uncle David both days while she was in her workshop.  They were lots of fun, even though I cried a lot.  Both of them now say they never want kids, though, which I think is not such a nice thing to say after spending quality time with me.  After all, I'm an angel - my mommy and daddy say so all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride in the car was kind of long, I didn't like how hot and sweaty my car seat got.  I did get to see some mountains, though, which was pretty cool.  Mountains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHiBaTfpeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rRYEfFijkmQ/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHiBaTfpeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rRYEfFijkmQ/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103108366656316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in my car seat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHiB6TfpfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wo4JKDDNsaY/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHiB6TfpfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wo4JKDDNsaY/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103108375246251506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Gracie and Uncle David are really cool.  Aunt Gracie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHio6TfpgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4K8JJzpOXBE/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHio6TfpgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4K8JJzpOXBE/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103109045261149698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle David:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHizKTfphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oh_DU9bjCmQ/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHizKTfphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oh_DU9bjCmQ/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103109221354808850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David read to me, which was nice, even if it was Popular Mechanics which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; Pat the Bunny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHjUqTfpiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XVjAEkwXoKI/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHjUqTfpiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XVjAEkwXoKI/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103109796880426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got to see my great-grandmother, Kiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHo76TfpoI/AAAAAAAAABk/t3vUHxo2ZIo/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHo76TfpoI/AAAAAAAAABk/t3vUHxo2ZIo/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103115968748430978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We debated the war and global politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHo76TfppI/AAAAAAAAABs/PTEsqnZNzVM/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHo76TfppI/AAAAAAAAABs/PTEsqnZNzVM/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103115968748430994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I got to love on my Papa and Grammy.  I am their favorite - okay, only - granddaughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHpDqTfpqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lCztSHPGLjA/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHpDqTfpqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lCztSHPGLjA/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103116101892417186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHpD6TfprI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y0M52QyWRGc/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHpD6TfprI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y0M52QyWRGc/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103116106187384498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I did NOT like about my trip was that I missed my daddy and Grant very much, they had to stay in Charleston.  I got really worried because Grant gets allergy asthma and sometimes has to wear this funny mask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHl_6TfpnI/AAAAAAAAABc/LpvU72Xf8As/s1600-h/August07Nash%26Bday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHl_6TfpnI/AAAAAAAAABc/LpvU72Xf8As/s320/August07Nash%26Bday+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103112738933024370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good trip and I'm glad mommy took me.  I got home just in time to celebrate my first birthday.  My mommy made me a delicious red velvet cake, which in hindsight was maybe not the best idea as it is...well, bright red.  Ha ha, sucker!   I'll include some pictures of me covered in bright red cake in my next post.  Until then, everybody...peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872206816790780175-3475908724755554160?l=juliahurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/feeds/3475908724755554160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872206816790780175&amp;postID=3475908724755554160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/3475908724755554160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/3475908724755554160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-trip-to-nashville.html' title='My Trip to Nashville'/><author><name>Elizabeth Scoville Hurd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18069010146228951197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lYoW9hhSAW8/TZjGep8Iv7I/AAAAAAAAASU/1TioyTxreAw/s220/9_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/RtHiBaTfpeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rRYEfFijkmQ/s72-c/August07Nash%26Bday+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872206816790780175.post-456463306063320437</id><published>2007-08-24T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:01:32.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/Rs7yZaTfpdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwLl466dK_A/s1600-h/popsiclepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/Rs7yZaTfpdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwLl466dK_A/s320/popsiclepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102281946229089746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Julia Hurd and this is my new blog.  My friend Austin told me about this blogging thing so I thought I'd try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one year old and teething right now.  My gums hurt and I've been waking my mommy up A LOT in the middle of the night for my Oragel fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I'm a really happy baby, I like that I'm big and could eat most other babies for lunch.  Everyone says my thighs are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big brother named Grant who loves me very much, even if he does steal my toys sometimes...okay, a lot of the time.  He thinks I'm soooo cute and he says mommy and daddy should definitely keep me - whew, what a relief!  He just started school, which means I get mommy all to myself during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things are things that fit in my mouth.  I like the taste of shoes - although mommy doesn't understand why - and I like pushing chairs around the house.  Sometimes Grant and I have chair races, he calls them "chair-mobiles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to push buttons on the computer, they're pretty black and white since Grant painted some of the keyboard with whiteout.  My favorite thing to do on the computer is see how fast I can open the control panel and start deleting programs before mommy catches me...heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I figure out how, I'm going to post more pictures of myself for you to look at.  Mommy says no bathtub pictures, though, as I might one day regret it.  I hope you'll check my blog often, I have lots of funny stories to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872206816790780175-456463306063320437?l=juliahurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/feeds/456463306063320437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872206816790780175&amp;postID=456463306063320437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/456463306063320437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872206816790780175/posts/default/456463306063320437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliahurd.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>Elizabeth Scoville Hurd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18069010146228951197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lYoW9hhSAW8/TZjGep8Iv7I/AAAAAAAAASU/1TioyTxreAw/s220/9_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vJD14_ngnw/Rs7yZaTfpdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwLl466dK_A/s72-c/popsiclepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
