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Madeline was going to be a princess and Non-Crafty Me actually made her tutu.It might look impressive but really, any creature with thumbs could </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/ipxhPETYDFE/checking-back-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SvMk7S9UUGI/AAAAAAAACL4/kGZqXt9WaVM/s72-c/72.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/ipxhPETYDFE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/11/checking-back-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-9162626164346834050</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T09:03:13.075-04:00</atom:updated><title>Working it</title><atom:summary>For his day job, Joe created this:For my day job, I work with her:I like to think both our jobs will help make Indianapolis a better city.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/sjWfbr-BEjk/working-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SuB2QPvJRqI/AAAAAAAACIQ/nPkUWmCoQ1s/s72-c/bridge.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/sjWfbr-BEjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/10/working-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-6304746448097511485</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T12:06:37.586-04:00</atom:updated><title>There's a lesson hidden in this photo story</title><atom:summary>The following pictures have only two explanations.1) My little brother left his cell phone in the backseat of our car.2) Joe and I have way too much time on our hands once Madeline goes to bed.Once we posted these photos on Facebook, Peter arrived on our porch within 10 minutes to claim his lost loved one. I'm pretty sure he'll keep a tighter grip on his phone from now on.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/xFjb012hUPs/theres-lesson-hidden-in-this-photo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SuCCNpWwmsI/AAAAAAAACKw/rkcQ6UHUIFY/s72-c/DSCN6273.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/xFjb012hUPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/10/theres-lesson-hidden-in-this-photo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-2255544462730691332</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T13:09:46.568-04:00</atom:updated><title>And then "someday" arrives</title><atom:summary>When I was pregnant, I tried to imagine me as a mom. Holding a baby. Rocking a baby.While I gradually got used to the idea of my belly growing largely than what should be humanly possible, I couldn't get used to the idea that someday, I would be carrying around a child in my arms. 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Swan Princess is my favorite treat." (thoughtful pause) "And a donut." Well said, kid. 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(Seriously, when did that happen?? Soccer season is almost done already??) But....I love fall.Among many other reasons, I love fall for the warm, homey recipes it brings. Like pumpkin pancakes and pumpkin dip and chicken pot pie and apple crisp.Fall is not good for </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/C6hQ3iBbkW0/jen-i-know-you-will-agree-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/C6hQ3iBbkW0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/09/jen-i-know-you-will-agree-with-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-8050225128655973603</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T11:49:12.744-04:00</atom:updated><title>"You were always on my mind"</title><atom:summary>This was a headline of my Google homepage:Iran to Allow IAEA Inspectors into Nuclear PlantVoice of America - all 7409 related »Um. Anyone else see "IKEA" when they read that? Or maybe I'm just obsessed...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/sqW_K6kGTas/you-were-always-on-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/sqW_K6kGTas" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/09/you-were-always-on-my-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-2357684355307649757</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T11:26:44.102-04:00</atom:updated><title>In which I'm thankful she doesn't have my crinkle toes.</title><atom:summary>Joe says the best way to get me to like something is to convince me to declare I will never like it. He says it's a guarantee that I will like it eventually.I say, pssshhhwah.But yesterday, I kinda proved his point.Before yesterday, I always wondered what kind of mom would do put a toxic substance like nail polish on her young child's super thin nails for the sake of "looking good" even though, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/-o28yEKgPJo/in-which-im-thankful-she-doesnt-have-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SroeINZkziI/AAAAAAAACGY/jGvODeeNwXM/s72-c/IMG00097.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/-o28yEKgPJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/09/in-which-im-thankful-she-doesnt-have-my.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-352737375326106319</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T15:33:28.894-04:00</atom:updated><title>Swedish meatballs and attempting to not panic</title><atom:summary>Some of you were puzzled by Jen's last comment about Swedish meatballs.Loosely translated, Swedish meatballs means I recently experienced IKEA.{cue Hallelujah chorus in the background}Of course, I knew about IKEA before. I knew I like it and requested to receive the catalog years ago. With every issue, I call out to Joe, "Ooooh, look at this! I like this!" about 20 times while I peruse the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/sZIWPpW-qa0/swedish-meatballs-and-attempting-to-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/sZIWPpW-qa0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/09/swedish-meatballs-and-attempting-to-not.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-210491383050781007</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T10:51:38.083-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hi world. It's Katie. Again.</title><atom:summary>So I fell off the blog wagon. Again.There was no real reason for it. No crisis, no major life busyness. Unless you count making batches and batches of these muffins. Mmmmmmmm."My name is Katie and I'm addicted to oat bran muffins."Rather than try to catch you up on all the happenings of our lives in the last couple of weeks, I'll just share one interesting fact.Apparently, if you invite Joe and I</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/6HVCwsDyYwk/hi-world-its-katie-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SrJKlQPOk5I/AAAAAAAACGQ/A9-k6-dalGc/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/6HVCwsDyYwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/09/hi-world-its-katie-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-531056673781485391</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T22:37:17.212-04:00</atom:updated><title>Indiana State Fair: The Madeline Experience</title><atom:summary>Two years ago, we snapped this picture during Madeline's first trip to the Indiana State Fair. Yes, we were those crazy first-time parents who take their child to the zoo and fair before their baby can hold her head up because we are just dying to give her those experiences.I've tried to recreate "Madeline and the Cow: The Photograph" each time when we go back but this year was harder since the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/JKw1__4roYs/indiana-state-fair-madeline-experience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/Spc9ftH6kMI/AAAAAAAACFM/4Ob99BXMnck/s72-c/Mcow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/JKw1__4roYs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/08/indiana-state-fair-madeline-experience.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-1629902697229406626</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T15:19:52.811-04:00</atom:updated><title>I prefer to think this makes me well-rounded</title><atom:summary>Waiting for me on the library hold shelf today were "The Hiding Place" and "The Hills, season three."I wonder if the librarian who pulled these items for me thought I placed the holds for my 90-year-old grandmother and my 14-year-old sister.But, nope, they're both for me. I'm pretty sure I'm the only common thread for  Corrie ten Boom and Lauren Conrad.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/qLAXheHVQ5A/i-prefer-to-think-this-makes-me-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/qLAXheHVQ5A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/08/i-prefer-to-think-this-makes-me-well.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-6033289076743204565</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T09:46:37.334-04:00</atom:updated><title>Nie Nie</title><atom:summary>I was going to e-mail this blog to a friend but thought I'd just post it here in case anyone else needs to discover Nie Nie. (So Erin, at the very least, this one's for you.)Nie Nie is one of the most beautiful souls I've never met but feel like I have. She is always encouraging, always inspiring.After reading today's post, Critical Condition, I'm typing this shamefaced after yesterday's rant of </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/qXe9BRKItNA/nie-nie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/qXe9BRKItNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/08/nie-nie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-5052975842228689964</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T14:51:55.015-04:00</atom:updated><title>ROLLERCOASTER</title><atom:summary>Seriously, there is no other way to describe potty training.High point:Two days ago, Madeline had zero accidents while we spent the day at the Children's Museum.Low point:Today, she had three accidents while we shopped. Stores will now cringe when they see us approaching.I honestly think I would have cried if I wasn't with my friend Jaime, who reminded me that the first three weeks of potty </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/YkhgGuHqVAw/rollercoaster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/YkhgGuHqVAw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/08/rollercoaster.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3773315901776995438</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 07:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T08:11:50.400-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's a ride with no one else in line</title><atom:summary>This is the ninth day we've been potty training. And it's been hard-core this time.Madeline and I didn't leave the house for the first five days and she's been sans diapers (during the day) since last Monday. Let's just say my hard-wood floors saw more disinfectant last week than they've seen in the three years since we moved in.It's the reason why I haven't been blogging, e-mailing or texting </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/6O4IkPRP51I/its-ride-with-no-one-else-in-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SosDp9leS_I/AAAAAAAACD8/MyyM2PKKG-o/s72-c/smilse.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/6O4IkPRP51I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/08/its-ride-with-no-one-else-in-line.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-973404789515806130</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T10:47:15.249-04:00</atom:updated><title>There never was such cute kids before</title><atom:summary>For my mom's birthday, Jenny had the fabulous idea to do a photo shoot with Madeline and my nephew Brennan.Be prepared for Cuteness Shock and Awe '09 if you want to see more pictures.P.S. Real posts coming soon.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/Bus9RgCFGaA/there-never-was-such-cute-kids-before.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/Soq-EiPqaEI/AAAAAAAACD0/B_XT2UnAbIg/s72-c/MandB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/Bus9RgCFGaA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/08/there-never-was-such-cute-kids-before.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-9179399985622685425</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T15:42:59.150-04:00</atom:updated><title>Two public service announcements</title><atom:summary>1. Stop whatever you are doing and get thee a copy of "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society" right now. Read it and love it. In totally related news, I now want to move my family to Guernsey. Maybe I should tell Joe first. 2. Do not give yourself a poorly-executed manicure the night before you need to chop up a jalapeno for salsa. Cuticles will burn for days afterwards. Also, do not </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/Cni2ep1CpVk/two-public-service-announcements.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/Cni2ep1CpVk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/08/two-public-service-announcements.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-1671585577359524539</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T16:39:42.315-04:00</atom:updated><title>Proof it's asking too much for a picture when there are straws available</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/wIAaKUE7Hnc/proof-its-asking-too-much-for-picture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SmfRBew4uOI/AAAAAAAACC8/CQS5Oj1Qvf8/s72-c/48.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/wIAaKUE7Hnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/07/proof-its-asking-too-much-for-picture.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-7204454823066133559</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T11:26:46.858-04:00</atom:updated><title>This post contains 14 links. You're welcome.</title><atom:summary>When a girl calls for help, y'all came a-hollerin'.And I have absolutely no idea why I'm getting all Paula Deen here. Welcome to my mind.A couple weeks ago, I needed some help because I was pulling inappropriate books off the library shelves at random. I got great responses from you guys and wanted to share everyone's suggestions. Although, if you live in Indianapolis, just know I already </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/hocxqgx2dqU/this-post-contains-14-links-youre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/hocxqgx2dqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/07/this-post-contains-14-links-youre.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-350757485032945823</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T00:00:04.916-04:00</atom:updated><title>I am a separation wimp</title><atom:summary>I used to think people who complained about colds were pathetic. And then I got my first sinus infection.I don't judge those people now and I need to deeply apologize to those in my past.Over the last few years, if I get a cold, it knocks me out and tends to end with a flourish as a sinus infection.Yesterday, the cold totally knocked me flat on my back. I was worried that I couldn't properly care</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/simeiK5M898/i-am-separation-wimp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/Sme8BNifBLI/AAAAAAAACBs/6dqk9WKxg6A/s72-c/42.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/simeiK5M898" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/07/i-am-separation-wimp.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-7359495759981365831</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T14:03:20.266-04:00</atom:updated><title>An olive branch to my music-snob husband</title><atom:summary>Joe calls me a book snob because after I insist on watching a movie based on a novel, I always declare, "The book was way better." Because it's always true. Always.He, on the other hand, is a music snob and looks down on my love for country music and Kelly Clarkson's "Since U Been Gone."The day I wrote this post explaining his dislike for country music, he sent me this text message before he read</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/kFsJqJEA6dQ/olive-branch-to-my-music-snob-husband.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/kFsJqJEA6dQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/07/olive-branch-to-my-music-snob-husband.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-4301025608395695645</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T00:00:01.028-04:00</atom:updated><title>Throughout 11 summer hours, anything is possible</title><atom:summary>9 a.m. Dallas sister-in-law reminds me that I have been delinquent in texting her random photos of Madeline. I instantly search for Madeline to snap a picture. No joke; it was 83 degrees outside and my child is wearing ear muffs inside. But I'm not going to stop her because she's having a fabulous time.3 p.m.Madeline treasures her favorite foods. From chocolate chips to popcorn to her morning </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/einZ1ykoMv8/throughout-11-summer-hours-anything-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SmUfcfbqWbI/AAAAAAAACBk/abmFdRmUf0g/s72-c/41.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/einZ1ykoMv8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/07/throughout-11-summer-hours-anything-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3937187844979506919</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T00:36:06.037-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's like Brad Paisley took the words right out of my mouth</title><atom:summary>This is a post that I wanted to publish on Thursday but since our Internet decided to work only when Joe's fingertips graced the keyboard, I wasn't able to. (Not that I'm bitter at all that the computer decided to play favorites or anything...)Last Thursday was our four-year anniversary. If we lived in Hollywood, we would be shattering records.It's been four years of laughing until my ribs ached </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~3/VuHxz60KduI/its-like-brad-paisley-took-words-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie @ Heart Gone Walking)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartGoneWalking/~4/VuHxz60KduI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/07/its-like-brad-paisley-took-words-right.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
