<?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-7082148560330196395</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:53:21.371-08:00</updated><category term='Quotes from kids'/><category term='Bummer'/><category term='RMVBR'/><category term='My unemployed life'/><category term='Being a champion'/><category term='Holiday Merriment'/><category term='From my phone'/><category term='The Fam'/><category term='Ruling over Kelly'/><category term='Nictionary'/><category term='O my G'/><category term='Handysnacks'/><title type='text'>One Step Ahead</title><subtitle type='html'>You will be stunned, awe-struck, impressed, snuggled, and happier than you can remember being ever before.  Read on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4813487682354483688</id><published>2010-10-06T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:25:54.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do they get them?</title><content type='html'>I heard an ad on the radio yesterday advertising some kind of festival, and they said to come see all these forgettable items, and ended with "&lt;i&gt;.... and exotic cars!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?  Like from the jungle?  Jungle cars?  Or sultry cars, like exotic dancers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never heard the term exotic cars before, but I think it's one I'll start using more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4813487682354483688?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4813487682354483688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4813487682354483688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4813487682354483688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4813487682354483688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-do-they-get-them.html' title='Where do they get them?'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4597192668593537341</id><published>2010-10-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:44:56.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole the Pawn Star</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to open a pawn shop and make millions of dollars like the guys on Pawn Stars.  Do you even watch it?  IT'S THE BEST SHOW.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And old stuff is extra cool.  Like a spoon Paul Revere made?  And a button George Washington wore?  And a flag that went to the moon?  I never knew I liked old stuff til I saw Pawn Stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in order to start Nicole the Pawn Star Shoppe, I'll have to start collecting extremely valuable, rare, old items.  Does anyone have any kind of family heirloom or treasure they'd like to give me to get me started?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, on the show, someone actually brought in real treasure.  From a treasure chest.  That was found under water.  REAL TREASURE.  If anyone has any real treasure, to give me, that'd be cool.  I'd even give you a 10% discount on one item of your choice in my shoppe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4597192668593537341?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4597192668593537341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4597192668593537341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4597192668593537341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4597192668593537341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/nicole-pawn-star.html' title='Nicole the Pawn Star'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4493045344301115362</id><published>2010-09-29T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:57:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I am practically related to Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been marginally obsessed with my ancestry lately, ever since Steven introduced me to ancestry.com.  And do you know what I discovered today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am distantly related to someone named &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HEDWIG RADEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hedwig!  Did you read that?  HEDWIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/TKQ0lHU0f-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/T-nf7_Lyb3k/s400/HarryHedwig.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522596855289249762" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4493045344301115362?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4493045344301115362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4493045344301115362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4493045344301115362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4493045344301115362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg-i-am-practically-related-to-harry.html' title='OMG I am practically related to Harry Potter'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/TKQ0lHU0f-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/T-nf7_Lyb3k/s72-c/HarryHedwig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6653455947522180865</id><published>2010-09-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:13:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a local hero.</title><content type='html'>Some have called me a local hero.  Some have called me a "Bellebrity" (get it? Bellingham celebrity?)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pet safety is no joke, my friend.  And no one understands this more than a little dachshund by the name of Lilly.  I found her in the middle of Yew street while I was driving to Steven's house the other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Little dog, little dog, why do you linger in this dangerous location?  Are you lost?  It is well past nightfall and you seem quite alone," I called when I approached the dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those might not be the exact words, but I can't quite remember.  It was something quite similar to that, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/TKLJPNfs8-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/ePQ_8G9umIQ/s320/dachshund.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522197356267500514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little Lilly was so scared, and when I pulled over, she leapt right into my car and sat on my lap, all shaky and shiver-y.  She had a tag, which said she lived on Lopez Island.  Since I was not on Lopez Island, or any island, I concluded that Lilly was far from home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called the number on her tag, and it reached someone, but it was not Lilly's owner.  It was Lilly's owner's mom's renter.  So long story short, I eventually tracked down her owner, who was visiting her boyfriend not to far from where we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned Lilly to her family, and bid them goodnight, reminding them that pet safety is no joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that I am literally a hero, I was thinking of adding a title to my name.  Like, "Madam" or "The Revered."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-6653455947522180865?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6653455947522180865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6653455947522180865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6653455947522180865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6653455947522180865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-local-hero.html' title='I am a local hero.'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/TKLJPNfs8-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/ePQ_8G9umIQ/s72-c/dachshund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6511396943284904412</id><published>2010-07-03T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:11:43.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up, Blog Friendles</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog Friendles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I do not have regular internet access, which is why I cannot blog.  I tried blogging from my iPhone.... very slow with the 1-finger typing.  Although I LOVE MY IPHONE, I do not love blogging on it.  Too slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am right now living with my friends, Baron and Cristina Miller.  You may remember Cristina as my workout coach in blogs past.  This is the same Cristina.  Yes.  She has made me do more workouts since I moved in with them.  They have been torturous.  For example, we did a workout that consisted of 100 squat thrusts, 150 squats, and 200 sit-ups.  Yep.  I did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scheduled to move into my new place August 1st.  It is a &lt;strong&gt;waterfront sky condo&lt;/strong&gt;.  At least, that is what I am calling it.  It's a studio that some of my friends rent out.  It DOES overlook the water.  It's not a condo, but "condo" fits with the words "waterfront" and "sky" better than "apartment," so I call it the waterfront sky condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will blog more often when I live in the WSC, because I will have internet access. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ricky the cat is living with some of my friends, the Warners.  I get to see him because I nanny for them three days a week.  He is very snuggley.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to the zoo with my brother Ryan and it was awesome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I washed Snowy.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6511396943284904412?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6511396943284904412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6511396943284904412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6511396943284904412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6511396943284904412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-up-blog-friendles.html' title='What&apos;s up, Blog Friendles'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4856769253164876108</id><published>2010-04-18T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:09:51.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question: Nicole, What Have You Been Doing Lately?</title><content type='html'>Answer: Not much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That might be why I haven't been the blogger queen you all know me to be.  I haven't been having particularly interesting thoughts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, right now, I just sat here looking at the computer, not typing.  For like 60 seconds.  Have my thoughts deteriorated into boringness?  But I am not a boring person.  This is unacceptable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I humbly accept the challenge.  I will fight the oppressive, looming adulthood-boringness-of-thought that seems to be descending on me and making me unable to blog.  I am a fighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Christina Aguilera's &lt;i&gt;Fighter &lt;/i&gt;plays in the background::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Just so you know, I have that song playing in the background of most of the scenes in my life.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-4856769253164876108?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4856769253164876108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4856769253164876108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4856769253164876108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4856769253164876108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/04/question-nicole-what-have-you-been.html' title='Question: Nicole, What Have You Been Doing Lately?'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2549168914426711603</id><published>2010-03-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:16:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Job"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S6bsPLAqcEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MCqKd6LJ-_M/s1600-h/iPhone+March+22+2010+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S6bsPLAqcEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MCqKd6LJ-_M/s320/iPhone+March+22+2010+100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451304144376328258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now, I am employed as a nanny.  And I love it.  I have so much fun with these kids, it's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This child in the sunglasses is Isla.  She is 16 months old and enjoys wandering about, trying to steal my iPhone, and daying "YA? YA?" to everything.  She is delightful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I accidentally locked her in her bedroom somehow.  I DO NOT UNDERSTAND how that happened.  I didn't even know the door locked.  I tried climbing in through the window.  It did not work.  I eventually picked the lock.  And freed her.  She didn't really care, she was sleeping.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S6btT9urSiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/h9iAIAowAxA/s1600-h/iPhone+March+22+2010+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S6btT9urSiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/h9iAIAowAxA/s320/iPhone+March+22+2010+118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451305326222199330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The child on this playtoy is Simon.  He is three years old, and enjoys trains, scooping trucks, and candy.  He calls me "Cole" and says hilarious things on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simon&lt;/b&gt;: "Cole, are you berry happy I am here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: "Yes, I am very happy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simon&lt;/b&gt;: "Are you a blub-blub?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: "No, I think you might be a blub-blub."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simon&lt;/b&gt;: "SILLY COLE! You are a blub-blub because the udder day you locked the door when Isla was sleeping in her room."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You accidentally lock a baby in a room ONCE and nobody ever lets you forget it.  Come on, Simon.  Let's move forward.  Forgive and forget.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2549168914426711603?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2549168914426711603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2549168914426711603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2549168914426711603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2549168914426711603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-job.html' title='My &quot;Job&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S6bsPLAqcEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MCqKd6LJ-_M/s72-c/iPhone+March+22+2010+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4988288917399317841</id><published>2010-02-22T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:16:34.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think being an Olympic fan should be an Olympic sport</title><content type='html'>Because I would get the gold medal.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I had a gold medal, I would hang it in my living room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I would gaze at it all the time and think about the Olympics.  Then I would invite other Olympic gold medalists over to my house so we could shine our gold medals together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, being an Olympic fan is NOT a current Olympic sport.  So if I want a gold medal, I'm going to have to find another sport to excel in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps bobsled.  I could be one of those people that just hunker down and ride in the bobsled.  I would be very good at that.  Where do I start training?  The next Olympics is in Russia.  Russia could be cool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for me in the 2014 Games.  Bobsled Rider.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4988288917399317841?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4988288917399317841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4988288917399317841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4988288917399317841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4988288917399317841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-being-olympic-fan-should-be.html' title='I think being an Olympic fan should be an Olympic sport'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-271536216989059597</id><published>2010-02-20T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:46:57.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time, I Met Evan Lycasek and the Today Show Hosts at the Olympics</title><content type='html'>It was the best 48 hours I've continuously been awake.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S4DWTQoxinI/AAAAAAAAAc0/P6AmFjb9efo/s1600-h/Olympics+Ryan%27s+Camera+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S4DWTQoxinI/AAAAAAAAAc0/P6AmFjb9efo/s320/Olympics+Ryan%27s+Camera+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440583976235403890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is a real, REAL Olympic gold medal around Evan Lycasek's neck.  We were really standing that close to him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S4DWBxE53QI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1lZPqNPsUwg/s1600-h/Olympics+Ryan%27s+Camera+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S4DWBxE53QI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1lZPqNPsUwg/s320/Olympics+Ryan%27s+Camera+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440583675705679106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me and my mom by the Olympic Cauldron.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S4DWBb5juaI/AAAAAAAAAck/3i5WtFVudMs/s1600-h/Olympics+Ryan%27s+Camera+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S4DWBb5juaI/AAAAAAAAAck/3i5WtFVudMs/s320/Olympics+Ryan%27s+Camera+072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440583670020946338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved this polar bear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many more pictures.  You can see a lot of them on Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-271536216989059597?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/271536216989059597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=271536216989059597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/271536216989059597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/271536216989059597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-upon-time-i-met-evan-lycasek-and.html' title='Once Upon A Time, I Met Evan Lycasek and the Today Show Hosts at the Olympics'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S4DWTQoxinI/AAAAAAAAAc0/P6AmFjb9efo/s72-c/Olympics+Ryan%27s+Camera+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1708805936702104258</id><published>2010-02-18T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:50:59.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S35CjE17V_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/GWGeQvewIhI/s1600-h/Today_Show.33770155_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before my dreams come to life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan, my mom, Heidi and Lisa are all sitting in my living room right now.  We are watching the Men's Figure Skating finals and it's very exciting.  But not as exciting as the fact that we're GOING TO THE TODAY SHOW IN A FEW HOURS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that's right, I am going to the Today Show.  Tonight.  For the show tomorrow morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S35CjE17V_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/GWGeQvewIhI/s320/Today_Show.33770155_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439858570272921586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might see me on TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to try to kiss Matt Lauer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not sleeping.  We're staying up all night.  I think we're leaving in about a half hour.  I'm so excited I don't know how to express my emotions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I laugh?  Should I cry?  Should I do some wild clapping, like my friend Rachel Handysnacks would?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch the &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;Today Show&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.  YOU COULD SEE ME.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1708805936702104258?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1708805936702104258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1708805936702104258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1708805936702104258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1708805936702104258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/final-hours.html' title='The final hours...'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S35CjE17V_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/GWGeQvewIhI/s72-c/Today_Show.33770155_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-8030779729796966885</id><published>2010-02-18T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:40:36.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goal # 71: Attend the Olympic Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Folks, tomorrow is the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day I have been waiting for since I was a fetus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the day I am going to go to the Olympic Games.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might go crazy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's trace the history of this life goal.  So, the stars aligned and in 1984, I was born.  It's no coincidence that 1984 was an Olympic year, and that the Games were held in Los Angelos.  I was the first child of Lulu Jobe, a seasoned Olympic fan.  The Olympics and I were meant to be connected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to 1994.  These are the first Olympic Games that I remember.  It was the Winter Olympics and I remember coming home from ballet and racing to the TV to watch figure skating with my mom.  It was the year with the Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan catastrophe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oksana Baiul won the gold and Nancy Kerrigan won the silver.  My conscious love for the Olympics was growing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 1996, I was a fanatic.  I was 11 that summer. My grandmother made me an American flag sundress.  I would have worn it every day of the 17 days of the Games, but my mom insisted on washing it occasionally.  I carried around a small American flag and forced my friends to watch the competition with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saved my babysitting money and bought a Sports Illustrated kids guide to the Olympics for that year.  I knew when every event was airing and scheduled my time around the most important events.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S33O8CSpzbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/EZLSzDTjVmU/s320/arizona-kerri-strug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439731455736008114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried when Michael Johnson broke the world record and when Kerri Strug vaulted on her hurt ankle. Good times, good times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my love and some might say, obsession, has grown over the years, and when I wrote out my 101 life goals my senior year of college, attending the Olympics was in there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow, I get to check it off the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Vancouver is ready for me.  &lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-8030779729796966885?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8030779729796966885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=8030779729796966885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8030779729796966885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8030779729796966885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-goal-71-attend-olympic-games.html' title='Life Goal # 71: Attend the Olympic Games'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S33O8CSpzbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/EZLSzDTjVmU/s72-c/arizona-kerri-strug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-401637865628394236</id><published>2010-02-16T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:28:54.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympic Souvenir I Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3uaH5Fl-bI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NgdkCnBxmc4/s1600-h/olympic-mittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3uaH5Fl-bI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NgdkCnBxmc4/s320/olympic-mittens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439110435354048946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want these mittens.  I love them.  I covet them, which is disobeying one of the ten commandments.  But I can't help it.  Look at the little maple leaf!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the redness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to the Olympics in 2 days.  TWO DAYS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-401637865628394236?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/401637865628394236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=401637865628394236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/401637865628394236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/401637865628394236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympic-souvenir-i-desire.html' title='The Olympic Souvenir I Desire'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3uaH5Fl-bI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NgdkCnBxmc4/s72-c/olympic-mittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4457089526877332576</id><published>2010-02-15T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:35:27.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Can Now Cook For You If You Are Nice To Me</title><content type='html'>Steven has been teaching me to cook.  Here are some meals I can now prepare.  Probably.  I can probably prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken and dumplings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fajitas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mashed Potatoes that are not from potato flakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've also cooked other things but I don't think I could probably prepare them on my own.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4457089526877332576?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4457089526877332576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4457089526877332576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4457089526877332576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4457089526877332576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-can-now-cook-for-you-if-you.html' title='Things I Can Now Cook For You If You Are Nice To Me'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3484205232791391606</id><published>2010-02-13T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:47:42.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opening Ceremonies</title><content type='html'>were awesome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part was when the magical giant polar bear emerged from no where.  I think he is a relative of Snowy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3crBSe8ssI/AAAAAAAAAcE/3SLVFUzcJbM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3crBSe8ssI/AAAAAAAAAcE/3SLVFUzcJbM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437862376214672066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other parts I enjoyed included the part with the trees and the dancers, the tap dancing, when the floor became an ocean and there were whales, the part when there was a giant mountain and sky dancers pretended to ski down it, and some of the singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But my favorite part was the polar bear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only choked up like twice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3484205232791391606?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3484205232791391606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3484205232791391606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3484205232791391606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3484205232791391606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/opening-ceremonies.html' title='The Opening Ceremonies'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3crBSe8ssI/AAAAAAAAAcE/3SLVFUzcJbM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1109073674413306552</id><published>2010-02-12T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:06:35.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics: DAY ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3XsQ7mcO2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HBLl6dl5iBo/s1600-h/2010_winter_olympics_logo1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3XsQ7mcO2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HBLl6dl5iBo/s400/2010_winter_olympics_logo1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437511900740729698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE OLYMPICS START TODAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Olympics are my favorite thing.  I am inappropriately excited about the Olympics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know many of you are wondering where I've been, and the answer is no where.  I just haven't been blogging.  Don't really have a reason.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I do have a reason.  A reason to blog.  A reason to live.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE OLYMPICS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1109073674413306552?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1109073674413306552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1109073674413306552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1109073674413306552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1109073674413306552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympics-day-one.html' title='The Olympics: DAY ONE'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/S3XsQ7mcO2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HBLl6dl5iBo/s72-c/2010_winter_olympics_logo1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4173542962902287770</id><published>2010-01-19T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:33:07.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what has happened in the past month:</title><content type='html'>I lost my favorite water bottle for 2 weeks. But then I found it in a bag in my living room.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus some other stuff happened also.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-4173542962902287770?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4173542962902287770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4173542962902287770&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4173542962902287770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4173542962902287770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2010/01/heres-what-has-happened-in-past-month.html' title='Here&apos;s what has happened in the past month:'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2752985163134721803</id><published>2009-12-19T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:50:28.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This might be what I want to do.  For real.</title><content type='html'>Jodi nudged me in this direction and I had thought of it before, but had never fully considered how much I would probably LOVE IT.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking about Head Start.  Becoming a &lt;a href="http://www.wsaheadstarteceap.com/index.html"&gt;Head Start &lt;/a&gt;teacher.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the logic: It's with the&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk-1mla0LeU"&gt; age group I love,&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a href="http://www.nccp.org/topics/childpoverty.html"&gt;population I am passionate about serving&lt;/a&gt;, and I really love to teach.  One, two, three, just like that.  I think it would be SO MUCH FUN.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.  Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmmm.  I like this possibility.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-2752985163134721803?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2752985163134721803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2752985163134721803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2752985163134721803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2752985163134721803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-might-be-what-i-want-to-do-for.html' title='This might be what I want to do.  For real.'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7060415944834246447</id><published>2009-12-19T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:12:05.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear.  Another Christmas Empire Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/creating-christmas-empire-phase-3-tree.html"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; is dying.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs to make it til Christmas, but will he?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am giving him the attention and care that I thought he needed, but will it be enough?  WHY IS HE DYING SO QUICKLY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7060415944834246447?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7060415944834246447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7060415944834246447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7060415944834246447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7060415944834246447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-dear-another-christmas-empire.html' title='Oh Dear.  Another Christmas Empire Catastrophe'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1170934859153199672</id><published>2009-12-18T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:31:26.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping peacefully last night and then semi-woke up because my face itched.  When I went to scratch it, I didn't realize that my entire arm was asleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hit myself in the face so hard I woke myself up completely.  And there was a red mark on my cheek.  Because I hit myself.  In the face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redonk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1170934859153199672?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1170934859153199672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1170934859153199672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1170934859153199672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1170934859153199672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang.html' title='Dang'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5989507339843470646</id><published>2009-12-16T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:10:11.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 5: Present Wrapping</title><content type='html'>I have many presents to wrap.  Here is a sampling of the wrapping I have done: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Syk96jTVLGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yrFWExZ3ehs/s1600-h/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Syk96jTVLGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yrFWExZ3ehs/s400/presents.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415928103007759458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ricky thinks that it is his duty as my cat to help me wrap presents by trying to bite/claw at the wrapping paper and ribbon as I wrap.  It is exceptionally annoying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more funny stories about that but I can't blog about them because they are about presents and some of the present receivers are blog-readers.  So you'll have to wait for those stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phase 4B Window Update:  I am avoiding the window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5989507339843470646?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5989507339843470646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5989507339843470646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5989507339843470646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5989507339843470646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/creating-christmas-empire-phase-5.html' title='Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 5: Present Wrapping'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Syk96jTVLGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yrFWExZ3ehs/s72-c/presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4065682479738908133</id><published>2009-12-15T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:56:59.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Empire Issues</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Phase 4A really ruffled my feathers.  I have had a hard time recovering from the Window Decorating Disaster.  I kept trying to start Phase 4B, but I think I was so discouraged by the outcome of 4A that I was too depressed to try again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the window stands.  It looks stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to make matters worse, my apartment neighbors on either side of me have BOTH put up their OWN Christmas windows.  And of course, they are beautiful.  Stupid beautiful window decorators.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to just move on to Phase 5.  I have been stuck with this 4B problem for too long!  It's time to overcome the obstacles!  Spread my wings and fly!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4065682479738908133?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4065682479738908133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4065682479738908133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4065682479738908133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4065682479738908133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-empire-issues.html' title='Christmas Empire Issues'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-8555033693489903714</id><published>2009-12-10T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:12:47.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another option instead of trying to get a job</title><content type='html'>There was a poster outside for a lost dog and it was sad.  But only for a second, because then I was like&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAYBE I could find that lost animal and get the reward!  It was like for $250!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And WHAT if I just started finding lost animals and collecting rewards and lived off that?  People are always losing their pets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good idea, Nicole, good idea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-8555033693489903714?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8555033693489903714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=8555033693489903714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8555033693489903714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8555033693489903714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-option-instead-of-trying-to-get.html' title='Another option instead of trying to get a job'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3143507959866146241</id><published>2009-12-08T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:47:15.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Career:  Toy Shopper</title><content type='html'>I am very excited about the &lt;a href="http://communitytoystore.org/whatcom/"&gt;Community Toy Store&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I requested this year to be the official shopper when money donations came in.  I was granted my request.  I wish that I was a Toy Shopper ALL YEAR LONG.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some toys I like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sx7lbQxxrII/AAAAAAAAAbI/77UlVEINc00/s200/little-people-racin-ramps-garage.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413016058668887170" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cabbage Patch Dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fisher Price Little People&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brio Trains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playmobil people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Little Pony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All toys in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;(except Bratz dolls) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3143507959866146241?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3143507959866146241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3143507959866146241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3143507959866146241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3143507959866146241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-career-toy-shopper.html' title='New Career:  Toy Shopper'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sx7lbQxxrII/AAAAAAAAAbI/77UlVEINc00/s72-c/little-people-racin-ramps-garage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-579745072937175613</id><published>2009-12-05T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:54:40.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you've never clicked on anything on your life, CLICK ON THIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIPFW2N5H18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIPFW2N5H18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-579745072937175613?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/579745072937175613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=579745072937175613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/579745072937175613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/579745072937175613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-youve-never-clicked-on-anything-on.html' title='If you&apos;ve never clicked on anything on your life, CLICK ON THIS.'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7800847758725409226</id><published>2009-12-05T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:18:00.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 4A: The Window</title><content type='html'>I decided to decorate our front window.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was much harder than I had anticipated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, my window cling "Believe" is much smaller compared to my window than it looked in the store.  So it couldn't go across the middle because the window pane is all thick and it would look chopped in half.  So I had to put it on one side.  But then it looks lopsided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if THAT wasn't stressful enough, when I put up the lights I made them droopy - thinking that it'd be Christmas Empire-y - and it just made it look DUMB-O.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxqxAOazQRI/AAAAAAAAAao/ix7S8dTak9s/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxqxAOazQRI/AAAAAAAAAao/ix7S8dTak9s/s400/window.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411832519667695890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it so far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More work needs to be done on this window.  That is why this is just Phase 4A.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7800847758725409226?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7800847758725409226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7800847758725409226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7800847758725409226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7800847758725409226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/creating-christmas-empire-phase-4a.html' title='Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 4A: The Window'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxqxAOazQRI/AAAAAAAAAao/ix7S8dTak9s/s72-c/window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1929456296029734014</id><published>2009-12-04T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:17:48.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why...</title><content type='html'>but I've been having super bizarre dreams lately. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, I dreamed the other day that I was a teenage mouse living in a WW2 internment camp.  We were trying to steal food by switching nametags.  I don't know how that worked, but it made sense in the dream.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last night, I dreamed that I had accidentally brushed my teeth with Chuck Diesel's toothbrush and I was SO GROSSED OUT.  I almost lost my mind.  &lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-1929456296029734014?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1929456296029734014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1929456296029734014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1929456296029734014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1929456296029734014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why...'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3837975215427220711</id><published>2009-12-01T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:50:50.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 3: The Tree</title><content type='html'>Rachel and I decided to get our tree today.  This is the first time I have purchased a live tree on my own.  THE FIRST TIME!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like this tree is my first born.  I'm going to name him Adam.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to purchase Adam tonight at a special farm where it is rumored that they pass out full-size candy canes (instead of the puny ones that you normally get at tree farms.)  But this special farm was closed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to another special farm called Haggen and we found Adam.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxYaejdidpI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ww5XehU-B_k/s1600-h/rachel+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxYaejdidpI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ww5XehU-B_k/s400/rachel+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410541114549761682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decorated Adam and made him beautiful.  Here he is beautiful: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxYaeSCxKoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YHW57exvlLo/s1600-h/treestockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxYaeSCxKoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YHW57exvlLo/s400/treestockings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410541109874076290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To finish off the evening of Christmas Empire Enjoyment, we put Ricky in a Santa hat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxYadxB1zJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8bBwfWvgtsg/s1600-h/santacat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxYadxB1zJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8bBwfWvgtsg/s400/santacat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410541101011815570" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7082148560330196395-3837975215427220711?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3837975215427220711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3837975215427220711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3837975215427220711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3837975215427220711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/creating-christmas-empire-phase-3-tree.html' title='Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 3: The Tree'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxYaejdidpI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ww5XehU-B_k/s72-c/rachel+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1982265576214279364</id><published>2009-11-30T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:26:03.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 2: Advent Calendars</title><content type='html'>Today, with a gift card I got from Baron and Cristina to Trader Joe's, I bought Rachel and I both 99 cent advent calendars.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phase 2: Advent Calendars COMPLETE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxSoA2gndZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kCAfnaPucQ8/s1600/adventcalendars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxSoA2gndZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kCAfnaPucQ8/s400/adventcalendars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410133784964593042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hung them on the wall on either sides of my grandmother's wall hanging.  This is Rachel's first Advent Calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1982265576214279364?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1982265576214279364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1982265576214279364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1982265576214279364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1982265576214279364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/creating-christmas-empire-phase-2.html' title='Creating the Christmas Empire Phase 2: Advent Calendars'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxSoA2gndZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kCAfnaPucQ8/s72-c/adventcalendars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5870899570896662366</id><published>2009-11-30T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:58:08.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating the Christmas Empire: Phase 1</title><content type='html'>So I got out my Christmas decorations bin last night to see what I had to work with in converting my home into a Christmas Empire.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started with the piano.  Threw on some fake piney rope things and put Santa Bird right in the middle.  Lookin good.  That piano is ready for me to play some Christmas tunes on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxQi_eh5j1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7bn7Qxf-Um4/s1600/christmasempire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxQi_eh5j1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7bn7Qxf-Um4/s400/christmasempire2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409987526301159250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I hung up several wall decorations.  One is photoed below: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxQi_Cq8BBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dY1KDp1-_zk/s1600/christmasempire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxQi_Cq8BBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dY1KDp1-_zk/s400/christmasempire1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409987518822876178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a quilted wall-hanging that my Grandma made for me.  THANK YOU GRANDMA. It is the highest quality of all the Christmas decorations I own.  I hung it right above our couch.  It is currently the centerpiece of the Christmas Empire.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel and I were going to go get a tree today, but it is rainy and windy and disgusting outside so we decided not to.  Instead, we are sitting in our Snuggies in our budding Christmas Empire.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will head to the Christmas piano and play some songs for Rachel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5870899570896662366?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5870899570896662366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5870899570896662366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5870899570896662366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5870899570896662366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/creating-christmas-empire-phase-1.html' title='Creating the Christmas Empire: Phase 1'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxQi_eh5j1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7bn7Qxf-Um4/s72-c/christmasempire2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-554208155211659759</id><published>2009-11-29T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:17.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMVBR'/><title type='text'>I like Ricky well enough, but why couldn't I have gotten this kitten?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Bmhjf0rKe8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Bmhjf0rKe8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-554208155211659759?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/554208155211659759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=554208155211659759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/554208155211659759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/554208155211659759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-ricky-well-enough-but-why.html' title='I like Ricky well enough, but why couldn&apos;t I have gotten this kitten?'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7287041285596467612</id><published>2009-11-28T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:57:32.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unemployed life'/><title type='text'>My New Purpose</title><content type='html'>Instead of looking for a job, I have decided to devote myself completely to the task of turning my and Rachel's home into a Christmas Empire.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxHkNE0TjdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tbmn8G7Zfk4/s1600/christmas-tree-inside-the-house_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxHkNE0TjdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tbmn8G7Zfk4/s320/christmas-tree-inside-the-house_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409355540731235794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will need to gather decorations, do some deep cleaning, and maybe paint the walls green and red.  And put up Christmas lights.  Bake Christmas things.  Watch Christmas movies.  Sing Rachel Christmas songs every night before she goes to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricky will have to be dressed up, obviously.  Should he be an elf or a reindeer?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should've taken some Christmas decorations from my mom's house, she has like 2 million.  Dang, why did I just think of this now?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I could get some of my own.  Yes, that's what I will do.  I will purchase some quality Christmas decorations.  Not that I don't own any already.  I do own some.  We had a Tacky Christmas party 3 years ago and I have all the decorations from that.  So those will go up on the walls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll need more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7287041285596467612?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7287041285596467612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7287041285596467612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7287041285596467612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7287041285596467612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-purpose.html' title='My New Purpose'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SxHkNE0TjdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tbmn8G7Zfk4/s72-c/christmas-tree-inside-the-house_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5908436803312933457</id><published>2009-11-27T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:59:11.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unemployed life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Merriment'/><title type='text'>Mickey Snow Globe</title><content type='html'>My mama and I are shopping. We are early birds today. We got up at 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like the only people at the mall with cheerful faces and no die-hard agenda. We just think it's fun to come every year.  Oh, and sometimes they hand out free things to the earliest shoppers and today I got a free snow globe! So excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5908436803312933457?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5908436803312933457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5908436803312933457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5908436803312933457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5908436803312933457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/mickey-snow-globe.html' title='Mickey Snow Globe'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-370726381489376161</id><published>2009-11-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:59:26.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Merriment'/><title type='text'>A little fireplace and some sleepy dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am sitting by the fireplace with two dogs and a cat sleeping around me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sw2BTSitGLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VpnvXPpFhos/s320/fireplace-main_Full.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408120895936731314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-370726381489376161?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/370726381489376161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=370726381489376161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/370726381489376161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/370726381489376161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-fireplace-and-some-sleepy-dogs.html' title='A little fireplace and some sleepy dogs'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sw2BTSitGLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VpnvXPpFhos/s72-c/fireplace-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1367860625807214447</id><published>2009-11-23T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:44.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O my G'/><title type='text'>Road Jail</title><content type='html'>So I missed my exit on the way home to Puyallup because I took I-5 all the way down instead of going my usual way.  And also, because I was on the phone having a very intense conversation because I am a very intense person. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I didn't realize I'd missed the exit until I was talking on the phone with my mom and she asked me where I was.  She said, "You missed your exit, I think.  Call your dad, he'll know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I called my dad but got a busy signal.  Then I was panicking.  I couldn't type in my destination to Carmen because I was driving.  So, in my panic, I took the first exit I saw.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just happened to be the Fort Lewis Exit.  And that exit just happens to be like ROAD JAIL, aka the exit becomes a lane that takes you DIRECTLY to the place where they check you for your military ID.  No pulling off to the side, no going to the other side of the street because it was like a fenced in road.  I do not have a military ID and I don't want to go to Fort Lewis.  But I had no choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I pulled up to the station place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um, hello.  I do not want to come to Fort Lewis.  I just wanted to turn around but I was trapped on the fenced road." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just a turn-around?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um, yes please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"TURN AROUND!  JERRY WE GOT A TURN AROUND HERE!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::5 different uniformed men run over to my car::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can we please have your license, ma'am?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get out my license.  Are they arresting me?  I feel like they are going to arrest me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jerry'll have you turn around right up there.  He will then return your license.  Pull forward!  Go!  Jerry!  Go!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I pulled up a little ways and Jerry STOPPED TRAFFIC so I could cross over and make a U-turn.  He then returned my driver's license.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very startled by the entire experience.  Stupid road jail.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1367860625807214447?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1367860625807214447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1367860625807214447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1367860625807214447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1367860625807214447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-jail.html' title='Road Jail'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3678659565452517402</id><published>2009-11-22T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:01:15.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O my G'/><title type='text'>That was even better than I could have imagined</title><content type='html'>The show seriously only could have been better if I was part of the Top Ten myself.  I can't remember the last time I had so much fun.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point, I was having so much fun, I burst into tears.  There wasn't anything sad happening, I was just SO HAPPY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dancing was outrageous.  OUTRAGEOUS.  It made me miss dancing.  I think part of my bursting into irrational tears was because I wanted to be dancing myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might sign up for a dance class.  Why not?  They have adult classes.  I'm an adult.  Then maybe I will audition for SYTYCD and be in the Top Ten.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, at the show, Brandon was the silliest.  It was the last show on the tour and Brandon kept crashing everybody's dances.  He didn't do that normally, just tonight.  It was the funniest.  Like he ran in during the middle of the Romeo and Juliet dance and pushed Melissa aside and made Ade dance with him.  And he was wearing bright pink pants.  And we all laughed and laughed and laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, every moment was my favorite moment.  They were so good, they were so, so good.  Better than they were during the season.  Way better.  And Caitlyn was there.  Caitlyn!  And Philip!  They are #11 and #12!  It was not just the top 10, it was the top 12!  WHAT A SPECIAL TREAT.  ::wild glowing-heart eyes::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures to follow.  Ashley took all the pictures.  I'm glad I didn't bring my camera because I couldn't have taken any pictures because I was in a Happiness-Coma, but she took very nice ones.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the best day of my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3678659565452517402?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3678659565452517402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3678659565452517402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3678659565452517402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3678659565452517402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-was-even-better-than-i-could-have.html' title='That was even better than I could have imagined'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2702506488400932517</id><published>2009-11-21T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:00.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>I am having so much fun I can't believe it</title><content type='html'>It is intermission. There are 700 people in line for the bathroom. Maybe more. I am waiting in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE BEST SHOW IN THE WORLD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2702506488400932517?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2702506488400932517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2702506488400932517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2702506488400932517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2702506488400932517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-having-so-much-fun-i-cant-believe.html' title='I am having so much fun I can&apos;t believe it'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2765419894652096540</id><published>2009-11-21T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:00.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>OMGOMGOMG</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2765419894652096540?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2765419894652096540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2765419894652096540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2765419894652096540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2765419894652096540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/omgomgomg.html' title='OMGOMGOMG'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6023726548225091860</id><published>2009-11-21T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:00.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>ONE HOUR. ONE HOUR.</title><content type='html'>In ONE hour I will see all my friends from Season 5. They will probably see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement Level: 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I make a sign that says 'Dance by me Jason'? How will he know how much I love him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6023726548225091860?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6023726548225091860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6023726548225091860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6023726548225091860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6023726548225091860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-hour-one-hour.html' title='ONE HOUR. ONE HOUR.'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-8743992008276224887</id><published>2009-11-21T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:00.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>1.5 HOURS TO GO</title><content type='html'>We are eating at Azteca Mexican Restaurant. Also, I realized that I'd been counting down to 7:00 not 7:30. The show starts at 7:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cup of tortilla soup for dinner. Shoulda got a bowl. It was delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see these things tonight: Kayla and Kupono doing the addiction dance, Janine and Jason in the one Travis Wall choreographed, the boom boom pow group dance, brandon's solo, Brandon and Janette's disco and also their cha-cha. Oh, and Janine's solo. I hope they do all of those routines. Oh, and the Calle Ocho group routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I'm so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement Level: 37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-8743992008276224887?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8743992008276224887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=8743992008276224887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8743992008276224887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8743992008276224887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/15-hours-to-go.html' title='1.5 HOURS TO GO'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-8514524534564778960</id><published>2009-11-21T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:00.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>2 HOURS TO GO</title><content type='html'>We are still at the alderwood mall. I bought a Christmas present for Chuck Diesel. I acciedentally let my brain go into Christmas Mode and forgot about SYTYCD Mode. I need to get back in the right mindset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement Level: 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-8514524534564778960?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8514524534564778960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=8514524534564778960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8514524534564778960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8514524534564778960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-hours-to-go.html' title='2 HOURS TO GO'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4431416766199477200</id><published>2009-11-21T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:00.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>3 HOURS TO GO</title><content type='html'>We are at Nordstroms. I bought a shirt. I love it. But not as much as I love SYTYCD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Nordstroms has too many mannequins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement level: 15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4431416766199477200?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4431416766199477200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4431416766199477200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4431416766199477200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4431416766199477200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-hours-to-go.html' title='3 HOURS TO GO'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-317426052050475891</id><published>2009-11-21T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:00.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>4 hours to go...</title><content type='html'>1.8 miles away from our first destination: alderwood mall. Excitement rising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-317426052050475891?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/317426052050475891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=317426052050475891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/317426052050475891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/317426052050475891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-hours-to-go.html' title='4 hours to go...'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2844261541731421154</id><published>2009-11-21T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:00:43.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>Five hours left</title><content type='html'>In the car!  Leaving! SYTYCD!!! O MY G!! Excitement level: 11 (scale 1 - 10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2844261541731421154?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2844261541731421154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2844261541731421154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2844261541731421154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2844261541731421154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-hours-left.html' title='Five hours left'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3109536110927471830</id><published>2009-11-21T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:00:43.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>Six hours left</title><content type='html'>I took a shower and got shampoo in my eye. Had a coffee. Excitement level: 10 (scale 1 - 10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3109536110927471830?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3109536110927471830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3109536110927471830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3109536110927471830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3109536110927471830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/six-hours-left.html' title='Six hours left'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3618085111308217385</id><published>2009-11-21T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:00:43.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my phone'/><title type='text'>Hour-by-hour updates</title><content type='html'>Today is the day. SYTYCD Day. It is a day I have been yearning for for years. And here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help all of you poor souls who do not get to see the Season 5 Show today, I will be providing hourly updates on th happenings via phone blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am at Walgreens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3618085111308217385?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3618085111308217385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3618085111308217385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3618085111308217385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3618085111308217385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/hour-by-hour-updates.html' title='Hour-by-hour updates'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1365858700377012489</id><published>2009-11-20T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:31:55.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unemployed life'/><title type='text'>Nicole's Friday Activities</title><content type='html'>Here is what was on my calendar: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, November 20th:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  [no entries]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing.  I had nothing planned.  So, today, I have done a combination of lounging, Facebooking, relaxing, laughing at my cat, going to Starbucks, and looking at things online.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also slept in.  However, I don't really like sleeping in anymore because it gets dark SO EARLY and I feel like there is no daylight left when I sleep in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM GOING TO THE SYTYCD TOUR TOMORROW.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1365858700377012489?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1365858700377012489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1365858700377012489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1365858700377012489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1365858700377012489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicoles-friday-activities.html' title='Nicole&apos;s Friday Activities'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4346097469452692973</id><published>2009-11-19T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:00:57.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O my G'/><title type='text'>Oh, HI JIM FAY</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a Love and Logic Conference in Shoreline.  IT WAS AWESOME.  It was awesome mostly because Jim Fay HIMSELF was teaching it.  Sure, 75% of you probably have no idea who he is BUT I DO.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's only like Mr. Love and Logic.  Like the inventor of it.  For me, it was like I was surprised because a CELEBRITY was at what I thought would be just a mediocre conference.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, no, Jim Fay himself, there, teaching.    Here is a high-quality photograph: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwXmTRZKwGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aOlbBXsW4Vc/s1600/L+and+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwXmTRZKwGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aOlbBXsW4Vc/s320/L+and+L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405980146489016418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's microscopic Jim Fay with the white hair in the middle.  And the lady who's head is right in front me of is Totally Crazy Lady.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally Crazy Lady was the only not-great thing about my day with Jim Fay.  TCL seemed to think that the conference was actually a conversation between herself and Jim Fay, and constantly responded when he asked rhetorical questions.  Super loud.  Inappropriate.  I was worried Jim Fay would look up and think it was US that was being socially inappropriate.  It wasn't.  It was TCL.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But besides that, the day was AWESOME.  Thanks, Jason T and Amy McMur, my new friend.  Our day was both lovely and logical.  Nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4346097469452692973?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4346097469452692973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4346097469452692973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4346097469452692973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4346097469452692973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-hi-jim-fay.html' title='Oh, HI JIM FAY'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwXmTRZKwGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aOlbBXsW4Vc/s72-c/L+and+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7343388474612729687</id><published>2009-11-18T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:00:29.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><title type='text'>A Pizza Box and Me</title><content type='html'>.... almost blew away to the Land of Oz walking into my house.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was holding a pizza box and the wind caught us just right and WHOOSH.  I stumbled backwards.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have DIED.  I could have fallen backwards, hit my head on a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwTssLynRHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Jrbd5DRy4rU/s200/very_windy-clipart.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405705696574915698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; pumpkin, and passed out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lucky to be alive.  I will not take anything for granted anymore.  My life flashed before my eyes in that wind gust.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate this Snuggie I am sitting in.  You know who can't appreciate Snuggies?  Dead people.  People who die from big wind gusts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So luckily, world, I lived.  The pizza and I both survived, fully in tact.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7343388474612729687?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7343388474612729687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7343388474612729687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7343388474612729687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7343388474612729687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/pizza-box-and-me.html' title='A Pizza Box and Me'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwTssLynRHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Jrbd5DRy4rU/s72-c/very_windy-clipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7011094643579507549</id><published>2009-11-17T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:01:31.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fam'/><title type='text'>G-mas and G-pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwMdsskheYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SE2v7XgJ-NE/s1600/grandparents.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwMdsskheYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SE2v7XgJ-NE/s200/grandparents.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405196631490525570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of grandparents.  I am very lucky.  That's the advantage to having young parents - you get grandparents longer.  I believe I have a total of.... 7 living grandparents.  And I get Christmas presents from all of them (except my mom's biological father, who I actually just met a few years ago and I don't actually know.  I counted him in my total of 7 but he should really only be like a .5 because I don't think he knows my name.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I love my grandparents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, when I was little my Grandma Margaret - I never called her Grandma Margaret, I just called her Grandma, but I have indicated her name here so you will know which Grandma I am talking about - my Grandma Margaret told me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sometimes your grandfather snores so loud I have to make him go sleep out on the davenport."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, who even uses the word 'davenport'?  I thought a davenport was a porch, and I thought my grandma was super mean to make him sleep on the porch just because he snored.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was true, I'm serious, until I was like 13.  I was very relieved when I learned that 'davenport' meant 'couch' and not 'cold, windy porch.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7011094643579507549?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7011094643579507549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7011094643579507549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7011094643579507549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7011094643579507549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/g-mas-and-g-pas.html' title='G-mas and G-pas'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SwMdsskheYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SE2v7XgJ-NE/s72-c/grandparents.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4682281874569972153</id><published>2009-11-15T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:47:48.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMVBR'/><title type='text'>Ricky weighs 19 pounds</title><content type='html'>He's a little large compared to other cats, I'm told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Blanket Pants.  I like to wear blanket pants.  If it was socially appropriate to wear blanket pants in public, I would do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4682281874569972153?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4682281874569972153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4682281874569972153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4682281874569972153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4682281874569972153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/ricky-weighs-19-pounds.html' title='Ricky weighs 19 pounds'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6545330392605410749</id><published>2009-11-14T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:21:12.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handysnacks'/><title type='text'>Soooooo</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I want to blog and then I open up my blog page, but I can't remember what I wanted to write about.  And occasionally, I then look thoughtfully around the room, trying to remember. Perhaps this went on for 2, or 3, or 90 seconds.    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the midst of my innocent thinking...."WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I turn and find Rachel Handysnacks (who you can imagine looking an awful lot like the Evil Stepmother from Cinderella) laughing at me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uhh, I was THINKING."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::laughter from the Evil Stepmother::  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So apparently, I need to NOTIFY Rachel before I start thinking or else she will make fun of me.  Can't a girl just think about what she wants to blog and not be ridiculed?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel, I will forgive you as soon as you do something weird so I can make fun of you back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6545330392605410749?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6545330392605410749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6545330392605410749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6545330392605410749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6545330392605410749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/soooooo.html' title='Soooooo'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-536731260113427636</id><published>2009-11-13T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:25:22.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unemployed life'/><title type='text'>I am pretty good at being unemployed</title><content type='html'>I can really occupy my time.  I am super-entertained by simple things.  For example, imagining Ricky in a pair of pants.  It's very funny.  I could imagine that for like 2 hours.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7082148560330196395-536731260113427636?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/536731260113427636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=536731260113427636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/536731260113427636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/536731260113427636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-pretty-good-at-being-unemployed.html' title='I am pretty good at being unemployed'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-8904647519351343009</id><published>2009-11-11T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:58:03.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a champion'/><title type='text'>Yes.  Yes, this is appropriate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE WON AN AWARD.  Ashley L.T., noted blogger and nationally-acclaimed blog award presenter, has nominated my blog as the best blog she has ever seen in her life, far outweighing her own blogging efforts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HUMBLY ACCEPT THIS AWARD AND ALL OF THE ESTEEM AND GRANDIOSITY THAT COME WITH IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blog AWARD comes with a one-word quiz/survery thing that you're supposed to copy and paste (and answer) and then you're supposed to nominate others for the award and pass it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?  Purse&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair?  Fluffity&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? MomDot&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father?  Two&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food?  CoolRanchDoritos&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night?  Hopping&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink?  Juice&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal?  Hugs&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in?  Living&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby?  Winning&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear?  Needles&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?  NFL&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? BiggestLoser&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you aren't?  SociallyAppropriate&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins?  Meh.&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item?   Loveseat&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? P-Town&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Babysat&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? RayofHopeTShirt&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? Rachel's&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets?  RMVBR&lt;br /&gt;22. Your friends?  Tall&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life?  Schmoodlie&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood?  Sizzling&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone?  Mybrothers&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? SpeedyWheels&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you're not wearing? 3-DGlasses&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store?  Toys'R'Us&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color?  Cerulean&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed?  BabysittingIsaac&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried?  Saturday&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend?  IGotALottaBestFriends&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go over and over?  Facebook&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? BaronMiller&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat?  Grandma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;So there it was.  I am a champion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-8904647519351343009?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8904647519351343009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=8904647519351343009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8904647519351343009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8904647519351343009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-yes-this-is-appropriate.html' title='Yes.  Yes, this is appropriate'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3473266621192433788</id><published>2009-11-11T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:27:09.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes from kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My unemployed life'/><title type='text'>A Sad Time</title><content type='html'>Hello, bloggy friends.  I have been made aware that some of you (the crazier sorts) have been noticing and/or harrassing my family members about the fact that I have not been blogging lately.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the truth is now being revealed.  I did not blog for the past month because it was a Sad Time for this blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quit my job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quit my job at Rebound because it was no longer a healthy place for me to work.  And it was very sad.  I had to make the decision, and it was the right decision, but it was still very sad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the sad things that happened: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the moms cried. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the moms wrote me a card that started with "Thank you for being part of my family." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the little boys said, "Why do you have to leave?  You are the best at Flying Colors."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One little boy, who has never hugged me in his life, gave me the saddest, most unexpected hug.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some funny things that happened: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I announced it to the kids, many of them shouted, "NOOOOOOO!" like they were being attacked.  It was a little dramatic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids had hilarious suggestions for what to do - they asked for a signed picture of me.  Like a head shot.  I am sad to say I didn't get around to signing photos.  Another kid asked if I would "write them letters at least once a month."  Like I was leaving the country. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One little boy wrote me a goodbye card and on the front of it drew a gravestone with the words "RIP NICOLE."  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quite a few of the kids brought me goodbye presents, aka crap from their houses.  I received a pencil cushion, a jingle-bell bracelet, 5 fake ice cubes, a handful of weeds, and a small velvet pouch.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was a sad few weeks for me, but I'm glad to say that I'm back in business.  And I'm even gladder to say that with all my newfound free time, I will be able to blog even more often.  So for all you nicoleissointeresting blog fanatics, I'm back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3473266621192433788?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3473266621192433788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3473266621192433788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3473266621192433788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3473266621192433788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-time.html' title='A Sad Time'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7291887030533242597</id><published>2009-10-16T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:26:36.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Merriment'/><title type='text'>Edited my Halloween Post</title><content type='html'>Dear friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you brilliant minds out there, I have edited the previous post and I hope it is more accurate.  Please double-check for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Raden&lt;br /&gt;Halloween Enthusiast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7291887030533242597?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7291887030533242597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7291887030533242597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7291887030533242597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7291887030533242597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/10/edited-my-halloween-post.html' title='Edited my Halloween Post'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-960111576086160683</id><published>2009-10-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:26:36.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Merriment'/><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes from My Life</title><content type='html'>6 weeks old: Elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages 1,2, &amp;amp; 3: Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages 4 &amp;amp; 5: Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 6: Cowgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 7: Hawaiian Hula Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 8: Japanese woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 9: Betty Rubble (from the Flintstones, my brothers as Barney and Bam-Bam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 10: Seahawks Cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 11: Rag Doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 12: Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 13: Clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 14: Snow White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 15 - 19: Nothing that I can recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 20: Fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 21: Fanta Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 22: Louse (a single lice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 23: Carolyn Hann's Middle School Best Friend, Tiffany (punk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 24: Rachel Handy, Roller Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 25: TBA . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-960111576086160683?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/960111576086160683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=960111576086160683&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/960111576086160683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/960111576086160683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-costumes-from-my-life.html' title='Halloween Costumes from My Life'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7954233479752124131</id><published>2009-10-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:27:00.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes from kids'/><title type='text'>Special Quote</title><content type='html'>FC Child, age 7, chonic liar: "Where did you get your skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I think I got it at Old Navy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC Child: "Oh.  I got a skirt at New Navy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7954233479752124131?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7954233479752124131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7954233479752124131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7954233479752124131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7954233479752124131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/10/special-quote.html' title='Special Quote'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6508728990605670690</id><published>2009-10-06T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:52:57.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Morgan</title><content type='html'>Morgan reminded me that I left out an important additional fainting out experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year of college I woke up in the middle of the night with the flu.  Puked in a punch bowl next to my bed.  Filled the bowl entirely.  I mean all the way to the top.  So I HAD to get up and dump it out in the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I fainted while carrying the bowl.  Of barf.  And spilled the bowl of barf all over the floor in the hallway.  And all over myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Jesus for my roommate Becca Barber.  She woke up and took care of everything.  Because she is a saint.  She carried me into the bathroom, WASHED THE FLOOR, changed my pajamas, got me medicine, and put me to bed.  She then stayed awake and washed the rugs from the hallway and made sure that there was no barf left in between the boards of the super-old hardwood floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually deserves a trophy for doing all of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may have been the worst possible moment to faint.  Well, maybe tied with in the middle of a benefit at the Nightlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6508728990605670690?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6508728990605670690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6508728990605670690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6508728990605670690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6508728990605670690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-morgan.html' title='Thank You, Morgan'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6462661859565403158</id><published>2009-10-05T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:25:56.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><title type='text'>Other Times I Have Fainted</title><content type='html'>1) In fifth grade, I passed out when I jabbed a pencil into my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I laid in the sun on Mothers Day circa 1998 and when I came inside, I sat on a bar stool to eat dinner.  Then I passed out and fell off the bar stool onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I passed out in the hallway of my dorm room 3 times in one night while I was trying to make my way to the bathroom.  (KJW, do you remember that? When I came back into the room I made you take care of me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I fainted when I had a mole removed freshman year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I fainted when I was with my friend Melissa in high school and she was getting her belly button pierced.  The piercer man said I was the first person to pass out who was NOT getting something pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I pass out every time I get a shot. or have blood drawn  This encompasses probably 15-20 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I fainted right before I had my wisdom teeth removed.  When I woke up, I thought they were hanging me from the ceiling and I screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I fainted in junior high when I had food poisoning at my friend Halli's house.  Also, when I fainted I was in the bathroom and I hit my head on the wall AND the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  I passed out the other day at the Nightlight after I got a massage. (See previous post.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.  I knew I've passed out a lot, but it just seems like more than I thought after typing that all out.  Maybe I should start wearing a helmet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I could wear Ricky around my shoulders like a protective neck-wrap and his fat belly would protect my head from falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6462661859565403158?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6462661859565403158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6462661859565403158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6462661859565403158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6462661859565403158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-times-i-have-fainted.html' title='Other Times I Have Fainted'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5398659664866024436</id><published>2009-10-04T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:25:56.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bummer'/><title type='text'>So I Fainted at the Nightlight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday there was a benefit at a bar called the Nightlight. It was a benefit for &lt;a href="http://www.dvsas.org/"&gt;DVSAS&lt;/a&gt;. Very cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The benefit was organized as a "Beauty Bar" which meant that 10 different salons/masseuses/places like that things were there and giving 1 free service to anyone who paid the $10 donation cover fee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun, fun, fun. Right? Wrong. Keep reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolyn, Jodi, and I all chose which service we wanted. I chose massage. We made our appointments for 10:15 and then went to get a drink. I had one Lemon Drop. Not even a shaker, just about 6 oz of a Lemon Drop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was time for our appointments. Lalala, I am paired with this masseuse named Amber and she was really good. It was the type of massage in a chair with a face-holder. Very nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all relaxed and happy, and then I suddenly started to feel weird. My hands got all clammy and I felt heavy. Then I lifted my head and said something to the effect of, "Uhmhmm, I don't feel good." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sslp1EJiPjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/A5L8M94zHWY/s1600-h/_faint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954789493227058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sslp1EJiPjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/A5L8M94zHWY/s400/_faint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blackness. Gone. Fainted. Fell right out of the chair. Onto the floor. In the middle of like 300 people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up right away and they helped move me to a less crowded area. I wanted to keep laying down. A man came who used to be an EMT and he asked me 20 million questions. Luckily, Carolyn was there and could let the people know that no, I did not have alcohol poisoning, I had only had one drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The EMT man asked the masseuse if she had been massaging my neck right before I fainted, which she had been. Apparently there is a "vagus nerve" in necks and if it is pressed on and someone has vasovagal syncope, it can cause fainting. Alcohol and stress could contribute to the likelihood of a fainting episode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home and cried because I was so embarrassed. I also have felt pretty sick ever since that happened, like I usually do after I faint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been fainting and nearly fainting more often lately.... Luckily I'm going to the doctor on Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasovagal"&gt;vasovagal syncope&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5398659664866024436?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5398659664866024436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5398659664866024436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5398659664866024436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5398659664866024436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-fainted-at-nightlight.html' title='So I Fainted at the Nightlight...'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sslp1EJiPjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/A5L8M94zHWY/s72-c/_faint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4433211667216101012</id><published>2009-10-01T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:48:28.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMVBR'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Think I Might Just Put His Tail-less Butt Out on the Street</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was sleeping,  zzz-zzz-zzz, just dreaming nice dreams.  And then, I &lt;strong&gt;burst&lt;/strong&gt; into wakefulness when I received an unpleasant SPLASH IN THE FACE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky the Cat had knocked over a cup of water &lt;strong&gt;ONTO MY FACE&lt;/strong&gt; in the middle of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad.  I'm talking &lt;em&gt;mad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4433211667216101012?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4433211667216101012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4433211667216101012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4433211667216101012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4433211667216101012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-think-i-might-just-put-his.html' title='Sometimes I Think I Might Just Put His Tail-less Butt Out on the Street'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2743411979421835636</id><published>2009-09-29T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:55:19.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Chill Pill, World</title><content type='html'>It's like when take a break from blogging, you all don't know what to do with your online time.  My complaint department has been overwhelmed with angry readers, wanting more, MORE, &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More blog entries!" you cry, "Please write more!  We live and breathe your blog entries and we are all dying off without our daily supply!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax, you freaks," I reply calmly. "I was just watching SYTYCD and cleaning my house.  I'm back now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Ricky the cat misses Rachel Handysnacks and is super annoying about it.  He stares at me all the time.  ALL THE TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, come back from Philadelphia.  Philly is silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2743411979421835636?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2743411979421835636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2743411979421835636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2743411979421835636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2743411979421835636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-chill-pill-world.html' title='Take a Chill Pill, World'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1855408490143440854</id><published>2009-09-14T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:30:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes......... I think I even did this one when I was in like 8th grade.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU SNORE?:&lt;/strong&gt; No. Okay, maybe sometimes. Only when I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVER OR A FIGHTER?:&lt;/strong&gt; Christina Aguilera's FIGHTER, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?:&lt;/strong&gt; Needles. Losing Snowy. Having a never-ending stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO BUILDER?:&lt;/strong&gt; Only at my Grandma Jobe's house because she had 50 million legoes and it was impossible not to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY TV"?:&lt;/strong&gt; It is awesome if it is in the form of The Biggest Loser, SYTYCD, or SuperNanny. I also think that it is awesome if it is my mom and dad on Trading Spaces. I think it is very, very dumb if it is in the form of "Tila Tequila's Chance at Love" or whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course. I need to find a picture so you can all ogle over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is this survey assuming I am single? It was not listed under "Surveys forLoser Singles." I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; have a boyfriend. That being said, my single life is PHENOMENAL. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?:&lt;/strong&gt; I do not shower silently ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?:&lt;/strong&gt; One time I did this thing in Las Vegas where I was all strapped into this harness thing and they raised me and my brother and Tyler Zaichkin very, very high in the air and dropped us and we screamed. That is similar to bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANY SECRET TALENTS?:&lt;/strong&gt; If I told you what they were, they wouldn't be &lt;em&gt;secret&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?:&lt;/strong&gt; Disneyland. Or DisneyWorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EATEN SUSHI?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Kelly made me eat it before. I didn't love it, but I could eat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. When I forgot my clarinet everyday for a whole week in junior high, I was so bored during Band Class that I taught myself to say the alphabet backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?:&lt;/strong&gt; Amoxicillan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU":&lt;/strong&gt; 2 hours ago when Kyle Facebook chatted me something mean. That is how I respond when he says inappropriate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?:&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely. If I stopped believing in Santa, I wouldn't get a Santa gift every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?:&lt;/strong&gt; Buying books. Cool Ranch Doritos. SYTYCD. Farmville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?:&lt;/strong&gt; Crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?:&lt;/strong&gt; No. I always almost die and no one calls the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?:&lt;/strong&gt; Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:&lt;/strong&gt; Last week when I was driving home from Puyallup, after driving home from Montana. Do you even know why I cried? Because I am a dork. I was crying because I had so much fun with my family and I was overwhelmed by how much I love them and how lucky I am to have such a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, half way on the following instruments: Piano, violin, clarinet, spoons. I own a guitar but Ron refuses to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS A DOG A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?:&lt;/strong&gt; No. Obese, tail-less cats are a man's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?:&lt;/strong&gt; Ravioli with pesto and cherry tomatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, friends. A survey of Nicole, straight out of the years when surveys were cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1855408490143440854?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1855408490143440854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1855408490143440854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1855408490143440854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1855408490143440854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-think-i-even-did-this-one-when-i.html' title='Yes......... I think I even did this one when I was in like 8th grade.....'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-755314600343995023</id><published>2009-09-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:57:39.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I was Interviewed</title><content type='html'>I like being interviewed. I just like when people ask me questions.  Sometimes when I'm grumpy I have Carolyn ask me questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think that's weird.  So what?  YOU'RE WEIRD.  I'm just more open about my weirdness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interviewed for &lt;a href="http://reboundwc.org/"&gt;Rebound &lt;/a&gt;for a promo video.  I said some awesome stuff.  I bet people will write $100,000 checks after they hear me talk about FC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know what I always secretly liked?  Those stupid surveys that people sent around in high school that asked like 200 questions.  Everyone hated them but I liked it when I got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can find one and then I'll post it for all of you to scour over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-755314600343995023?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/755314600343995023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=755314600343995023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/755314600343995023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/755314600343995023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-i-was-interviewed.html' title='Today I was Interviewed'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-8636309220349923433</id><published>2009-09-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:25:59.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Footage of the Oprah Dance Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T22VEBznFVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T22VEBznFVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the girl in the front that was dancing by herself at the beginning.  THIS IS THE MOST AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-8636309220349923433?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8636309220349923433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=8636309220349923433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8636309220349923433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8636309220349923433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-footage-of-oprah-dance-party.html' title='The Real Footage of the Oprah Dance Party'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-955330605892303919</id><published>2009-09-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:30:22.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new best friend.  Her name is Eloise Miller.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sqx1KIuvU6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/u0A5Ycg4VUs/s1600-h/Nicole+and+Eloise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380804471803564962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sqx1KIuvU6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/u0A5Ycg4VUs/s400/Nicole+and+Eloise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380803310253961938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sqx0Ghnu8tI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bUFT8QeGDrw/s400/Eloise+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she is - 2 hours old. She kept sticking her tongue out at me. It was a funny joke between the two of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-955330605892303919?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/955330605892303919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=955330605892303919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/955330605892303919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/955330605892303919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-new-best-friend-her-name-is.html' title='I have a new best friend.  Her name is Eloise Miller.'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sqx1KIuvU6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/u0A5Ycg4VUs/s72-c/Nicole+and+Eloise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2770749233044263280</id><published>2009-09-12T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:05:15.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2770749233044263280?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2770749233044263280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2770749233044263280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2770749233044263280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2770749233044263280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5759407776464505483</id><published>2009-09-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:24:10.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handysnacks'/><title type='text'>And Then Rachel and I Got Up And Danced</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through the channels and I stumbled upon THIS.  (Note: This is just a personal video from some person, not the actual footage from the television.) (Also note: You can't understand how surprised Rachel and I were.) (Third note: the real footage is SO AWESOME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnJ49hv5Rho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnJ49hv5Rho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5759407776464505483?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5759407776464505483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5759407776464505483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5759407776464505483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5759407776464505483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-then-rachel-and-i-got-up-and-danced.html' title='And Then Rachel and I Got Up And Danced'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6856861701206986487</id><published>2009-09-10T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:00:00.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>I am starting to accept that it's autumn.  Mostly this is because there is the pumpkin spice latte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, only 4 months until Christmas! &lt;strong&gt; I LOVE CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6856861701206986487?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6856861701206986487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6856861701206986487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6856861701206986487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6856861701206986487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-381074787188865491</id><published>2009-09-08T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:54:41.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school for Bellingham, and therefore the first day of school for Flying Colors Afterschool Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we survived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too tired to give details so I will give a picture of some dogs in costumes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037584526161714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sqm7ra_utzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/vKQ36A0JV5g/s400/Spirit_Paws_-_l-379x379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037592352121234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sqm7r4JlYZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GyE24oxpPt4/s400/dogweirdcostume05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-381074787188865491?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/381074787188865491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=381074787188865491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/381074787188865491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/381074787188865491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sqm7ra_utzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/vKQ36A0JV5g/s72-c/Spirit_Paws_-_l-379x379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-917556823212121769</id><published>2009-09-02T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:24:10.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handysnacks'/><title type='text'>A Terrible Occurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Something terrible occurred in our home. I could not find a picture online that accurately represented what happened to me and Rachel this evening. So I had to draw one myself. Here it is:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377119697085031618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sp9d4BOCZMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/dPFu7iheetc/s400/spidertime.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;em&gt;spider monster&lt;/em&gt; crawled into our living room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-917556823212121769?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/917556823212121769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=917556823212121769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/917556823212121769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/917556823212121769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/terrible-occurance.html' title='A Terrible Occurance'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sp9d4BOCZMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/dPFu7iheetc/s72-c/spidertime.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5992062059229311865</id><published>2009-08-31T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:24:10.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handysnacks'/><title type='text'>Not a Single Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SpypS3otVHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oKI7YrTQwcg/s1600-h/14_elephant_ballerina_dancing_with_a_flower.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376358196810962034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SpypS3otVHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oKI7YrTQwcg/s200/14_elephant_ballerina_dancing_with_a_flower.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream last night that I performed in the Ray of Hope Talent show and NO ONE CLAPPED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was super embarrassed when I woke up.  Also, I was mad at Rachel because she was the one who suggested that I do the solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5992062059229311865?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5992062059229311865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5992062059229311865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5992062059229311865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5992062059229311865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-single-person.html' title='Not a Single Person'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SpypS3otVHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oKI7YrTQwcg/s72-c/14_elephant_ballerina_dancing_with_a_flower.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2344066878288261012</id><published>2009-08-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:25:53.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the best TV Show ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3ShNgZmLd0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3ShNgZmLd0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2344066878288261012?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2344066878288261012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2344066878288261012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2344066878288261012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2344066878288261012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-best-tv-show-ever.html' title='Oh, the best TV Show ever.'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5085556983592208526</id><published>2009-08-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:05:43.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning and Living</title><content type='html'>Here are some facts, followed by a conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was Rachel's first day of school.  She is at this very moment working on her school work.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am jealous of her school work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lately, I have been going to the library and checking out books on subjects like "behavior management" and "common syndromes in children" and "how to energize your employees."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;: I want to go back to school.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where should I go?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5085556983592208526?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5085556983592208526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5085556983592208526&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5085556983592208526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5085556983592208526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/learning-and-living.html' title='Learning and Living'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7438912020593782712</id><published>2009-08-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:07:05.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Visual Treat for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SpYieHzFqUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SODd0xYRQNE/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374521106198014274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SpYieHzFqUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SODd0xYRQNE/s320/YearbookYourself_1990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7438912020593782712?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7438912020593782712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7438912020593782712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7438912020593782712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7438912020593782712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-visual-treat-for-you.html' title='Another Visual Treat for You'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SpYieHzFqUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SODd0xYRQNE/s72-c/YearbookYourself_1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5704444344790950243</id><published>2009-08-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:20:49.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO IS GOING TO THE SYTYCD SHOW ON NOVEMBER 21ST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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Unfortunately, they can only be purchased in a multi-pack of 10 granola bars, only 2 of which are my favorite kind.  So I have to buy these big packs just to get 2 of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Granola Bar:&lt;/strong&gt; "Food Club" Chewy Apple Berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an off-brand generic that has no web site (I just checked) so I can't provide a picture.  However, it is the most delicious granola bar ever made.  They used to sell them in boxes of just 10 Apple Berries (glorious day!) but then they stopped inexplicably a few years ago.  Until today when I was at Fred Meyer and I saw the Multi-Packs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to arrange a 80%-20% payment agreement for these granola bars with me, that would be great.  You pay 80% and get the rest of the bars, and I pay my 20 percent for my 2 bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it should be more like 85-15, because it was my smart idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you're interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3463685631587704961?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3463685631587704961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3463685631587704961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3463685631587704961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3463685631587704961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7903355851005627472</id><published>2009-08-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:50:50.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Flying Colors Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a little Ray of Hope camper named Justin. Justin started coming to camp 2 summers ago when he was 7. He and his 3 siblings had recently been removed from an abusive home and moved in with their aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin also participates in Flying Colors (which is the program that I help run) which is held after camp is over every day from 3 - 5:30. When his aunt enrolled the kids in the program a few years ago, she pulled me aside and explained to me about Justin's extreme academic and school anxiety. He had some undiagnosed learning challenges that have kept him behind in school and he had developed a pervasive fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first year we had him in Flying Colors, he refused to even enter the "classroom" area because it reminded him of school. He would get sweaty and jittery. We worked with him and he was able to complete some assignments sitting in the hallway, but never really joined the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Justin was doing better emotionally and so he progressed to being able to at least sit in with the class. He was very anxious about doing any school work but we paired him with a volunteer to help him one-on-one and that seemed to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each kid had to set a goal for their multiplication "timings" (where they get 5 minutes to complete a page of 100 multiplication problems). Unfortunately, even though Justin is entering the 4th grade in the fall, he didn't know any of his multiplication tables. His volunteer partner and his teacher and him all worked together to decide that his goal would be to learn his 2's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the summer, Justin couldn't even complete 1/2 of the worksheet with 50% accuracy. Daily he would get discouraged, and daily we would point out where he had improved, how he was working so hard and that we were proud of him. Slowly, he began to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Justin anxiously came up to his teacher and said, "I'll never finish the whole page. There's too many." She told him, "I bet you'll do better than you think you will. Just go a tiny bit faster than you did yesterday, and see what happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's volunteer partner sat across from him and gave him a last minute encouragement before the timer began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 minutes, 38 seconds, Justin's hand shot in the air because he had finished his entire page. His volunteer buddy and him pumped their fists in the air and celebrated. When the timer went off, Justin ran to his sister and said, "I did it! I finished the page! And it was 2's!" They hugged and I rushed and got my camera and took his picture with his completed worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a child so proud of himself. The whole class celebrated with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Miss Alyssa corrected his work, she verified that he had completed the page with 100% accuracy. He was the first kid at Flying Colors to reach his goal this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369500967365188610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SoRMrlTrHAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/woAyc1g3hnQ/s200/a-grade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"I'm not held back by what I can't do.  I'm held back by what I think I can't do."  - Jim Fay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7903355851005627472?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7903355851005627472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7903355851005627472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7903355851005627472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7903355851005627472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/special-flying-colors-story.html' title='A Special Flying Colors Story'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SoRMrlTrHAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/woAyc1g3hnQ/s72-c/a-grade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-196440530343253417</id><published>2009-08-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:35:55.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bug Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SoMLNsxAqzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hM9R-Ah_9g8/s1600-h/July+2008+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147510738692914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SoMLNsxAqzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hM9R-Ah_9g8/s400/July+2008+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the ultimate bug bite this weekend.  Actually, it was a normal bug bite that swelled into the ultimate bug bite.  On my forehead.  The above picture is my bug bite and a special sneaky Zach in the background.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the evening, it had swelled into a tumor-like bubble that stretched from my temple to my eyebrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I'd share this with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-196440530343253417?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/196440530343253417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=196440530343253417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/196440530343253417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/196440530343253417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/bug-bite.html' title='The Bug Bite'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SoMLNsxAqzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hM9R-Ah_9g8/s72-c/July+2008+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7200000220317856617</id><published>2009-08-11T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:11:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep falling on my head</title><content type='html'>My ceiling is leaking! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368708319940830082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SoF7xbjB44I/AAAAAAAAAXE/kndiTDveKrY/s320/vJOkTpsY8olu412w3gXjGQ54o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That only happens in children's story books. But it is happening to me. I woke up to a mysterious drip, drip, drip DRIP DRIP DRIP sound and it took me at least 30 seconds to figure out what it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my ceiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7200000220317856617?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7200000220317856617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7200000220317856617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7200000220317856617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7200000220317856617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops keep falling on my head'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SoF7xbjB44I/AAAAAAAAAXE/kndiTDveKrY/s72-c/vJOkTpsY8olu412w3gXjGQ54o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1577410285147350029</id><published>2009-08-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:58:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did When I Won the Lottery Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Just kidding.  I didn't win the lottery.  But that would be cool if I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I watched &lt;em&gt;Meet the Robinsons&lt;/em&gt; the other day and I thought it was very adorable.  I give it 5 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1577410285147350029?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1577410285147350029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1577410285147350029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1577410285147350029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1577410285147350029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-did-when-i-won-lottery-yesterday.html' title='What I Did When I Won the Lottery Yesterday'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5705689169095967074</id><published>2009-08-01T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:05:55.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspberry Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SnT0S2B-4HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GkV_JsrRWuA/s1600-h/raspberry-1600%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SnT0S2B-4HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GkV_JsrRWuA/s200/raspberry-1600%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365181660683755634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I rescued 3 lbs of raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.boxxberryfarm.com/go/site/2079/"&gt;Boxx Berry Farms&lt;/a&gt; with Carolyn and Rachel and we intended on just getting blueberries.  Other people had told us that the raspberries were "piddling out" and they were probably "gone" by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the Boxx Berry Farm-ers asked us if we wanted to pick raspberries or blueberries, indicating that there were some raspberries left.  Since they are my favorite, we went to the raspberry bushes, not expecting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were MILLIONS OF RASPBERRIES!  And they were so beautiful!  And they wanted to be picked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if no one ever came to pick those berries?  And then they just died because no one picked them?  And they never fulfilled their Raspberry Destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we picked them.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saved &lt;/span&gt;them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5705689169095967074?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5705689169095967074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5705689169095967074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5705689169095967074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5705689169095967074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/08/raspberry-rescue.html' title='Raspberry Rescue'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SnT0S2B-4HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GkV_JsrRWuA/s72-c/raspberry-1600%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1230397837322230078</id><published>2009-07-31T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:54:46.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the baby I stole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SnOgHLsXYZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pDA8Y9XKXJM/s1600-h/loaandnicole"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364807626386792850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SnOgHLsXYZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pDA8Y9XKXJM/s320/loaandnicole" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her name is Loa and I have stolen her from her parents. They don't know yet.  Don't tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1230397837322230078?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1230397837322230078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1230397837322230078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1230397837322230078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1230397837322230078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-and-baby-i-stole.html' title='Me and the baby I stole'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SnOgHLsXYZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pDA8Y9XKXJM/s72-c/loaandnicole' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-8293408585468835855</id><published>2009-07-26T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:00:08.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a dog on a floaty boat on the lake. He was silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-8293408585468835855?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8293408585468835855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=8293408585468835855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8293408585468835855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/8293408585468835855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-dog-on-floaty-boat-on-lake.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6678195337656774604</id><published>2009-07-25T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:09:12.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Nicole's Flip Flops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmwAVPYVWUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FC4sLzYra44/s1600-h/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362661621197265218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmwAVPYVWUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FC4sLzYra44/s200/sunshine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMER WEEKDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30 Wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 Workout with Cristina in her garage. We are doing P90X (as mentioned in an &lt;a href="http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-has-happened-in-past-8-days.html"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt;). It is insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 End workout, drive home, eat breakfast, shower, put on flip flops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:00 On Tuesdays, I have a staff meeting for &lt;a href="http://www.rooseveltcc.org/"&gt;RCC&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.seekingtruth.org/"&gt;Cameron &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://ronpai2.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ron &lt;/a&gt;both bring their babies, so I mostly just play with the babies and try to ignore Baron. On the other days, I either run errands or do RCC work during this morning time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:00 I eat lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:30 I head to Flying Colors and set up for the day. &lt;a href="http://reboundwc.org/index.php?page=about_us"&gt;I really like my job&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:00 The crazy children arrive. I greet them on the bus and shuffle them into the right classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:01 - 5:30 Attend to kids that need to be attened to at Flying Colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30 - 6:00 Debrief day with staff and clean up, lock up site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evenings: On Wednesdays, I have BSB (Bible Study with my friends). On Thursdays, there is &lt;a href="http://reboundwc.org/index.php?page=programs&amp;amp;subpage=ray_of_hope"&gt;Ray of Hope&lt;/a&gt;/Flying Colors Staff Dinner. Also, there is SYTYCD on both of those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my spare time, I like to read, wear skirts, eat Doritos, play fetch with my cat, and pester my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6678195337656774604?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6678195337656774604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6678195337656774604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6678195337656774604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6678195337656774604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-nicoles-flip-flops.html' title='A Day in Nicole&apos;s Flip Flops'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmwAVPYVWUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FC4sLzYra44/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1541070864210223763</id><published>2009-07-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:45:43.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complaint Department</title><content type='html'>The Complaint Department here at the Nicoleissointeresting Blog Site has received it's first compliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complainer&lt;/strong&gt;:  Margaret M. Johnson (aka Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complaint&lt;/strong&gt;: Nicole has not been updating about &lt;em&gt;what's going on&lt;/em&gt; in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outcome&lt;/strong&gt;: A few blog entries to follow will resolve this issue.  Possible titles include &lt;em&gt;A Day in Nicole's Flip Flops, Weird People Nicole Sees Every Day, The Ridiculous Things Kids Do at Nicole's Workplace, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;What Nicole Did When She Won the Lottery Yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1541070864210223763?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1541070864210223763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1541070864210223763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1541070864210223763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1541070864210223763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/complaint-department.html' title='The Complaint Department'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7100685734017466398</id><published>2009-07-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:07:53.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle John Teaches Me About Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmYR8CAs7SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/55T-4e2xQM0/s1600-h/blue_basketball_athletic_sock_cushion_sole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360992129460792610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmYR8CAs7SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/55T-4e2xQM0/s200/blue_basketball_athletic_sock_cushion_sole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read humorous trivia books at night before I fall asleep because they are light and fun. &lt;em&gt;Uncle John's Bathroom Readers&lt;/em&gt; are some of my favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last night I learned that 95% of people put on their left sock first. I have never thought about this before. But I put on my right sock first! I am in the 5% minority. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to observe the putting on of socks today and test their stats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7100685734017466398?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7100685734017466398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7100685734017466398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7100685734017466398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7100685734017466398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncle-john-teaches-me-about-socks.html' title='Uncle John Teaches Me About Socks'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmYR8CAs7SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/55T-4e2xQM0/s72-c/blue_basketball_athletic_sock_cushion_sole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-1945440024791444006</id><published>2009-07-19T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:46:27.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Colbert, will you be my friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmP1_azbYNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WakNlr4yqJ4/s1600-h/colbert-bears-threatdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360398451376611538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmP1_azbYNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WakNlr4yqJ4/s400/colbert-bears-threatdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/home"&gt;Stephen Colbert &lt;/a&gt;is funny. I would like him to come to my house and make me and my friends laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-1945440024791444006?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1945440024791444006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=1945440024791444006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1945440024791444006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/1945440024791444006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/stephen-colbert-will-you-be-my-friend.html' title='Stephen Colbert, will you be my friend?'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmP1_azbYNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WakNlr4yqJ4/s72-c/colbert-bears-threatdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4574204400963077073</id><published>2009-07-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:06:52.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite websites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/graphjam.com"&gt;Graph Jam&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIc2gHrhlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vCMo6DzXwSo/s1600-h/graphjam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359878229184972370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIc2gHrhlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vCMo6DzXwSo/s400/graphjam.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/cuteoverload.com"&gt;Cuteoverload&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXv8PZcDI/AAAAAAAAAWM/3F6UaIL20J0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359872618916311090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXv8PZcDI/AAAAAAAAAWM/3F6UaIL20J0/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/awkwardfamilyphotos.com"&gt;Awkward Family Photos&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXvvJbiKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UYscXqE2oYA/s1600-h/family_easter_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359872615401621666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXvvJbiKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UYscXqE2oYA/s320/family_easter_2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/failblog.org"&gt;Failblog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXvSudDyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xBDA02H4USc/s1600-h/failblog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359872607772282658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXvSudDyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xBDA02H4USc/s320/failblog.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXvOcyEmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2SIUgpQ7rng/s1600-h/dancing-goats-cute-funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359872606624420450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIXvOcyEmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2SIUgpQ7rng/s320/dancing-goats-cute-funny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7082148560330196395-4574204400963077073?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4574204400963077073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4574204400963077073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4574204400963077073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4574204400963077073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-websites.html' title='My favorite websites'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SmIc2gHrhlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vCMo6DzXwSo/s72-c/graphjam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5202060158583317468</id><published>2009-07-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:30:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Writhing of my Insides</title><content type='html'>Today, at Flying Colors, I was OVERCOME with stomach pain. Here is an accurate photograph of me during that time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359265749200761506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sl_vzeYHcqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jHIp6I4v_ps/s400/0014_stomachache.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have deduced the experience to "food poisoning" and I blame BGO.  I feel better now after ridding my body of most of what was inside it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid BGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5202060158583317468?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5202060158583317468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5202060158583317468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5202060158583317468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5202060158583317468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/writhing-of-my-insides.html' title='A Writhing of my Insides'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/Sl_vzeYHcqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jHIp6I4v_ps/s72-c/0014_stomachache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4503211968668635363</id><published>2009-07-16T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:07:19.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HP fans and phones</title><content type='html'>Just in case you don't also read Lynn's blog, I am providing &lt;a href="http://lynnb1984.blogspot.com/2009/07/texts-from-today.html"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;for your reading pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4503211968668635363?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4503211968668635363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4503211968668635363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4503211968668635363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4503211968668635363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/hp-fans-and-phones.html' title='HP fans and phones'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-673245215911958219</id><published>2009-07-14T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:39:04.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Story by Nicole Raden</title><content type='html'>Once upon a yesterday I was driving to Ray of Hope summer camp to visit my friends. Ray of Hope summer camp is being held at Nooksack Elementary School. I did not know my way there but I got directions. To find my way home, I thought I would reverse the directions. Easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358400971675147522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlzdSzDOHQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/OU0nK83bqHI/s400/bld136037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was mad. Irate, even. Some might say I was fuming. I was so incrediby mad that after work that day, I went to Costco and bought a GPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358400982577256594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlzdTbqfGJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pkaU7xhKX-o/s400/garmin-265wt-gps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I will never be lost again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358400975270088754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlzdTAcUkDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jJtD5OfkTbU/s400/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-673245215911958219?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/673245215911958219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=673245215911958219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/673245215911958219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/673245215911958219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-story-by-nicole-raden.html' title='A Short Story by Nicole Raden'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlzdSzDOHQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/OU0nK83bqHI/s72-c/bld136037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-6944673238482060035</id><published>2009-07-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:42:37.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Bun.... Oh My Gosh, I Want One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlrJPt5CmDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A-8VTVYHbn8/s1600-h/tiny+bun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357815978564687922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlrJPt5CmDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A-8VTVYHbn8/s400/tiny+bun.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-6944673238482060035?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6944673238482060035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=6944673238482060035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6944673238482060035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/6944673238482060035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/tiny-bun-oh-my-gosh-i-want-one.html' title='Tiny Bun.... Oh My Gosh, I Want One...'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlrJPt5CmDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A-8VTVYHbn8/s72-c/tiny+bun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-7377350151646392909</id><published>2009-07-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:49:33.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HP Town</title><content type='html'>Is where I am living right now.  We have rented all the movies and are watching them in succession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Harry Potter actually cool?  Or is he sup nerdy and we all just think it's cool because we're nerds, too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undecided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-7377350151646392909?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7377350151646392909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=7377350151646392909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7377350151646392909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/7377350151646392909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/hp-town.html' title='HP Town'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-5516933098241976646</id><published>2009-07-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:26:20.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>I learned last night from one of my books that 4% of people never laugh at work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357270382429847010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SljZB15zveI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8nH2RlQwVNU/s400/0000000000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't say, but I wonder - Where do you think they work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-5516933098241976646?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5516933098241976646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=5516933098241976646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5516933098241976646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/5516933098241976646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SljZB15zveI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8nH2RlQwVNU/s72-c/0000000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-9185347660177966516</id><published>2009-07-09T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:24:34.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant worm</title><content type='html'>Today I saw* a giant worm. Giant. GUINNESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS SIZE GIANT. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'd like it to be known that when I typed this out, I accidently typed the word 'saw' backwards, so it said 'was.' I almost published "Today I was a giant worm." That would have been funny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543242905332722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlZDswFkK_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/H-vT13uUKUo/s400/comic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-9185347660177966516?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/9185347660177966516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=9185347660177966516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/9185347660177966516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/9185347660177966516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/giant-worm.html' title='Giant worm'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlZDswFkK_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/H-vT13uUKUo/s72-c/comic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4631890025084814771</id><published>2009-07-09T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:15:44.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phrases</title><content type='html'>My friends and I are trying to implement a new alternative to swearing. Inspired by my roommate Rachel, we have come up with the following exclamation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the Rach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to use this as often as you would like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4631890025084814771?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4631890025084814771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4631890025084814771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4631890025084814771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4631890025084814771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/phrases.html' title='phrases'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-4515051232586158573</id><published>2009-07-07T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:53:25.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlQYLBM78hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2dI3KKT0mng/s1600-h/rickeaster"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355932434430685714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlQYLBM78hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2dI3KKT0mng/s400/rickeaster" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For real Rachel made Ricky a facebook page. You can find him under Ricky Martin VanBuren Raden (note VanBuren is one word). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-4515051232586158573?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4515051232586158573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=4515051232586158573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4515051232586158573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/4515051232586158573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-real.html' title='For real.'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SlQYLBM78hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2dI3KKT0mng/s72-c/rickeaster' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-3902324751841034114</id><published>2009-07-02T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:20:08.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Also...</title><content type='html'>last week Sharon (my boss) went into the Rebound office and saw a full grown man squatting outside the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is outside the back door of &lt;em&gt;our office&lt;/em&gt;.  In public.  Pants around the ankles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon went around front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-3902324751841034114?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3902324751841034114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=3902324751841034114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3902324751841034114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/3902324751841034114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/07/also.html' title='Also...'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082148560330196395.post-2647886671118967987</id><published>2009-06-24T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:29:47.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Shake, Shake Shake, A-Shake It</title><content type='html'>Today I saw a special man when I was behind Rebound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing white-washed jeans and a GECKO blue and yellow t-shirt.  He was walking by himself a little ways away from me with his arms awkwardly out to his side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he shimmied.  Full-on shimmied.  Bent over forward and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082148560330196395-2647886671118967987?l=nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2647886671118967987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082148560330196395&amp;postID=2647886671118967987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2647886671118967987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082148560330196395/posts/default/2647886671118967987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleissointeresting.blogspot.com/2009/06/shake-shake-shake-shake-shake-it.html' title='Shake Shake, Shake Shake, A-Shake It'/><author><name>Nicole Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12817803641772657612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RURLuAFmiws/SMabIHpEhaI/AAAAAAAAABw/fDjFKLvBXaU/S220/ROH%231+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
