<?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-5732644</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:56:07.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A World Around Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Some venting, ranting, and mindless rambling from one girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>454</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115756456253623886</id><published>2006-09-06T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:42:42.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ToothbrushYep, it appears I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel with this blog. I won't even try to convince you that I actually have things I could be doing now instead of sitting here writing about my toothbrush, but I get the feeling that you won't believe me so I'll let it go.I own one of the most expensive types of toothbrushes you can buy. It's a Sonicare and they run over $100 unless you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115756456253623886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115756456253623886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115756456253623886' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115722589298003127</id><published>2006-09-02T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:38:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Priceless1. Busch beer in cans is not cool. Any beer in cans is not cool. 2. Finding out that the very thing you were obsessing and worrying about for months is nothing to obsess and worry about is a GREAT feeling.3. Communicating with someone you have not spoken to in a while is refreshing and rejuvenating.4. Not being depressed for the first time in a long time feels awesome.5. Having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115722589298003127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115722589298003127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115722589298003127' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115713292013593360</id><published>2006-09-01T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:48:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Shit    It's a holiday weekend and dh decided to tell me he plans on bring home some "frothy beverages" for our enjoyment for tonight.    See, the issue is that I decided to give up alcohol for three weeks. Since I'm a weekend lush, I figured a break would do me good.    That started when one of my best friends who is also a daddy told me that he hasn't picked up a drink in close to a month </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115713292013593360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115713292013593360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115713292013593360' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115705140065941041</id><published>2006-08-31T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:15:24.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I Should Have Said Part One This will probably make absolutely NO sense to you but that's fine. The point of this entry is to get these type of things off my chest in some way. I figured making it into a blog entry is healthier than saying these things outloud to myself...I'm sure my neighbors already think I'm crazy without my talking to myself...1. To the bitch at that salon who waxed my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115705140065941041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115705140065941041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115705140065941041' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115575218650239250</id><published>2006-08-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:16:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No More Crabs For This Bitch!It appears I have obtained a new allergy! I seem to be allergic to crab meat. Let me explain:A couple of weeks ago, husband bought us two dozen crabs which he cleaned and prepared for us...yummmmmmm. I am a huge shell fish fan so I was in heaven smelling those things cooking.I sit down to my feast and all is well.The next morning I wake up and my lips are very puffy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115575218650239250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115575218650239250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115575218650239250' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115506348303433193</id><published>2006-08-08T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:58:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I See You Through ONE Eye....Yep...I'm CoolI had a dream this morning that I was in the bathroom trying to put my left contact lense in my eye....I kept having major difficulty and I finally realized it was because that contact was the size of my hand!!! That didn't stop me from trying though. So what seemed like a long time in dream-world, I kept trying to fit a VERY impossibly, large, contact </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115506348303433193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115506348303433193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115506348303433193' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115492191943020336</id><published>2006-08-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:38:39.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Light At The End Of My TunnelThings are looking up! After all the dark there is finally light at the end of this tunnel.Work is getting better so far. Was just offered a position that I think I'll enjoy. With the holiday season on it's way for retailers (usually starts around Sept/Oct), there should be more available hours for me to work too.And things with all of my friends are smooth for now as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115492191943020336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115492191943020336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115492191943020336' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115479419728837237</id><published>2006-08-05T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:09:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115479419728837237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115479419728837237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115479419728837237' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115440018246595797</id><published>2006-07-31T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:43:42.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's probably no surprise to people when I tell them that I suffer from depression. It is something that I've had my whole life but it becomes serious just rarely depending on what is happening in my life. Without going into too many details, I will say that there are some financial issues, some friendship drama, and I just found out that my mom is battling breast cancer (luckily though, they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115440018246595797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115440018246595797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115440018246595797' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115419115682514211</id><published>2006-07-29T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:39:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MemoriesTaking a Myspace quiz about college really stirred up some old feelings from my first year in college. I really miss those old days and wish I would've taken classes more seriously and partied harder. I didn't get "wild" till recently and dammit, I would be rockin' those house parties if I was young and single now. Oh well, at least I can fondly think back on all the "trouble" I got into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115419115682514211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115419115682514211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115419115682514211' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115394854344863896</id><published>2006-07-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:15:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just StuffIt's summer and I need to get my ass out of the house during the day more often. Whether I take a walk down the bike trail nearby or just sit outside with a good book and some sunscreen, I need to get out there and enjoy the weather. Being in my house all day is just causing me to be moody and easily annoyed. Work is still teetering. Due to a technical glitch with posting hours many of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115394854344863896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115394854344863896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115394854344863896' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115349615940591259</id><published>2006-07-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:35:59.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Money and Friday!So far today has started out okay. Even though I barely have any hours for work next week so that requires me to supplement my income with my back-up client taking calls at night, my husband is forced to work TONS of overtime this weekend and next week to make up for the power outage at his job for the past two days. This is all good news because that mean we should be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115349615940591259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115349615940591259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115349615940591259' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115343445492289168</id><published>2006-07-20T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:27:35.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TSOSo as some of you know, I am an avid player of The Sims Online (TSO), and as even fewer of you know, I was totally addicted to that game for the past 9 months or so. It doesn't help that I work from home and play from home. Access to TSO is literally just a key stroke or so away from me most days. Well this whole week, I've decided to "ween" myself off the game a bit since it was causing me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115343445492289168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115343445492289168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115343445492289168' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115333350256195206</id><published>2006-07-19T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:25:02.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORK Part TwoThings are looking up for me to stay home for a while longer. I've decided to stick it out and hope for the best because I REALLY love this at-home job and I realize it is very rare to be able to do this position. So if the other company calls me for an interview, I will have to turn them down. It helps that the company I applied for hires a lot so I can always catch the next wave if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115333350256195206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115333350256195206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115333350256195206' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115316160279534873</id><published>2006-07-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:40:02.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WorkWell things in paradise are coming to an end for my work from home venture. Seems my client is cutting back supervisors (me), hours, and pay. If I am one of the lucky supervisors to keep my job, I will be getting less pay and less hours. Because of this, I have applied for positions at my husband's job. Pay is GREAT, hours are steady, and job is decent. Actually, husband says he loves where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115316160279534873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115316160279534873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115316160279534873' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115213463001301458</id><published>2006-07-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:23:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today have been a pretty emotional draining day due to some friend issues. But also, I got little sleep last night and I'm working 10 hrs today. Thank GOD I have tomorrow off from work. I plan to curl up and read the book that I'm in the middle of, watch a good movie, and have fun online. I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight!*The blog image was removed and I don't know why but I will find another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115213463001301458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115213463001301458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115213463001301458' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115213440833287247</id><published>2006-07-05T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:20:08.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tiiiired!Well it appears the image I had has been removed from everyone's blog who is using this template. No idea why, but I will find a replacement soon.Today have been a pretty emotional draining day due to some friend issues. But also, I got little sleep last night and I'm working 10 hrs today. Thank GOD I have tomorrow off from work. I plan to curl up and read the book that I'm in the middle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115213440833287247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115213440833287247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115213440833287247' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115197525680462830</id><published>2006-07-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:07:36.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Productive!Well, today was pretty productive in Sim world and for my work. As for the house cleaning...well...I'm one day behind. But I plan to take care of that tomorrow since I have off from work.Having a few brewskies and chillin' for the rest of the nite...niiiice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115197525680462830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115197525680462830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115197525680462830' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-115184800352939402</id><published>2006-07-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T06:46:43.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm Back Yo!It's been forever and a week since I've posted here. I've been posting my blogs on Myspace but I neglected this one. Lots have happened but nothing major so I won't overwhelm you with all of it in this entry.One piece of news is that my parents are visiting me for a week in a couple of weeks. It's surreal. I mean, usually I would have planned out our iteneriry by now but I have yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115184800352939402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/115184800352939402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115184800352939402' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-114399614767054068</id><published>2006-04-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T09:42:27.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MYSPACE!!Yes Beatty, it seems I have been spending more time there than here. I keep finding long lost friends over there. As a matter of fact, I found ANOTHER friend there last night! I am having a blast. But I feel bad neglecting this blog too since I know many of you don't know my Myspace addy.I'm gonna try to write in here more often though.Today is okay so far. Husband broke the coffee maker</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114399614767054068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114399614767054068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114399614767054068' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-114358282904189669</id><published>2006-03-28T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:53:49.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mini Goal-Write In Blog-Done!I am terrible at keeping up this blog. I've started a blog on Myspace and because of that, have neglected this blog. This week I am focussed on small goals. My To-Do list is in desperate need of attention so I started working on it this week. Things such as spending less time online if I am not working by keeping busy with watching movies and cleaning. So far, I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114358282904189669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114358282904189669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114358282904189669' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-114168897749586211</id><published>2006-03-06T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:49:37.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sore, Tired, And Gonna Be On TVI had a very exciting, interesting, and tiring night last night. Went to a friend's wedding reception and danced for 3 hrs, then we went to their after-party where things got pretty wild and crazy. We didn't leave there until close to 5 am. As with most emotionally charged parties, we ran the gammut of emotions that night from laughter, to crying, to shouting, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114168897749586211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114168897749586211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114168897749586211' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-114132457980523898</id><published>2006-03-02T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:36:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S.T.R.E.S.SMy supervisor job has really gotten beyond stressful. The powers that be have piled even more responsibilites on us. With these new duties, there is NO way we can get it all done in the time we are given. There will be a meeting tomorrow and a few of us plan to bring these unresonable expectations of us to the forefront.Because of all of this stress I have lost even more weight than my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114132457980523898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114132457980523898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114132457980523898' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-114083266405669648</id><published>2006-02-24T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:57:44.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singing In The RainSo I bought a webcam...and it arrived today. I made a short video and posted on Myspace for my friends...they love it so far. YAY ME!!!Don't worry, I'll make one for all of my friends on here too (Beatty, Stacy, Spring, ect).Also my iPod software quit working so I sent in a request to make sure it isn't the iPod itself. So Apple is sending me a new one and I will send this one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114083266405669648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114083266405669648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114083266405669648' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-114028588496641900</id><published>2006-02-18T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:08:00.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is That Me?I am making a drastic physical change. After mulling over the idea for YEARS but more recently deciding this is the best time to go for it....I have decided....To get my hair chopped....think Halle Berry:Think this model:Right now my hair is all natural (no relaxers to make it straight) and if I got it straightened it would be down to my shoulders. But my hair is also extremely thick. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114028588496641900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114028588496641900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114028588496641900' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-114005334728259481</id><published>2006-02-15T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:29:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>V-Day!Nothing new. V-day was nice. Dh brought me a dozen roses, a huge box of chocolates (there goes my diet) and he made us dinner. We watched "40 Year Old Virgin" on On Demand and just had a quiet night at home. I have been drowning in work for my job and I am freaking out because I am once again behind on a major monthly report because of all the other crap they are having me do. But that's ok</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114005334728259481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/114005334728259481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114005334728259481' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113958945505746611</id><published>2006-02-10T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:37:35.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY FRIDAY!So glad it is finally Friday! Another weekend of no work scheduled. Yay me!No idea what I'm gonna plan for the weekend yet. Maybe some shopping, I need to get my girly things done (brow wax, nails, ect).At this moment I am on a conference call for work and there are so many people talking at once I cannot understand a word. Then someone is also talking on their cell phone during the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113958945505746611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113958945505746611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113958945505746611' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113927707354716850</id><published>2006-02-06T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:51:13.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Embarressing Moment #1085So I am on Myspace and there is a game where you have to comment your friends' page with a fond memory of them. Well one of my newly found schoolmates left this as his comment about his memory of me:"Memory: Ok, I had to think of a good one! In High School, probably your 9th or 10th grade year, our class had to go watch your Speech class give a lip sync performance. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113927707354716850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113927707354716850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113927707354716850' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113926523126210321</id><published>2006-02-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:33:51.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I NEED FRIENDS!!!!I am going to the gym tonight...and if not tonight...definitly tomorrow. I skipped it all last week and I feel like a whale. *blub blub blub*On other news, I am STILL reading that book I started a while ago. There has just been so much with work, training class and other things. My mom keeps asking me over and over if I have finished the book yet (i come from a family of book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113926523126210321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113926523126210321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113926523126210321' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113906861627819263</id><published>2006-02-04T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T07:56:56.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stress Level: Lower!Well another very busy week is behind me. Things should start getting better next week and on possibly. My stress level is decreasing to more normal levels now. I am not being startled awake by heartburn and chest pains. Some personal things are working themselves out, while others are still out with the jury so to speak. Either way, I am okay with any outcome and will work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113906861627819263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113906861627819263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113906861627819263' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113873206835684298</id><published>2006-01-31T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:27:48.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIP Coretta Scott KingThank you for everything you have done for our society. Thank you for being a strong role-model. Thank you for showing us that even after the death of your great husband, you remained strong and active in the cause.Thank you.You will be missed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113873206835684298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113873206835684298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113873206835684298' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113838243389542364</id><published>2006-01-27T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:21:07.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STRESSSSSSSSSSSCan't wait for tonight! I get to have a few drinks and chill out. No work tomorrow and I can sleep in then play TSO all day if I so desire. Been a looooong week. Going through some very personal things I haven't written about here. It's been zapping me of energy and between that, work, and some other things, I am very stressed.It is intriguing how stress affects my physical body so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113838243389542364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113838243389542364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113838243389542364' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113813517117972490</id><published>2006-01-24T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:39:48.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roller Derby!I am seriously considering joining a roller derby league. Seeing that show  Rollergirls  on A&amp;E really sparked something in me. Doing lots of online research I found two leagues in Philly. I decided to go for the smaller and lesser known one since the liklihood of my being accepted onto the team is higher. The downside is that practices are 1 hour drive away from where I live twice a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113813517117972490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113813517117972490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113813517117972490' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113770364010962706</id><published>2006-01-19T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:47:20.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom!!!The more years that pass, the more I am not wanting a child. I am getting in the best shape of my life, I LOVE the freedom to come and go as I please to some extent, and having extra money to play with is awesome.Now I am itching to go clubbing, go to parties, and just be social again. Because I am so outgoing and social on TSO, I have made a lot of friends, a few who have become actual</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113770364010962706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113770364010962706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113770364010962706' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113746541836218068</id><published>2006-01-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:36:58.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank You MuchlyA night of crying, chatting with friends online, and getting all of my hurt out has made a big difference to me. I am rejuvenated today. I am strengthened. I feel great.Thank you to everyone who helped me heal. I will always love you and everything you did to help me get over this pain. A couple of my friends who helped me through do not know I have this blog so they will not see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113746541836218068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113746541836218068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113746541836218068' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113736629392666803</id><published>2006-01-15T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:08:24.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Color Me BlueI know I shouldn't care what others think of me, especially when their opinions are based on things I cannot change...namely my race. In this day and age it is shocking (maybe it shouldn't be) to me that there are still people out there so ignorant and racist that no matter how nice a person I am, they still hate me for being non-white. I am PROUD to be who I am and I would NEVER </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113736629392666803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113736629392666803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113736629392666803' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113708371910354846</id><published>2006-01-12T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:35:19.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skinny Me Crying to Come OutSo I took the plunge. Dh and I joined our local gym. Now I HAVE to use it because we are paying DOUBLE what we were paying for a gym membership in Kansas.We signed up yesterday and worked out yesterday. I did 20 min total cardio and 15 min weight lifting. My body is nice a sore today. I plan to go 3 days a week to avoid burnout. I will go tonight and Sunday.Bought a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113708371910354846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113708371910354846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113708371910354846' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113686370938249310</id><published>2006-01-09T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:28:29.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going To The Gym Part 10So dh wants us to start going to the gym now. There is an all-female gym here that I plan to try out. Let's hope I stick with it this time. I believe in myself because I have been keeping myself up for a longer time than I usually do. Time will tell though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113686370938249310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113686370938249310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113686370938249310' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113665413501291990</id><published>2006-01-07T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T09:15:35.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ProcrastinationNothing much to report here. I STILL have packages to send to friends and family. Been so busy with things.They all know gifts are coming very late. LOL Better late than never I guess.I am lucky enough to get lots of hours for work this past week and next. Dh is out shopping with his mother today. They are both bored and want to do something. I am home playing Sims and about to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113665413501291990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113665413501291990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113665413501291990' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113617258625387752</id><published>2006-01-01T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:29:46.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glad Holidays Are Finally GoneWhew. I haven't posted an entry in what seems like an eternity! Lots have been happening recently. Christmas was great. Spent with dh's family. I got a TON of clothes, my MIL got me a food saver (one of those vaccum/seal thingys), and a bunch of other way cool items.Dh and I went to the mall the day after Christmas and I went to the Victoria Secret store for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113617258625387752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113617258625387752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113617258625387752' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113570128912177319</id><published>2005-12-27T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:35:21.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year's ResolutionI had a very Merry Christmas!! Got tons of nice clothes and of course lots of Victoria's Secret gift sets and perfume. Yay!Christmas Eve I got my first set of french manicure nails!! They look so sexy and I love them. I even got my brows waxed finally.This time I TRULY plan to keep it up. What was the push? A hot guy told me that I really look like I take care of myself when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113570128912177319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113570128912177319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113570128912177319' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113536441667325819</id><published>2005-12-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:00:16.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got it by Fed-Ex yesterday, and I am officially addicted!!This pic of the box I found online makes the box look a lot bigger than it really is. As you know, the iPod Shuffle is the size of a pack of gum. (see first photo)It is so easy to work. I didn't even have to read the instructions in order to work it, but I like to make sure I am doing things right so I did read the booklet.It is as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113536441667325819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113536441667325819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113536441667325819' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113512375969264998</id><published>2005-12-20T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:09:49.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I won an iPod Shuffle!! I entered a contest for Worst Customer Service Call from a website;  CallCenterScript.com .I am so happy! I actually really wanted an Ipod for the past few months so this is perfect!!Thanks to Tim Stay and all of the judges from CallCenterScript.com.YAY me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113512375969264998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113512375969264998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113512375969264998' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113500855180019600</id><published>2005-12-19T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:09:11.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late...As UsualI made out my Christmas cards already, now I need to get off my ass and send them soon. Unfortunately, people who are getting gifts from us won't be getting their packages until days after Christmas. I don't get paid until the 22nd and that is the money I am using to pay for gifts and postage. I feel really bad but there is not much I can do about that. Better late than never!For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113500855180019600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113500855180019600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113500855180019600' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113467827769297725</id><published>2005-12-15T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:26:52.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VODKA, MY DEAR, WONDERFUL, AND WELCOMED, VODKAMy new favorite alcoholic drink is Vodka. Yummm. Until now, I've just been drinking it with soda or juice. But now there are two vodka drinks I am dying to try.1. Flirtini. Anyone who watched (watches in reruns) Sex in the City knows about this one from an episode where Samantha has a block party and serves this drink to her friends. I plan to try </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113467827769297725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113467827769297725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113467827769297725' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113453195109186980</id><published>2005-12-13T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:45:51.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holiday Money BluesHolidays are coming even closer and I am getting more nervous that we won't have enough money to get everyone something. Luckily, I did some shopping this summer so many of my friends and family are covered, but I still have more. Living so far away requires us to ship the items as well, so the majority of our money is going to shipping costs. *ugh* We will know for sure this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113453195109186980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113453195109186980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113453195109186980' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113435161553554539</id><published>2005-12-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T17:40:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Six Foot Friend and TreeI am very excited!! I got some news that a very close friend of me and dh might be moving out here to go to grad school!! He still lives in Kansas but he is looking at a school about a half hour from us here in NJ. YAY!!!! I really miss him and his moving out here would be awesome. I don't have many friends out here since I work from home and dh just started his new job</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113435161553554539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113435161553554539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113435161553554539' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113406494835701911</id><published>2005-12-08T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:02:28.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy as a BeeI have been so busy recently with work and online play when I have a free moment.Nothing new has happened. Tho I just bought some adorable slippers that I have to take a pic of and post here soon.Keep your eyes opened for those pics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113406494835701911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113406494835701911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113406494835701911' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113364039578566182</id><published>2005-12-03T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:06:35.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lookin' Good!So I finally got the Oliver Twist dvd that I ordered and all psyched up to watch it, I stuck dvd in the player and heard it but couldn't see it. Called hubby at work and asked wtf is wrong with our player. He explained that he hasn't had time to hook it up correctly. We've been in this house since July. *Grumble*On another note: I lost my makeup bag the other week. Since I don't wear</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113364039578566182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113364039578566182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113364039578566182' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113336784531809888</id><published>2005-11-30T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:24:05.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YippeeeeI just started reading  The Da Vinci Code  finally! I am so excited because I have wanted to read this book for so long.Also, got my registration for my free trial of The Sims Online and it is very fun!!! I am getting addicted to it. *lol*All is well!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113336784531809888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113336784531809888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113336784531809888' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113327359446403376</id><published>2005-11-29T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T06:13:14.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sim MeAs if  Popomundo  wasn't enough, now I just downloaded a free 2 week trial of The Sims Online and I also paid for 3 months worth of game time once my free 2 weeks are over.Blame the commercials I see ALL the time about Sims Online. Blame the  "documentary"  on MTV about The Sims that I just saw recently.Now I am anxiously awaiting my registration code to be sent to me. It should be here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113327359446403376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113327359446403376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113327359446403376' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113320324051509781</id><published>2005-11-28T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:40:40.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice WeekendIt was a nice weekend. One of my nieces stayed all weekend and then we took all three of them to see Harry Potter.I loved this movie but dh was very disappointed. I personally thought it was much better than the last movie but my dh disagrees.I feel pretty rested now but I still need to back up on working so many odd hours throughout the week and weekend. Easier said than done since I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113320324051509781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113320324051509781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113320324051509781' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113302489293036814</id><published>2005-11-26T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:09:21.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Want A Freakin' Ipod!!!!!I REALLY want an Ipod or some other MP3 player for Christmas. I would even take the cheapest one like the Ipod Shuffle at this point.Here is a recent convo I had with dh about it...Me: I really want an Ipod, honey!Dh: Why do you want one so bad, you would never even USE it!Me: Yes I would!!!Dh: Okay, where would you use it? You don't go anywhere! Me: I would use it all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113302489293036814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113302489293036814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302489293036814' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113278225581005290</id><published>2005-11-23T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:44:15.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had to add another post for today because this can't wait:So I got bored today and decided to burn my own Hair Band cd. You know, the cheesy but yummy songs from the late 80's early 90's from bands such as Poison, Warrant, Skid Row, Southgang, Trixter, Firehouse. Ok, you know the drill.I will admit right here, right now, they were the SHIT to me back in the early 90's when I was in Jr High and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113278225581005290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113278225581005290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113278225581005290' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113276819267083321</id><published>2005-11-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:49:52.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby Got Back!That is a shot of part of our backyard as it looks today. Beautiful, but all the trees!!! It is every homeowner's nightmare when it comes down to raking. No one on our block rakes their leaves so we haven't yet since all of their leaves would just blow back into our yard. We do need to clean up our yard though because the previous owners NEVER raked and I am NOT kidding when I say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113276819267083321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113276819267083321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113276819267083321' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113259804074578783</id><published>2005-11-21T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:34:00.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CAPOEIRAAn Afro-Brazilian dance form that incorporates self-defense maneuvers.My new OBSESSION.  Capoeira OMG. I am too old and out of shape to even attempt it, but forget Little League, when I have a son he is SOOOOO doing this!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113259804074578783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113259804074578783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113259804074578783' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113253759432444324</id><published>2005-11-20T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:46:34.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever Happened Too...?Wonder what ever happened to Miss Cleo?"Harris continues to cash in on the fame of her Miss Cleo character. In 2003, the New York Daily News reported that TV music network Fuse had signed Harris as a spokeswoman. In early 2005, Harris was back on TV as Cleo in advertisements for a used car dealership in Florida, according to the Broward-Palm Beach New Times."This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113253759432444324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113253759432444324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113253759432444324' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113226530923914291</id><published>2005-11-17T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:55:30.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TV As A Hobby?I am bored. I need to find a hobby besides surfing the web and watching tv every waking minute of my day.I tried to turn off the tv and read my book, but I am just not into this book yet. Might be one of those books that don't start getting good until the middle, or it could be one of those types that don't ever get good. At least I can watch some Judge Judy to keep me entertained </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113226530923914291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113226530923914291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113226530923914291' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113219939466779604</id><published>2005-11-16T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:49:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   My blog is worth $5,080.86.How much is your blog worth?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113219939466779604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113219939466779604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113219939466779604' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113215658828379140</id><published>2005-11-16T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:56:28.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazon.com YAY!Last night I got a nice surprise in my email. About a year or so ago, I completed several surveys for Nielsen Ratings and for that particular set of surveys (I have been doing Nielsen Ratings for years) I was paid $5 for every one I completed. They were supposed to send the total amount in a check form. Well they decided to give us all gift certificates instead. So in my email was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113215658828379140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113215658828379140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113215658828379140' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113206785019638358</id><published>2005-11-15T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:17:30.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One DayI found this pic of Leila Arcieri as a wallpaper online and put it as my own computer's wallpaper. Why? Because she is the closest "celeb" that looks like me and since I am trying to lose weight, this might be a little boost for me to keep dieting and to join a gym. Leila is even my exact height and her body type is VERY similar to mine. So if I lost weight, I would look A LOT like her in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113206785019638358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113206785019638358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113206785019638358' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113198319352821590</id><published>2005-11-14T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T07:46:33.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random BabbleI am finished reading "A Mighty Heart", now you can see the book I am currently reading by clicking on the link "Book I Am Reading" link found on the upper right side of this page.I used to HATE cranberry juice, whether mixed with other juices or not. The last year I've tried different kinds and wow. I really like it! Right now I am drinking Cranberry/Apple juice and it is very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113198319352821590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113198319352821590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113198319352821590' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113190001940661307</id><published>2005-11-13T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:40:19.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ColdI hate the cold. For me, nothing is worse than being cold. I prefer to be hot with a fan blowing in my face.This will be my first winter here on the east coast. It may not be any different than winter in the mid-west, but then again, the last few winters out here have been brutal according to the news reports the last few years. Well I have no choice but to live thru it. Grrrr...I mean, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113190001940661307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113190001940661307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113190001940661307' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113181309094043264</id><published>2005-11-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:31:33.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DraaaagingNothing to really write today. I got drunk off of vodka last night and today I am dragging. I gotta work for 3 hrs today, but I hope it goes by quickly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113181309094043264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113181309094043264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113181309094043264' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113156374410132555</id><published>2005-11-09T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:18:36.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skin So Smooth:Advice From A Hot StripperTrue StoryDH: That stripper's skin is so soft! Go up there and feel.Me: Ok, hand me some dollar bills.*Got to the stage and stripper put dollar bill in my mouth and grabbed money with her lady lumps. Then for the second dollar bill she placed bill in my mouth and grabbed money with her thighs.*Me: Wow! You weren't kidding! Her skin is very soft. Ask her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113156374410132555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113156374410132555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113156374410132555' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113146094135461314</id><published>2005-11-08T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T06:42:21.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Computer On Friday!!I have cancelled my work hours on Friday so that I can try to stay off this computer for at least 90% of the day. I might have to log ino the computer for a chat meeting with a friend of mine. But at least I will be offline for the rest of the time. My sanity thanks me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113146094135461314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113146094135461314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146094135461314' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113142028257898883</id><published>2005-11-07T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:26:54.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Help MeI am very tired but I just don't wanna go to bed. I don't really know why. It is odd. So I found some good shows to watch on tv like,  Airline  and  Dr G Medical Examiner .I am also online playing  Pogo .I need a day off work. I have literally been working in one form or another every single day for the past 2 months. I mean not one day off. That is my fault since I work when I want to. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113142028257898883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113142028257898883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113142028257898883' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113130772591072321</id><published>2005-11-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:08:45.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life As I Know ItWe are making beef jerkey with our food dehydrater and it smells wonderful. We bought that thing a few years ago and we go thru spurts of using it all the time and then putting it away for a year or two before we remember it again.My favorite thing to make is dehydrated apple chips. I literally just slice apples then place the slices in the dehydrator. Sometimes I peel the apple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113130772591072321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113130772591072321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113130772591072321' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113122805833025040</id><published>2005-11-05T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T14:00:58.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What The Hell?I was in the grocery store and I overhear a lady speaking VERY loudly to her friends, "Why are they playing Christmas music? Shouldn't they be playing Thanksgiving music?"Uhhh, I cannot even think of ONE Thanksgiving song...where the hell are the grocery store music people gonna find a whole cd of Thanksgiving music? WTF?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113122805833025040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113122805833025040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113122805833025040' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113111484456861279</id><published>2005-11-04T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T06:34:04.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TGIF!Oh I am so glad it is finally Friday. This week has been long for some reason. I think I might work for a few hours Saturday night, but I am not too sure yet. I am just feeling tired and lazy today. Luckily, I have a short work day today. Yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113111484456861279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113111484456861279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113111484456861279' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113086710779486291</id><published>2005-11-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:45:07.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freaks!The lady next door has had the same clothes hanging from her clothesline for a month now. Thru rain, sun, and frost those clothes continue to hang there.I wonder when she plans to take them down?Halloween came and went for me. Didn't pass out candy (I know I am so mean!) and I didn't go to any parties. I did put some horns on my dog and then took at pic:  Devil Dog Then I wore the horns </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113086710779486291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113086710779486291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113086710779486291' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113076892955929686</id><published>2005-10-31T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:28:49.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wasted Weekend on ComputerWhat did I do this weekend? Worked for 5 hours on Saturday, played Pogo and Popomundo ALL weekend. Nothing much. It was a wasted weekend. I should have cleaned more around the house, I should have read my book.Next weekend I will dedicate some time cleaning and reading. I am behind on my book so I need to play catch-up.I am just so addicted to my RPG and my blogs. *sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113076892955929686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113076892955929686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076892955929686' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113053073837446113</id><published>2005-10-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T14:06:41.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pay Bills...Twice?Dh thinks I am crazy to like games such as Sims and  Popomundo . His thought is that we get enough stress in real life by going to work, keeping our social life healthy by connecting with friends, making decisions and saving money to buy a home, ect. So he can't understand why anyone would want to play a game that you do the same thing. I could never give him an answer because I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113053073837446113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113053073837446113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113053073837446113' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113041862240332538</id><published>2005-10-27T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T06:10:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bright Day For DH!Dh's interview went well! He won't know for a week if he got the job. It is an awesome job! But as he was driving back home from the interview, his cell phone rang. One of his boss's boss personally called him and asked him to stay with the company he is currently with. Dh has been very open and honest to his bosses about searching for a new job simply because he is missing too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113041862240332538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113041862240332538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113041862240332538' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113034188794193180</id><published>2005-10-26T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:51:28.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Career BluesDh didn't get that job. It boggles our mind how he was turned down for this job. He is totally and completely qualified. I wonder if it came down to personality. He said the bank employees are all bubbly and happy-go-lucky types and he is more the laid-back and quiet type. His personality sometimes comes across as harsh and angry even when he isn't.On paper he seemed perfect for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113034188794193180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113034188794193180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113034188794193180' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113019963454215100</id><published>2005-10-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:20:38.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MCI Still SucksI finished reading that last book, now I am onto a new one. You can see what it is by clicking the "Book I Am Reading" link on the upper right corner of this page.My MCI nightmare has not gone away. Now they are saying my phone issue is not a software problem so they are sending a technician out on Wednesday morning to look into our inside wiring.I swear MCI is the most unorganized</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113019963454215100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113019963454215100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113019963454215100' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113009930919327812</id><published>2005-10-23T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:28:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CraveI always crave what I don't have. Right now I am watching "Charade" a Audrey Hepburn movie, and there was a scene where she was offered sandwiches. She had to choose from chicken or liverwurst. She chose chicken, and now I am craving a liverwurst sandwich.Damned movie.Of course, there is no liverwurst to be found in my home. And I was thisclose to buying some last shopping trip we took. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113009930919327812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113009930919327812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113009930919327812' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-113002593220512598</id><published>2005-10-22T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:05:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pop What? Popomundo  is the latest craze that I have found online. It is just like Sims but it is free. If you want to be a VIP it is only $9 for three months. You select from different locations all over the world, LA, NY, Buenos Aires, London, Sweden, ect. Then from there you select whether you want a female or male character and then you choose from a list of pre-made characters with different</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113002593220512598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/113002593220512598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113002593220512598' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112991941895584177</id><published>2005-10-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:30:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy DayFeeling lazy today. I have a 3.5 hour lunch break from work then after lunch I only have one hour left of work. Not bad for a Friday!I am almost done reading "Beyond the Shroud". It is really good! I haven't been able to put that book down. I read it during commercial breaks when I am sitting in front of the tv, and I even read it while working between questions being asked in chat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112991941895584177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112991941895584177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112991941895584177' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112981372244390655</id><published>2005-10-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:08:42.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Powerball LotteryFor those who are feverishly buying tickets for the lottery, I would like you to swallow this. 1/3 of past lottery winners are now bankrupt, according to CNN American Morning. Read  this article  with some stories of past lottery winners and their rags to riches to rags stories.Then after you read the article and if you win the lottery, you can send your "thank you for saving me"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112981372244390655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112981372244390655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112981372244390655' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112972896297403078</id><published>2005-10-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:36:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Hard Hats To TiesDh got has an interview on Friday with a call center for a huge bank. He will be starting off making $1-2 more an hour than he is making now. He is also going to apply for the team lead position they are hiring for so he can make even more money.The downsides to this new job opportunity is that the commute is 45 min both ways and possibly longer depending on traffice. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112972896297403078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112972896297403078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112972896297403078' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112965628881356394</id><published>2005-10-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:24:48.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday, October 9th: It was storming and my phone went out. I got my cell phone and called MCI. I am a new customer and just signed up for their line support program so that I don't have to pay if any of my inside or outside lines need fixing. I do pay, but it is only $7 a month. The tech asks if I tried unplugging my phone from the line for a few min. I said I tried that. She then did a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112965628881356394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112965628881356394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112965628881356394' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112956425290260423</id><published>2005-10-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:50:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miss Gymnast No MoreGot drunk on Saturday night with dh at home. We watched some stand-up comedies on On Demand. The funniest one was a duo from New Zealand called The Flight Of The Conchords.They use music for their jokes and it was HILARIOUS! After we got finished watching, I was pretty lit by that point. I decided that I really wanted to do a handstand like I used to do in gymnastics when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112956425290260423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112956425290260423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112956425290260423' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112929999128238723</id><published>2005-10-14T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:26:31.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Envelope Me In LoveI finished the big book!! Now I am on to a novel...a scary novel just in time for Halloween. Click on the link entitled: "Book I Am Reading" on the upper right hand corner of this page.I need new envelopes. I asked dh to buy me some when he was out running errands yesterday but his reply was:"Envelopes? There are some in that drawer from the last owners of our house! Use those!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112929999128238723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112929999128238723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112929999128238723' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112920856313481748</id><published>2005-10-13T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T06:09:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away...Oh And Get Dh A New Job While You're At It!So my dh is tired of not making much money so he is actively searching for other jobs. Though one of his foremen did tell him that he is such a good employee, if he sticks with this job he can go far. Hubby is just too impatient though. He wants more money NOW and not later so he is looking around for a better job.Eventually he wants</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112920856313481748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112920856313481748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112920856313481748' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112904777941358096</id><published>2005-10-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:22:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Feel Like Working Today....Yes I Do! Dh is home from work today because of the rain. He works outside and they can't work when it rains all day. I woke up this morning wanting to "call in" to work but being the responsible at-home worker that I am, I logged into work. I actually woke up 30 min before my shift started. I usually like to be up and online an hour before my shift so that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112904777941358096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112904777941358096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112904777941358096' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112881780350921478</id><published>2005-10-08T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:40:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The Mood To Spend MoneyThis morning we woke up and dh suggested we do something. Since we've been doing nothing but working and hanging out with his family since we moved here, we thought we needed a well deserved break from it all. I just got my first FULL pay check on Friday (boy that check was juicy! I love making money!!) and after setting aside enough for bills, we decided to have some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112881780350921478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112881780350921478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112881780350921478' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112851596567151629</id><published>2005-10-05T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T05:39:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Ever Happened To...?In our first apartment we lived next to a girl who looked just like Gwyneth Paltrow. She so resembled that movie star that I could never remember her real name. I remember she had a cat named Oscar that got hit by a car on the main road across from our building. Her parents got her a kitten a few weeks later to help her heal from the loss. "Gwyneth" also rigged our cable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112851596567151629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112851596567151629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112851596567151629' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112827862923630890</id><published>2005-10-02T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:43:49.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Comments and My Dying Of The Common ColdComments are working I think!! I had to dump my guestmap though. *boo hoo* That is ok, I haven't recieved any new entries recently anyways. My cold is killing me. My sniffles are near done, my sore throat is gone, but now I am left with a significant decrease in appetitite. That is good for my waist-line but terrible for my overall health. I've been eating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112827862923630890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112827862923630890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112827862923630890' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112801113917034358</id><published>2005-09-29T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:25:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No More GrandMy last grandparent died the other day. He died of brain tumors. I didn't know him very well but I am still bummed. What makes me even more depressed is knowing that it starts with the grandparents then it goes to the parents. I know that is another 20 or 30 years or more from now, but still. I can't help but to think when I get my parents' age I will be facing their mortality. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112801113917034358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112801113917034358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112801113917034358' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112785908373605779</id><published>2005-09-27T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:11:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comments on Blog and Comments on the Common ColdI know the comments are still not working very well. I have submitted a question to Haloscan (comments provider) about this and I hope they can help me soon. In other news...there is none. Though, I am coming down with a bad cold. My throat has been sore all day. I HATE getting colds. I just don't know how they can't find a cure for this pesky virus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112785908373605779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112785908373605779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112785908373605779' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112749168018595991</id><published>2005-09-23T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:08:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TGIF!!Long week of work. Nothing new other than that. This weekend we plan to hang out with family (I still haven't made any friends in my new town). Sunday my SIL is having a big BBQ to celebrate two of her daughter's birthdays. That means I gotta go and buy some gifts for the girls.Now that I am working we are doing better financially, but we still aren't at the level of burning money so we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112749168018595991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112749168018595991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112749168018595991' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112714590692976205</id><published>2005-09-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:05:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeekendWeekend was nice. Just lazed around, went shopping, and did some unpaid work to prepare myself for my new supervisor position at work. (See Office Politics for more info).Still haven't found a new comments provider, sorry folks.Still reading the book found in "Book I Am Currently Reading" link. How was your weekend?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112714590692976205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112714590692976205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112714590692976205' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112682903728736970</id><published>2005-09-15T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:03:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freak OutIt might have been the stress over the last few days. Stressing over my new job. I like it but it is so fast paced and so much learning that I am tired beyond belief. I am blaming stress but let me tell you what happened.Dh works at a contruction site. He drives a dump truck which sounds fun but can be dangerous and deadly if it should ever tip (some of his co-workers have tipped them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112682903728736970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112682903728736970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112682903728736970' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112673075900518603</id><published>2005-09-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:45:59.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesI changed the blog's comment code to another provider since the other provider is going out of business. In doing so, I noticed this "new" provider isn't very stable. I am not able to get into comments most of the time. As soon as I have some time I will either try to find another comments provider or will email tech support for the current one. Been really busy with my new job so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112673075900518603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112673075900518603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112673075900518603' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112647817461945754</id><published>2005-09-11T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:36:47.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Epilady. Remember those? They look like electric razors but they actually pull the hairs out by the root? Well my mom bought me another brand but the same thing. I tried it sober and it hurt so bad I stopped after only going over a small patch on my leg once. I tried it after drinking 3 beers and one vodka shot and the pain was no less. Now I am afraid that torture device might stay in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112647817461945754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112647817461945754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112647817461945754' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112621987580465402</id><published>2005-09-08T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:51:15.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not Wanting To Be On Judge Judy Or The People's CourtREALLY good news in  Office Politics Also, we are adding a line to our cell phone plan for one of our nieces for her birthday (a gift from her parents to her). Her parents are going to buy her the phone and agreed to pay for her portion of the cell phone bill. Now I have watched judge shows (Judge Judy, People's Court, Judge Joe Brown, Judge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112621987580465402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112621987580465402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112621987580465402' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112610597087777958</id><published>2005-09-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:31:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EEK!My friend got back from our class reunion. Sounds like my classmates want to get together again soon! So maybe next year or even this coming up summer. Yay!I try not to talk shop in this blog, that is why I have my "Office Politics" blog but since it is all consuming for me this week I will say something about it.I was supposed to start taking calls for my client today but due to some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112610597087777958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112610597087777958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610597087777958' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112595206608605742</id><published>2005-09-05T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T13:27:46.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Labor Day WeekendNice long weekend with dh and his family. Friday night one of my nieces stayed the night. She was online the whole time so I got to spend some quality time with dh watching shows and movies. Saturday we went to my MIL's friend's BBQ. We didn't know ANYONE there so we pretty much all kept to ourselves and followed each other around. Later on that day we decided to have a slumber </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112595206608605742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112595206608605742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112595206608605742' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732644.post-112562977121083496</id><published>2005-09-01T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:56:11.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn Computer Monitors!My computer monitor was acting odd the last week or so. Every now and then it would blink once and at the same time make a click noise. Then slowly it started getting more frequent until late this afternoon when it out of the blue start blinking uncontrollably and making loud popping sounds like fireworks. So with the little bit of extra cash we had (it really wasn't extra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112562977121083496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732644/posts/default/112562977121083496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleworld.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112562977121083496' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132162477696498522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
