<?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-1756073311736829078</id><updated>2011-08-08T08:56:33.569-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Medical'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Rambles'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Fat Butt'/><category term='Love'/><category term='views'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Jake'/><category term='I&apos;m here'/><category term='UGH'/><category term='ARGHH'/><category term='Pissed...again.'/><category term='It&apos;s all about me'/><title type='text'>Rants, Raves &amp; other rambles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2046587332841192590</id><published>2008-10-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:21:06.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains....</title><content type='html'>Ok, don't laugh. My week started out pretty good. Monday went to the doc for a Rx refill. No biggie. Tuesday after work went and got my hair done. Turned out good. Went home was eating pizza and felt something weird in my mouth...UM...my front tooth (very, very front tooth) broke right out. The whole thing. PIZZA!! Not corn on the cob, not an apple...PIZZA on a fork no less. This was a tooth I had previous work on. It was a crown but for real...breaks and falls right now. Now I look like an utter hillbilly that should be dumpster diving. I kept my mouth covered with my hand until 7:00 the next morning and hightailed it to the dentist. I now have a very lovely temporary crown until I get my permanent one on the 15th. I guess I am just thankful it didn't happen while at work or on vacation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next my kidney specialist calls me and my last test came back weird so next Thursday I have a surgery on my right kidney to see if they can "re-wire" it to work properly. Ok, that wasn't on my scope or agenda for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2046587332841192590?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2046587332841192590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2046587332841192590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2046587332841192590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2046587332841192590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains....'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2274129184995635923</id><published>2008-09-08T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:42:55.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><title type='text'>My views</title><content type='html'>Fellow Blog readers…. don’t read this if you are really into politics and are very serious about them and can’t take a joke or an honest view. This is my thoughts feelings and where I chose to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all this talk about Presidential elections is getting to me…Presidents, Vice Presidents, Taxes, War, Man vs. Woman, Black &amp;amp; White...we get it. There’s an election. It seems like it has gone on forever and ever and ever…if for some reason people ever wanted to vote for me this is what I would do…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot first; ask questions later. Rubber bullets for all law enforcement personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of all war areas…bring our people home. Train them here so we can be the biggest, most effective Military we can be. If the other countries want to kill themselves let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit sending money to Africa, Haiti, Iraq, etc. I am not opposed to helping these people and I don’t have a cold heart however I know there are plenty of sick, homeless, orphans right here in America…can we take a look at Chicago, Detroit, New Orleans…how about we help our own first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigration…better your life yes have me pay for it…NO!! Get a real job, get an education, and earn your “keep”…learn English, volunteer with organizations, help the homeless….crap, and just contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers…all teenagers at the age 15, 16 &amp;amp; 17 must work 1 year at a fast food joint and “work your way up” just like the rest of us had to. I’m so sick of all these brats (Parents most of you are to blame also) saying “I won’t work fast food, it’s gross, I’m better than that”, etc. I think before you can get a “REAL” job you must do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parents within the first year of their babies life (preferably prior to the baby being born) must attend Parenting classes, money management classes, etc. Get a clue….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all’s I’m saying is that the Government is a piece of shit, all a bunch of liars and cheats. I could go on and on….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2274129184995635923?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2274129184995635923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2274129184995635923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2274129184995635923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2274129184995635923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-views.html' title='My views'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-1277264550189202821</id><published>2008-08-27T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:38:47.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>It hurts</title><content type='html'>Growing up I was at your house daily. Never had to knock, never had to ask for a drink. I had my own cup with my name on it...after all you not only had 7 of your own kids you also had "extras". You gave us the birds and bee's talk, gave us the "Aunt Flo" talk along with countless other talks. I appreciate it more than you know. You raised a great family and they all turned out wonderful. I didn't turn out to bad myself...and I thank you for a lot of that. I will forever love you "Mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-1277264550189202821?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/1277264550189202821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=1277264550189202821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1277264550189202821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1277264550189202821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-hurts.html' title='It hurts'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-7277682211281794577</id><published>2008-08-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:30:22.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGHH'/><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>Last week was a total blur...My best friends mom passed away, she was like a 2nd mom to me. I grew up pretty much at their house and was one of their kids. So I spent a lot of time over there, at visitation and funeral and hanging out at the house again on Friday...I'll sure miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany ended up in the hospital twice last week also with a horrible Kidney infection. She's finally on the mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally came to work last Friday just in time for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure has been crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-7277682211281794577?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/7277682211281794577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=7277682211281794577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7277682211281794577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7277682211281794577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-4713369641001427163</id><published>2008-08-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:40:09.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>They are the Best!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Can I just tell you how great my friends are? They are the best and if I leave anyone off the list I apologize. My “peeps” have really picked me up, listened to me and did not judge at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky, you always know the right thing to say. With 5 kids, running here and there and all your own stuff you take the time to check in on me. You’re the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy, the day after you drive all the way from N.D. you find your way to my home just to be there. I got to talk to you more and see you more this time than I have in the last 2 times you’ve been home. One of these days I’m coming to visit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay, you were there, no questions asked, and brought breakfast goodies…although my stomach couldn’t handle food that was very thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica, your belief in god and positive attitude lift me up more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, I woke you up at 3:30...and you were there before I could hang up the phone. I love you and Daymon…you are my saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina, we’ve been each others sounding board for a couple weeks now. A friendship from long ago that has reconnected. I am very glad to have you back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang, there is not a day that goes by that you don’t call and ask “how are you today?”..checking in on me. Thanks for letting me hang out at your house. You &amp;amp; Bob mean so much to me. You know how to be objective yet firm and I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d give my left arm for them….ok, and for all you others too but this week given everything I owe them big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-4713369641001427163?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/4713369641001427163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=4713369641001427163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4713369641001427163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4713369641001427163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-are-best.html' title='They are the Best!!'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-3983135099681049452</id><published>2008-08-05T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:36:41.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all of your kind words, thoughts and prayers...it's going to be a long few months and I pray with all my heart we come out on top. I'm still not ready to discuss out here yet but if you want to send me your email address I can fill in a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-3983135099681049452?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/3983135099681049452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=3983135099681049452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3983135099681049452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3983135099681049452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-4472110308416251390</id><published>2008-08-03T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:54:32.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you</title><content type='html'>Lord I need you now more than ever. Please help us through this difficult time. Help him to help himself and know that I love him more than anything in this world. Please guide us, help us and support us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you reading this...please pray..pray like you never have before...I can't really go into details at the moment just know I need you...our family needs you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-4472110308416251390?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/4472110308416251390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=4472110308416251390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4472110308416251390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4472110308416251390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-you.html' title='I need you'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-8367109636917356306</id><published>2008-08-01T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:17:23.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Some pic's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHGe50TtZOI/SJNTDET_79I/AAAAAAAAADs/Mq3nh7vT86Q/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229614904469614546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHGe50TtZOI/SJNTDET_79I/AAAAAAAAADs/Mq3nh7vT86Q/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHGe50TtZOI/SJNSwK0NLQI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yvu33pVdu-E/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229614579797798146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHGe50TtZOI/SJNSwK0NLQI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yvu33pVdu-E/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is some new pics of Brittany &amp;amp; Jake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-8367109636917356306?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/8367109636917356306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=8367109636917356306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8367109636917356306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8367109636917356306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-pics.html' title='Some pic&apos;s'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHGe50TtZOI/SJNTDET_79I/AAAAAAAAADs/Mq3nh7vT86Q/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-3698922029736549846</id><published>2008-08-01T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:28:17.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s all about me'/><title type='text'>OCD-or whatever you want to call this blog?!?</title><content type='html'>Kiss my days and weekends goodbye until November. Football starts on Monday! This is my favorite time of year. I’m such an organization geek. I love to organize the teams, paperwork, concessions, coaches….just be involved. I may complain about it sometimes but when someone tries to help me out or when people make me delegate tasks it drives me crazy! I think I’m a bit OCD about controlling stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok…who am I kidding I’m OCD about controlling everything. Dan tells me all the time “Just let it go, it’s not your problem”…(like some of the paperwork was not being done on time) and I was freaking out about it or heaven forbid I can’t have control over something that is beyond my control…like weather, other people being late, sickness, etc and because I have to be in control of everything, I’m usually early for everything so I can be the first to touch it, feel it, do it,….he also tells me I have to leave 10 minutes early to be 20 minutes early for an event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good thing and a bad thing…good because I am very organized, have control, get things done early…bad because I tend to have a “heart attack” about things that are not going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..that’s my ramble for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just read this back and wow, am I jabbering or what?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-3698922029736549846?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/3698922029736549846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=3698922029736549846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3698922029736549846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3698922029736549846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/08/ocd-or-whatever-you-want-to-call-this.html' title='OCD-or whatever you want to call this blog?!?'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2099067777402620882</id><published>2008-07-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:45:56.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number's not up</title><content type='html'>Ok..so my number isn't up..I'm not dying..I went and got my results from the 19 vials of blood they took and the good news is they found nothing..and the bad news is, they found nothing...the only thing abnormal was my levels for allergens were up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No crap...really? I could have told you that and not drained a gallon of blood out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she is calling it a transient allergy (comes and goes) no reason, no warning...so the medicine they gave me seems to help with the itching and that is all that matters to me...I was going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'm fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2099067777402620882?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2099067777402620882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2099067777402620882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2099067777402620882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2099067777402620882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/07/numbers-not-up.html' title='Number&apos;s not up'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-9045522112912602519</id><published>2008-07-17T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:34:32.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Get out of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently I got to thinking about “What ifs”…why, I don’t know…I don’t dwell on them but sometimes I tend to think bad “What ifs”…I guess that wouldn’t make me a mom if I didn’t, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dan’s not working, what if I lost my job too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one of my kids gets seriously sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one of my parents die, how will I help the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my house was on fire and I could only save one other person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I became blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok…you get the idea right? Just rambling and not sure why all of a sudden these things are popping into my head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-9045522112912602519?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/9045522112912602519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=9045522112912602519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/9045522112912602519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/9045522112912602519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-out-of-my-head.html' title='Get out of my head'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-243732361851590784</id><published>2008-07-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:45:48.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna suck your blood......</title><content type='html'>You would have thought I got attacked by a vampire today!!...I went to the allergist and she wants to rule out a million things before we go down another path for the itchies. I got a stronger pill...I haven't itched all day...yeah me!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did order every blood test in the book. Liver, Kidney, Thyroid, Immune, foods, panels, CBC's....and 19 vials later..yes, you read that right they drew 19 vials of blood from me today. They took 10 in my right arm before she lost it then switched to my left side for the other 9. Then made me sit there for 15 minutes to make sure I was ok. Gees, I didn't know a person had that much blood they could just give up. So hopefully by the end of next week I'll hear back from the doc and see what she says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-243732361851590784?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/243732361851590784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=243732361851590784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/243732361851590784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/243732361851590784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-gonna-suck-your-blood.html' title='I&apos;m gonna suck your blood......'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-6052044652886507265</id><published>2008-07-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:12:40.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What now??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So back in December I started itching at first I thought it was dry skin due to the dry weather in the winter time. Gooped myself up with lotions/aloe…you name it I tried it. Pretty soon I was itching on a daily basis and no place was excempt. Lips, Head, Legs, Behind, Neck. I went to see a dermatologist and at this point the more I itched the more I welted/hived/bumped up. It feels like fire ants biting me. It not only itches it's drives me crazy. Luckly the allgergist gave me an allergy shot. That was March…it is now July and I have been to 3 doctors, taken several different meds and nothing…I continue to itch to the point and I bleeding, breaking blood vessels or bruising myself to death…not to mention I'm still going INSANE!!!! I go tomorrow morning to see an allergist. I have been keeping track of what I eat and there is one thing that really sets me off in a frenzy and that is Pizza. I have been told it may be a yeast/wheat/gluten allergy but they won't know until I test. UGH….so until then I am clock watching until it's 7:30 tomorrow morning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-6052044652886507265?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/6052044652886507265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=6052044652886507265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6052044652886507265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6052044652886507265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-now.html' title='What now??'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-1893583432678704173</id><published>2008-07-09T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:26:57.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell off the face of the earth</title><content type='html'>Yep, so I fell off the face of the earth forever but I'm back. It's hard when kids are in ball 4-5 nights a week. Now we are starting football season...yeah, my fave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to be better about blogging but does anyone really read these? If you do let me know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows post:  Itching.....why??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-1893583432678704173?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/1893583432678704173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=1893583432678704173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1893583432678704173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1893583432678704173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/07/fell-off-face-of-earth.html' title='Fell off the face of the earth'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-8346062516773046218</id><published>2008-03-31T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:03:40.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous stuff</title><content type='html'>I read two fantastic books this weekend. Yes, both books in one weekend. I couldn’t put them down. The first was called Waiting with Gabriel. It’s a story of a family who struggles when they find out the child they are carrying has a fatal heart defect and won’t live much past birth. It made me cry through most of the book but showed the family’s heartbreak, acceptance and peace through a very difficult time. The second book was called It’s all about Him. This story is by Denise Jackson the wife of Country Music legend Alan Jackson. It’s about their struggles through fame, infidelity and her willingness to accept God in her life and a spiritual journey. It had a very strong message and one that spoke to me. I am Catholic, go to church, try to be a good person, don’t deny that I sin but I have not fully let my life be an open book and fully let Him show me the way. I’m going to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if the above sounded like a commercial for those books. Now that I read it back it sounds like a written review. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well T-minus 21 days and counting until I register for school. I feel scared, nervous…wondering what in the world I am getting myself into and what if I can’t do it? What if I can’t finish..what if it’s to hard? Why didn’t I go right after I got out of High School? Going back to school at 34 (by the time school starts) is not cool but I’m going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball and Softball start for both kids shortly. I always love to go to the games and see how well they’ve progressed from last year but then again it reminds me that I like winter with no sports to run to here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got glasses a week ago. Figured I’d need reading glasses as my eyes were tired while doing work on the computer but really I needed progressives. Far and near-sided…nice. So I have to wear them all the time. So far I haven’t done to horrible at trying to adjust. Take them off occasionally just because my nose/ears hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to take our kids out of daycare starting last week as Dan is laid off. I know he gets unemployment but it freaks me out because not sure if or when he’ll pick up again. There are no other jobs out there available. He’s sent his resume out on a few but nothing. The economy and especially in Michigan is just horrible. Hopefully it won’t affect us to bad. Needless to say home renovations are on hold. That’s ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this blog is all over the place…we’ll guess that’s why I call it rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-8346062516773046218?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/8346062516773046218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=8346062516773046218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8346062516773046218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8346062516773046218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/03/miscellaneous-stuff.html' title='Miscellaneous stuff'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-8562998506201100103</id><published>2008-03-06T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:38:54.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed...again.'/><title type='text'>Houston we have a problem...</title><content type='html'>I've been here for 6 years and in those 6 years 37 people have been shit canned for no good reason...it's always "restructuring"....and then nothing good ever comes from it, we only have 32 people anyway... it's like a friggin revolving door around here. Good thing I only have two small pic's on my desk. You never know when you will be next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-8562998506201100103?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/8562998506201100103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=8562998506201100103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8562998506201100103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8562998506201100103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/03/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston we have a problem...'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-7634124480953873205</id><published>2008-03-05T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:37:18.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGH'/><title type='text'>Would someone just shoot me please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So at this place...lets call it work,  there is a gal who got "promoted" to a new position and if I have to hear her say "I'm the director of education" or a reference to being the "Director of Education" one more time, I'm going to poke my eye out. It's wonderful, fabulous, great that she got a new position but quit talking about the friggin "title" and just do the job...for the love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-7634124480953873205?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/7634124480953873205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=7634124480953873205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7634124480953873205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7634124480953873205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-someone-just-shoot-me-please.html' title='Would someone just shoot me please?'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2767463317177352411</id><published>2008-02-27T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:09:13.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><content type='html'>One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so met with the MWCL people and they have changed the program a bit from last time and it's just gonna happen this time with me so I've made a decsion to just make better choices and start working out. Slow, just walking on the treadmill, every other day. Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made an appointment with and LCC advisor to talk about some classes and my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2767463317177352411?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2767463317177352411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2767463317177352411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2767463317177352411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2767463317177352411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-things.html' title='Two Things'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-479303545763242773</id><published>2008-02-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:50:48.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Butt'/><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I’ve decided that I am probably the #1 prime candidate for a heart attack, even at 33. I truly eat like crap! I eat too much fast food, processed foods and junk and have for years.  I don’t exercise. I am a tad more active in the summer but not much. I am pretty much a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wish I looked smaller, healthier, better…but the only person who can help me do that is me. I’ve tried 75 million diets, eating plans, etc. and I always give up. No good reason, I just do. There was one program I tried last year, Medical Weight Loss that seemed to do the best for me but then I got sick with my Kidney issues again and stopped going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back at one of Dan’s gig’s a gal named Kathy approached me and we started talking about loosing weight and she was telling me that I could and she was motivating me. I’d never met her before but somehow felt like I knew her forever and in those two weeks since we spoke I have really taken a stock of my life and what she said….I’m going to really try to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with the team at Medical Weight Loss this week and am going to start back on that program again once all my medical evaluations are done. They require lab work, EKG’s and other things. I also went online and found some basic beginner treadmill/running exercises. I bought a new pair of tennis shoes, hand weights and an MP3 player, so I’m geared up to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m semi-excited but also apprehensive because my track record with diets/exercise haven’t been that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go again……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-479303545763242773?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/479303545763242773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=479303545763242773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/479303545763242773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/479303545763242773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-520238400103804529</id><published>2008-01-29T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:54:52.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not yours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So it's 7:10 am. yesterday morning and I am just rounding up the kids to head out the door for school/work and my phone rings. It's my very good friend/manager/co-worker balling her eyes out. I can't understand really what she is saying but I finally understood "my truck is gone". She had her vehicle stolen right out of her driveway in the middle of the night along with her spare set of keys that included keys to her home. The did find her SUV ran out of gas in front of a gas station and it had been towed because it was blocking the driveway to the station. The theif of course bailed out but they left behind a nice box cutter dangerous type knife thing, black gloves and a comdom box. GROSS! They didn't find her extra set of keys so they spent the day changing all the locks to the house and dealing with the insurance people since the guy also took some personal items from her ride.....It was crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't understand why some people feel they can just take your stuff. You work hard for it, you keep your job, have an education in order to obtain decent things and these gangster thugs just walk up take it it like you "owe" them and it pisses me off. I hope they are able to get good prints and find the perps. She had her work cell phone in there charging but hidden and they took that and they called the phone about 11:30 am that morning and a man with a very thugish/ghetto accent answered the phone and so they "confronted" him and the guy hung up. Work had the service turned off. The whole thing makes me so mad that people don't have morals, standards, regards for other property and are just loosers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I'll get off my soap box now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way Deej, if you read this I don't know how you were ever a cop..I'd shoot and ask questions later. You are a good man my friend.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-520238400103804529?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/520238400103804529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=520238400103804529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/520238400103804529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/520238400103804529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-yours.html' title='It&apos;s not yours!'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-649681919244016871</id><published>2008-01-14T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:06:55.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jake'/><title type='text'>Jump for Joy</title><content type='html'>After many, many tests, reviews, interviews, etc they finally have a conclusion as to why Jacob is having such a hard time in school. We have an answer….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phonemic Awareness Disability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bottom line, he has a hard time separating sounds therefore he has a hard time reading and writing... along with his “working” memory. This is a form of Dyslexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His math scores are above normal, his analytical thinking and intellectual skills are above normal. So we knew we had an issue with the books…he’s a smart kid just can’t read and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet with the “team” on Wednesday and they will go over his I.E.P. schedule (Individual Education Program) he will remain in his own class but leave for “special help” daily on his reading and writing and this will follow him throughout school up to the 11th grade as long and he needs it. They re-test every 3rd year to see if he needs the program anymore and more exciting is he can go to 3rd grade when it’s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited and hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-649681919244016871?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/649681919244016871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=649681919244016871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/649681919244016871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/649681919244016871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/01/jump-for-joy.html' title='Jump for Joy'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-3260894260024552036</id><published>2008-01-03T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:02:39.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vist from beyond</title><content type='html'>So, I think last night I had a visit from someone on the other side. If you beleive in such a thing. I know someone who passed back in August. I was not real close with her but knew her and hung out with mutual people. Anyway, last night in my "dream" she came to my porch while I was sitting on it and I was suprised to see her and gave her a hug and said "how are you?" and she said "I'm doing good now, Nickie"....and that was it. I woke up. Weird and I've been bothered by it all day...if it was really her telling me she was ok, why did she pick me and why 5 months after she died? Maybe it really was a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-3260894260024552036?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/3260894260024552036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=3260894260024552036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3260894260024552036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3260894260024552036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/01/vist-from-beyond.html' title='Vist from beyond'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-7569398064317240395</id><published>2008-01-03T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:56:05.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Alter-Ego or Mid-Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This whole blog will not make sense to anyone I'm sure and maybe make me look like a psyco?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am two different people, well one to everyone and "what I am supposed to be" and then the one that secretly wants to come out and play...ok, so if you knew me, you'd know that I'm married, a mom, a cheerleading coach, a church going, hard working Catholic girl who wants to do right, who wants to see the good in everyone who wants to beleive I am on the right path (the Marsha Brady/Mandy Moore type) but my other side really wants to rebel right now...I want my tattoos to show, I want to get a nose ring, I want to be the "punk" who doesn't give a crap about what others think, say or feel (the Pink/Green Day type) who wants to work the non-traditional 9-5 slacker job....somehow I will continue to suppress that person and know I am who I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-7569398064317240395?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/7569398064317240395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=7569398064317240395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7569398064317240395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7569398064317240395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2008/01/alter-ego-or-mid-life.html' title='Alter-Ego or Mid-Life?'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-6052279717598991735</id><published>2007-12-28T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T19:18:35.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Who would have guessed?...</title><content type='html'>Who would have guessed that two friends and nothing more would cross paths a couple years after graduation and live happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory: Dan &amp;amp; I were friends all through school. After graduation he went to the miltary and I went my own way, occasionally writing back and forth every few months or a Hey there by telephone..nothing more. Then one day Dan came home on leave and I was so nervous and excited to see him..that's weird I thought since he's only my friend. We spent that first week he was home pretty much inseparable...after being home about 10 days he asked me to marry him...I said yes and one year later on December 30, 1994 we were married. Several people gave timelines, it won't last 6 month, I give it a year, no more than 2, I heard others say.......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;13 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ago Sunday we said "I do"...we've had our ups/downs and rough patches but I could not ever imagine him not in my life...he's the absolute best, at everything...husband, father, friend, provider, fixer of damn laundry dryers that break, snow shoveler and dishwasher that I know. I thank god for him every night when I go to bed and every morning when I wake. I think it works for us because we were friends, pure platonic everyday "how ya doing" friends before anthing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Danielson.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-6052279717598991735?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/6052279717598991735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=6052279717598991735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6052279717598991735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6052279717598991735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-would-have-guessed.html' title='Who would have guessed?...'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2461960931874331281</id><published>2007-12-03T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:30:08.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>December 3rd already? Only one more paycheck until Christmas? Only two more until 2008? Where does the time go? Where does the money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to make a new years resolution of saving some money and not blowing all of it all the time. Out of my paycheck a certain amount goes towards bills and the rest is mine…now at the end of my two weeks I am flat broke and may only have $5.00 to my name. I waste it on stupid stuff and before you know it, it’s all gone and you wonder what you did with it because you have nothing to show for it. Eating out lunch to much, running to Beaners to get a coffee fix, wasting it on this and that. Don’t get me wrong we have money but this is MY money and I don’t dip into the other “bill” money because Dan would kill me, I just want to save some for something…not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I read this whole blog it’s just rambling…hence the title of my site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2461960931874331281?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2461960931874331281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2461960931874331281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2461960931874331281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2461960931874331281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/12/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-6732804817128420243</id><published>2007-11-26T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:15:06.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgon take me away</title><content type='html'>Oh my, if you read my friend Becky's blog she's sure a glutton for punishment...staying up all those long hours having fun, shopping, playing, etc. I on the other hand this past Thanksgiving weekend was down for the count. On Wednesday I felt this twinge in my throat and a slight headache buy 11:30 pm on Wednesday, I was done for. I felt like I had been hit by a bus!! On Thursday, I mustered up all the strenghth in my body to make my passing dish for Dan's family's Thanksgiving and went to bed and told him to take the kids and go without me. So, I missed Thanksgiving. I slept ALL day...blew my nose, coughed, coughed and coughed some more. On Friday I ALWAYS go shopping with my dad so I got up got ready against my better judgement went shopping was only gone 2 hours and I was DONE. Came back home and took a 6 hour nap...hey, and guess what I did on Saturday and Sunday? Yep, you guessed it...slept some more. I felt like I was going to die. Today I did manage to go to work, went on a huge coughing attack, my head is clearer, and I feel a "wee" bit better but it's all of 8:15 and I'm checking out for the night...I'm sleepy. I know this whole blog is rambles but that's what nightquil does to you but I refuse to cough all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-6732804817128420243?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/6732804817128420243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=6732804817128420243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6732804817128420243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6732804817128420243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/11/calgon-take-me-away.html' title='Calgon take me away'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-8133480988966124455</id><published>2007-11-11T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T06:57:16.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's team is the best...LHS, LHS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, when you are a kid you can't wait to leave this god forsaken town...only to find out that it's where you belong. I can't imagine living anywhere else, raising my kids anywhere else or having them go to any school but here and after yesterday it just confirms it even more.  Our Varsity football team played an undefeated team yesterday in a playoff game and I swear the whole entire town was there supporting our boys. I don't have kids in High School yet and don't even really know any of the players but when you bleed orange and black you go to every home game and some away and you support them, you support the program, you rally, you get excited and you sometimes get dissapointed but my heart will always have a permanant blackhawk imprinted on it.  We did win against this undefeated team and are now on our way to the state semi-finals and yes, you'll find a convoy of cars with windows painted, flag flying, and horns blowing all the way down to Hillsdale next week to watch my boys play. I'm so proud of them and their determination, hard work and dedication. High school football has always been my favorite because the boys play because they truly LOVE the game.  I'm so excited and no matter how far they go in these playoff games, I'll be there cheering them on. Once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO HAWKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-8133480988966124455?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/8133480988966124455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=8133480988966124455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8133480988966124455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8133480988966124455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/11/whos-team-is-bestlhs-lhs.html' title='Who&apos;s team is the best...LHS, LHS!'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-1444509670822766612</id><published>2007-11-08T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:19:56.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>It was brought to my attention today that it's been awhile since I posted. Yes, this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first week with no football, cheerleading, equiptment turn ins, board meetings and I finally can concentrate. One more season down. I'm excited, yet sad that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new here...hum, my search, my long, long search for some family members may just be coming to an end. Not quite there but I can see the light. If any of you want more info please let me know and I'll email you about it. Not ready to share for "public viewing" yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.W. is a bust...it's so hard to stick to a weight loss program when your family doesn't really support you. Let's face it people, I don't have will power and that damn Halloween candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-1444509670822766612?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/1444509670822766612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=1444509670822766612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1444509670822766612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1444509670822766612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-852272279272966956</id><published>2007-10-05T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T03:08:27.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm beating myself up right now for what you might think is something dumb, but we had our weigh in last night and I was up .4# (Point 4) now, I know that is nothing but it bummed me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-852272279272966956?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/852272279272966956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=852272279272966956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/852272279272966956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/852272279272966956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/10/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-8323599492420601004</id><published>2007-10-01T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:07:23.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGHH'/><title type='text'>Happy &amp; Grumpy or Money &amp; Happy?</title><content type='html'>This is the millionth time I’ve felt this way in the last 6 months. I need excitement, I need drive, I need something and I don’t know what it is. Anyone guess what I am talking about? Let’s see….it’s starts with a J and ends with a B and there is an O in the middle. Yep you guessed it….a JOB. Yes, I should be grateful I have one at the given moment due to the “stability” of our lovely Michigan economy and no available work… however I am bored out of my mind. Not that there is not projects to work on, accounts to service or filing to be done, it’s just that I feel blasé about my situation.  I’m sure most people would say…”just look for another job” only if it were that easy.  Let me list the reasons why it’s not…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I make decent money where I am at.&lt;br /&gt;-I have benefits through my employer for my entire family as Dan does not.&lt;br /&gt;-I have a flexible enough schedule that if my kids were sick or I needed to leave for an emergency, I could.&lt;br /&gt;-My husband doesn’t think there is anything wrong with my situation and doesn’t understand money isn’t everything.&lt;br /&gt;-Dan’s favorite quote is “if I got paid what you do to basically do nothing, I wouldn’t complain”&lt;br /&gt;-We don’t have the money for me to quit, pay for insurance and go back to school for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I have a grand plan or heck even at 33 years old know what I want to be when I grow up…I just know that I don’t want to be “paper pusher” for the next trillion years and it’s really starting to bum me out. Even though I have been at this current job for 6 years and a prior one for 5 years I basically did the same thing…was a paper pusher. I don’t need to win the lotto, I don’t need a money windfall…I will work and work hard for what I get but I’m at a loss as to what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-8323599492420601004?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/8323599492420601004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=8323599492420601004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8323599492420601004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8323599492420601004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-grumpy-or-money-happy.html' title='Happy &amp; Grumpy or Money &amp; Happy?'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-7209527293589098526</id><published>2007-09-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:10:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the greatest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok..so not only does she have 5 kids to worry about, sports to run to, laundry to do, mouths to feed and studying her own homework but she was so kind to help me, ok not "help me"..... but set up my new layout for me in her "spare" time, it's the one, the only Becky!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Bec and it looks great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-7209527293589098526?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/7209527293589098526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=7209527293589098526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7209527293589098526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7209527293589098526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-greatest.html' title='She&apos;s the greatest!'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-485918572397043169</id><published>2007-09-27T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:43:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh where can my hubby Dan be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, let me tell you playing the single parent roll this week has not been very fun or should I say not been as fun since both kids have practice, homework, showers, etc and my laundry is growing by the moment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan is a god-send he is unlike most husbands and actually helps with house work, kids, homework, dinners, laundry, bills etc. We actually do most of that stuff together and with him being up north this week I've been lost and running around like a chicken with my head cut off. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sure appreciate all he does and he better never die while my kids are little because I'd kill him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day..he'll be home tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-485918572397043169?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/485918572397043169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=485918572397043169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/485918572397043169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/485918572397043169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-oh-where-can-my-hubby-dan-be.html' title='Where oh where can my hubby Dan be?'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-1251090960555805725</id><published>2007-09-27T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:17:12.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.8 and counting</title><content type='html'>So it's Thursday again...weigh in day. Down another 1.8#...that would be a total of 9.6# since September 6th. Slow but sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-1251090960555805725?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/1251090960555805725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=1251090960555805725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1251090960555805725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1251090960555805725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/18-and-counting.html' title='1.8 and counting'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-7201164494336922181</id><published>2007-09-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T02:58:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow but sure</title><content type='html'>So..our weekly weight watchers meeting was last night...down 1.4#....which of course does not sound like much but the instructor said the slower you loose the more likey you are to keep it off so that makes a total of 7.8#....now I need to start exercising...week three was the movement discussion. She said start slow if you are not used to seriously working out...take the stairs, walk in place for 5 minutes, etc...so, we'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-7201164494336922181?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/7201164494336922181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=7201164494336922181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7201164494336922181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7201164494336922181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-but-sure.html' title='Slow but sure'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-7780425201525765834</id><published>2007-09-14T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:55:30.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers</title><content type='html'>So I joined Weight Watchers with my mom and a few friends on September 6th. We had our first weigh in last night after being on the program a week and I have been really watching what I was eating and putting in my body...guess what the weigh in was successful...I know it was mostly water weight I have lost but I lost 6.4 pounds the first week. I know it's just because my body was in shock over not eating fast food, eating better and less so I don't expect it to be very much next week but now I'm more motivated than ever....GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-7780425201525765834?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/7780425201525765834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=7780425201525765834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7780425201525765834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7780425201525765834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight-watchers.html' title='Weight Watchers'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-1649074771709214367</id><published>2007-09-11T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:53:24.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get technology</title><content type='html'>So..I must have skipped the gene that allows your brain to retain technology. I look at everyone else's blog and cute layouts and their photos but I don't know how to do that. I am sure it's very easy and right in front of my face but I just don't get it. I need my friend Bec to come over and sit with me and show me how to work all this stuff. AHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-1649074771709214367?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/1649074771709214367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=1649074771709214367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1649074771709214367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/1649074771709214367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-get-technology.html' title='I don&apos;t get technology'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-3401077942621981754</id><published>2007-09-09T07:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:04:44.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 jobs</title><content type='html'>1. Budd's Restaurant:   This was my very first job ever. I washed dishes  on Saturday &amp; Sunday mornings during breakfast.  I was 15 years old and worked from 7:00 am –11:00 am&lt;br /&gt;2. Burger King: This was my first "real" job that I could actually   drive to. I worked there for 4 years.  From the time I was 16 to 20. There was tons of fun had here by the closing staff. Once I became a  "manager" I let everyone else do the work and I            dorked around. It was cool&lt;br /&gt;3. Goff Stores: I worked here for a few months before I got     married and moved to ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;Texas. When I got home from Texas I worked here again for a few more months. Being a cashier in a grocery store is quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mitchell's: Clothing store, very expensive but good discount     and "credit plan" if you worked there. Plus you got to check out everything on Main Street and  always look out the front window to see who was headed into the "Free Clinic"&lt;br /&gt;5. O'Henry's An Irish Pub I worked at while living in Texas.       That was an ok job. I remember they had the best Philly Cheese steak sandwiches ever. Working a 22 hour shift on St. Patty's day was HELL.           &lt;br /&gt;6. Chicago Title I was an escrow mortgage &amp; real estate closer. I  HATED this job. I will never in my life be a closer  again. I hated dealing with the bitchy people  whose interest rate was too high or payment wasn't what the lender told them. They acted like it was my fault and I was just the middle man.&lt;br /&gt;7. Michigan Bankers Association:    I work in the Employee Benefits Division assisting banks with medical, dental, life &amp; disability benefits. The people I work with are awesome and I semi-enjoy it. The only reason I don't totally enjoy it is because work is work no matter how you look at it. 8. Mom: This is the craziest job I've had. So much joy yet so much frustration at the same time. I know I need to enjoy it more now because soon my kids  will "hate" me because it's those lovely pre-teen to teenage years and they will want nothing to do with mom but right now it's good. They make me laugh       like no other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-3401077942621981754?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/3401077942621981754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=3401077942621981754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3401077942621981754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3401077942621981754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-jobs.html' title='8 jobs'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2490863106018437432</id><published>2007-09-09T07:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:04:02.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offended</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I read something today that rubbed me the wrong way. Why are people so over sensitive or offended by the slightest little things? Maybe I am just too laid back when it comes to things such as humor, others opinions, words, stuff people write, etc.'&lt;br /&gt;This lady went off in the comment section of this work related paper I read, about how it offends her when people use certain words or phrases, like "that sucks", "shit happens", "looks like she came from the trailer park". Ok, you get the idea. I don't even know how to put it into words how ridiculous this lady was. I lived in a trailer park and I'm not offended by that saying. These things are just words and expressions of others it doesn't mean she has to believe them or say them…ignore it lady. Get over yourself and get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not offended by dirty jokes, rotten humor, I may get a little ticked and punch you out if you grab me or something but stuff that comes out of peoples mouths and that is written is no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know this just rambles but I was on a rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2490863106018437432?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2490863106018437432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2490863106018437432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2490863106018437432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2490863106018437432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/offended.html' title='Offended'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2521111662684799695</id><published>2007-09-09T07:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:03:24.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>Wow...this week was one of the longest weeks I have felt like I have had in a very, very long time. Football every single day this week, Brit bowls on Friday, an emotional week with a funeral service, a close friends father's passing last night and now word that another close friend's father is in the hospital and working all on top of that, plus wishing I could  make a family member's problems all go away. This is the time that I wish I were not such a sensitive person because I want to try and help everyone and make things better. My gram always tells me it's because I have a big heart and care about everyone. Which is true, but sometimes it's hard and I wish I were "stronger" and could distance myself from emotion easier...nope, I even am a sap for friggin' commercials but I guess that's what make me, me....&lt;br /&gt;Oh' I did hear the best saying this week that I will now forever repeat. "Friends are the family we choose"...love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2521111662684799695?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2521111662684799695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2521111662684799695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2521111662684799695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2521111662684799695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-5305591120817600231</id><published>2007-09-09T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:02:26.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Lots of questions will never be answered. Those of you who know the situation that occurred this past week may have the same questions, thoughts, concerns that I do. Some of you may choose to talk about it. Some of you may not talk about it because it's a taboo subject. I have many emotions going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we never hung around on a one on one basis this has hit a little to close to home for me. I feel sad, angry, shocked, confused and perplexed. You name it I am sure I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad for the family who is left behind. I am angry at her for leaving all the questions unanswered, angry for having a child at the most impressionable age deal with this, angry for having that image in the mind of the person who was first there forever be burned in their thoughts. I am shocked that this hit so close to home. This only happens to other people. I am confused as to why and how it got so bad that this was the only option and finally perplexed as to how you plan it and the thought that goes through your mind the second before you do it. I am truly baffled.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my friends and family no matter how close to me, whether I see them everyday, couple times a week, once a year or maybe haven't seen them in several years know that know matter the day, time or place if you need someone I will be there. I may not have all the answers, solutions or quick fixes but I will be there. We will figure it out together. We will get help together; we will find the money together.&lt;br /&gt;Just know, I WILL BE THERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-5305591120817600231?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/5305591120817600231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=5305591120817600231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/5305591120817600231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/5305591120817600231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-5263331179925755340</id><published>2007-09-09T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:01:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Today is a sad day. Someone I knew passed away unexpectedly. Although, I didn't hang around with her often and only seen her when we got together with mutal friends it still breaks my heart to know she is gone and others are in pain and hurting for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;RIP-HM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-5263331179925755340?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/5263331179925755340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=5263331179925755340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/5263331179925755340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/5263331179925755340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/09/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-4208481831976376867</id><published>2007-06-12T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:48:24.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a very proud new Aunt!  My sister-in-law Dawn gave birth yesterday afternoon to a peanut of a baby girl. Her name is Sarah Ann and she weighed 5 lbs. 11 oz. and is 19 ½ inches long. I went to see her today at lunch and she’s gorgeous! Of course I’m not playing favorites or anything but she has the most perfect lips I have ever seen. I’m jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn &amp; Daymon did great. Dawn had some issues after having Sarah but is on the road to being fine now. The whole family is doing wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-4208481831976376867?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/4208481831976376867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=4208481831976376867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4208481831976376867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4208481831976376867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/06/excited.html' title='Excited!'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-584356920139163971</id><published>2007-06-01T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:01:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like poo..part II</title><content type='html'>Ok..so by the way Jake is fine now and bouncin off the walls. He layed down for a bit took a good long nap and wah-la he's a kid and they bounce back fast. I guess that means I need to lay down cuz I'll feel better too right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-584356920139163971?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/584356920139163971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=584356920139163971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/584356920139163971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/584356920139163971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-like-poopart-ii.html' title='Feeling like poo..part II'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-6141298886431719456</id><published>2007-06-01T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:59:25.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' like poo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I stayed home today from work initially because Jake wasn't feeling well but as the day goes on I feel like crap. My ears hurt, throat feels like it's swollen and raw inside. It hurts to swallow, talk, anything. My head is going to explode and everything is intensified by 100%. Needless to say I am a bit grumpy at the moment and only want to lay down. Not sure if it's allergy crap, sinuses or what but it's kickin' my butt and I don't appreciate it. I wish I could make it all go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-6141298886431719456?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/6141298886431719456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=6141298886431719456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6141298886431719456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/6141298886431719456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/06/feelin-like-poo.html' title='Feelin&apos; like poo..'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-2983090012083648223</id><published>2007-05-25T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:37:46.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>Because I was a bit bored today I thought I would enlighten you with some “Dumb Fact” I found. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Macaroni was the name of the pony that Caroline Kennedy used to ride on the grounds of  the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Abraham Lincoln had no middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      M&amp;M’s stands for the names of Forrest Mars, Sr., the candy maker and his associate Bruce Murrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      John Wayne had an 18 inch neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.                  Smokey the Bear’s original name was Hotfoot Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.                  Iceland consumes more Coca-Cola per capita than any other nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.                  Smelling bananas and/or green apples (smelling, not eating) can help you loose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.                  Some toothpaste contains antifreeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.                  It takes eighteen minutes to cool hot chocolate into a Hershey’s Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.             The first toilet ever seen on television was on “Leave it to Beaver”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.             In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.             Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.             The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley’s gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.             The most used letter in the English alphabet is “E” and the “Q” is the least used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.             The sentence “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog” uses every letter of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.             “Rhythm” is the longest English word without a vowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.             Your thumb is the same length as your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.             The U.S. mint in Denver, Colorado is the only mint that marks its pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.             Vermont, Alaska, Hawaii &amp; Maine are the four states in the U.S. that do not allow billboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.             “60 Minutes” is the only show on CBS that doesn’t have a theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.             The home team must provide the referee with 36 footballs for each National Football League game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.             You’re more likely to get stung by a bee on a windy day than in any other weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.             The ZIP in zip code stands for “Zone Improvement Plan”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.             Charlie Brown’s father was a barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.             The official soft drink of the state of Nebraska is Kool-Aid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-2983090012083648223?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/2983090012083648223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=2983090012083648223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2983090012083648223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/2983090012083648223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-7475290859912868525</id><published>2007-05-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:21:30.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Orange Cones/Barrels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, I understand roads need to be fixed and sewer work needs to be done but for the love of god does it all have to happen at once? Every street and I mean every street in an 8 block radius is reduced to one lane or closed all together down here by my office. It’s almost impossible to get here or god forbid if you have to leave to run an errand. You have to drive 20 minutes out of your way to get anywhere or back here from wherever it was you had to go.  If you think I’m joking check it out yourself at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cityoflansingmi.com/Lansing/pubserv/docs/constupdate.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.cityoflansingmi.com/Lansing/pubserv/docs/constupdate.pdf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait until it’s all over and let me tell you it better be worth it&lt;/span&gt;. ARGHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-7475290859912868525?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/7475290859912868525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=7475290859912868525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7475290859912868525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/7475290859912868525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn-orange-conesbarrels.html' title='Damn Orange Cones/Barrels'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-4721753814307879317</id><published>2007-05-23T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:19:46.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Sherlock Holmes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So does anyone know a good detective? There are a couple people who I don’t really know anything about that I would like to find more information on. What I do know is only hear-say. I have searched every website known to man on how to find someone but when you don’t know much about them it’s a bit hard. I know you probably have no idea what I am talking about but if you would like to help me or have tons of spare time to spend doing my dirty work, heck just ask and I’d be glad to let you know what I’m up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-4721753814307879317?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/4721753814307879317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=4721753814307879317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4721753814307879317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/4721753814307879317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/05/looking-for-sherlock-holmes.html' title='Looking for Sherlock Holmes....'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-8937761894570146757</id><published>2007-05-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:09:09.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, so here's the scoop. I've been tagged and need to come up with 10 semi interesting facts about me. This was not easy...you'd think I'd know me better than anyone but I guess I don't at any event, I tried. Here is my 10 and if you are reading this...you're it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.              When I was a kid I wanted to be a Solid Gold Dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.              I think ghosts/spirits/orbs are very interesting and I do believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.              I am almost sure I died in a previous life on a ship by drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.              I think Milton Hershey was one of the most brilliant men ever…and not because he     made Chocolate. If you’ve ever read about him or watched his Biography you’ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.              If I had money- I always thought it would be fun to get in the car and drive cross country to L.A. with no plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.              People who clip their nails or file them gross me out. I can do my own or my kids but to watch or hear other people makes me want to gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.              I love to put crunchy Cheeto’s in my beefaroni. That’s the only way to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.              I am a medical freak of nature…I have 3 kidneys. One that works fine, one that works 30% and one that doesn’t work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.               I always wish I would have lived in the 1800’s-the Little House on the Prairie days. Simple life, hard working, family &amp; church were very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.        I can’t remember what I did 20 minutes ago but I am a total 80’s fanatic. Song, Movies, Shows…Trivia is my specialty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-8937761894570146757?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/8937761894570146757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=8937761894570146757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8937761894570146757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/8937761894570146757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-3786040536458696142</id><published>2007-05-11T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T08:16:02.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' into the night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last night was big date night. It was fun although at first I was a bit aprehensive. Dan had bought us tickets to go see a concert at the Palace and I was skeptical because the individuals who were going to be there performing weren't necessarily someone I would have picked but I went being a good sport and it turned out that it was awesome, besides all the construction and orange barrels from here to there and traffic delays we ended being a few minutes early and first up was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.38 Special they were great and wow can they sing sounded better than what you hear on the radio so I was very pleased with that. Next up was Hank Williams, Jr. I have already seen him in concert and thought he was ok he did perform one song called Elijah were he played the fiddle and he rocked that when he got ready to play his last song of the night he had a special guest and once his face flashed on the big screen the crowd went WILD...it was none other than Detroit's own Kid Rock....that was worth the money right there.... Last performer of the night was Lynard Skynard they did their classics and for their encore they did Freebird and that was well worth the money too. To hear Freebird live gives you goose bumps and almost brought tears to my eyes. I know, I'm a sap. All in all it was good. I don't think I'll be able to hear though for a few more days....pretty loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-3786040536458696142?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/3786040536458696142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=3786040536458696142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3786040536458696142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3786040536458696142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/05/rockin-into-night.html' title='Rockin&apos; into the night...'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756073311736829078.post-3280116797880867309</id><published>2007-05-11T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:46:04.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m here'/><title type='text'>Blogging Huh?</title><content type='html'>Well I'm going to give it a shot. I have lots of stuff I'd like to chat about or just to get off my chest and share. I finally decided to come over to the blogside. More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756073311736829078-3280116797880867309?l=nickles426.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/feeds/3280116797880867309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756073311736829078&amp;postID=3280116797880867309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3280116797880867309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756073311736829078/posts/default/3280116797880867309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickles426.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging-huh.html' title='Blogging Huh?'/><author><name>Nickie C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02664266751495961512</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
