<?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-4328067689503979671</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:14:19.332-07:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYPHfyZamI/AAAAAAAAANY/VQMXHLMaX3E/s400/P1000391.JPG'/><title type='text'>Live. Laugh. Love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-3228025115685560222</id><published>2011-07-03T13:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:33:55.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This year I ran Ragnar with my sis and some of my dad's cousins from Kaysville/Layton. It was actually much more fun then I expected, although I don't know if I'll be doing it again. :) I was SO tired when we were done, but it was such a great experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsQKwQlOj00/ThDDmJUIdeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y_7CAlcmWos/s1600/261939_2155153155833_1156569872_32650014_3649117_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsQKwQlOj00/ThDDmJUIdeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y_7CAlcmWos/s400/261939_2155153155833_1156569872_32650014_3649117_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625210994688554466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9F3KlKbJaCI/ThDDl72IvqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0dGTfCv4JaA/s1600/261424_2155165676146_1156569872_32650048_5127510_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9F3KlKbJaCI/ThDDl72IvqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0dGTfCv4JaA/s400/261424_2155165676146_1156569872_32650048_5127510_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625210991073083042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van 1. There is a picture of all 12 of us, however, Darryl has it. When I get more pictures from him, I'll be sure to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-3228025115685560222?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3228025115685560222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2011/07/ragnar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3228025115685560222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3228025115685560222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2011/07/ragnar.html' title='Ragnar'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsQKwQlOj00/ThDDmJUIdeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y_7CAlcmWos/s72-c/261939_2155153155833_1156569872_32650014_3649117_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-2184788174498109003</id><published>2011-03-29T21:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:09:05.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I saw it... and, I may or may not have shed a tear.&lt;div&gt;You should see it if you haven't. I promise it's good. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus/500940-justin-bieber-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-2184788174498109003?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2184788174498109003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-i-saw-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2184788174498109003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2184788174498109003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-i-saw-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-5030184829311599239</id><published>2011-02-02T19:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:54:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My best friend got his mission call today. He's going to the Cusco, Peru mission and he leaves June 22nd. I'm sure going to miss him, but I'm so glad he's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TUoYo4kYIiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Li5Xp24KXdw/s1600/fall%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TUoYo4kYIiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Li5Xp24KXdw/s400/fall%2B007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569290979855835682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-5030184829311599239?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5030184829311599239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-best-friend-got-his-mission-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5030184829311599239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5030184829311599239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-best-friend-got-his-mission-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TUoYo4kYIiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Li5Xp24KXdw/s72-c/fall%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-9107264518499689163</id><published>2010-11-21T21:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:06:27.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TOnsAuESJRI/AAAAAAAAANo/Gm4tJlvh0zs/s1600/154467_10150090871316934_772296933_7357817_6452895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TOnsAuESJRI/AAAAAAAAANo/Gm4tJlvh0zs/s400/154467_10150090871316934_772296933_7357817_6452895_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542220313566258450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's us. The 3 best friends. I love these girls. &lt;div&gt;(Don't mind my bangs. They'd been through wind, dust, rain, and eventually snow. Not a good hair day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-9107264518499689163?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/9107264518499689163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/9107264518499689163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/9107264518499689163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-best-friends.html' title='The 3 Best Friends'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TOnsAuESJRI/AAAAAAAAANo/Gm4tJlvh0zs/s72-c/154467_10150090871316934_772296933_7357817_6452895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-2357522540096992866</id><published>2010-10-25T16:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:21:36.106-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYPHfyZamI/AAAAAAAAANY/VQMXHLMaX3E/s400/P1000391.JPG'/><title type='text'>Fall Break. It's What Fun Is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fall break this year was epic. My roommates and I went first, to Zion's to hike the Subway, and second, to Vegas. We were so lucky to get permits to hike it (thanks Logan and Josh). The hike was so beautiful, but a little chilly- and by chilly I mean freezing cold. At some point we all had a blue tinge from swimming in the freezing cold water. Once we found sunshine though, we were all great. Saturday morning we woke up and headed to Vegas where we spent the day shopping, walking the strip, and eating at In-and-Out. It was a fantastic trip... then we came back to the world of homework. yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning: This is kind of a picture overload, and they're not in order, but just pretend they are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYMtpNi5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1Z0l-pME02A/s1600/67760_457267822512_625487512_5837043_8356000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYMtpNi5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1Z0l-pME02A/s400/67760_457267822512_625487512_5837043_8356000_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532123170567546866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYMtpNi5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1Z0l-pME02A/s1600/67760_457267822512_625487512_5837043_8356000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYMtpNi5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1Z0l-pME02A/s1600/67760_457267822512_625487512_5837043_8356000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYMtac1OyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/99zY0q3L-To/s1600/67200_457272617512_625487512_5837146_1454116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYLvHCraWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AuUF_HdOHCY/s400/33482_457263487512_625487512_5836925_3707234_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532122096243272034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VEGAS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYLvHCraWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AuUF_HdOHCY/s1600/33482_457263487512_625487512_5836925_3707234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYPGIlBjwI/AAAAAAAAANI/c9PtRXGJ7ww/s400/P1000381.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532125790327639810" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYPGwVptRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NdMHjeZ4GPM/s400/P1000386.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532125801000580370" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYPHfyZamI/AAAAAAAAANY/VQMXHLMaX3E/s400/P1000391.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532125813737613922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYLvHCraWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AuUF_HdOHCY/s1600/33482_457263487512_625487512_5836925_3707234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYLvHCraWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AuUF_HdOHCY/s1600/33482_457263487512_625487512_5836925_3707234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYPHoXbgGI/AAAAAAAAANg/zGQ2TGLxfGo/s400/P1000394.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532125816040423522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYLvHCraWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AuUF_HdOHCY/s1600/33482_457263487512_625487512_5836925_3707234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-2357522540096992866?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2357522540096992866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-break-its-what-fun-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2357522540096992866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2357522540096992866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-break-its-what-fun-is.html' title='Fall Break. It&apos;s What Fun Is.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/TMYMtpNi5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1Z0l-pME02A/s72-c/67760_457267822512_625487512_5837043_8356000_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-2214973568266385238</id><published>2010-09-13T16:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:25:14.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm supposed to be. . .</title><content type='html'>studying. in the library. i have accomplished half of my goal. after all, i am in the library. i'm just not studying- which is quite unfortunate. but, since i have honed and mastered the art of procrastination in the last 14 years (and even more so the last 3) i'm sure it will only (hopefully) have minor consequences. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a brighter note, i had a great weekend filled with no homework, football, friends, and hypnosis. melissa entertained us all by letting darrell hypnotize her on saturday night. i honestly don't know if i've ever laughed so hard for so long. it was great. i'm sure we'll do it again soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all for now... i'm going to attempt to study. (attempt).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-2214973568266385238?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2214973568266385238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-supposed-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2214973568266385238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2214973568266385238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-supposed-to-be.html' title='i&apos;m supposed to be. . .'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-1544085465911612855</id><published>2010-06-20T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:13:32.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... my summer has been pretty uneventful. i'm living in evanston, wyoming and working at the Gateway Grille and Purple Sage golf course. if you're ever in the vacinity, please, stop by for a visit. i love visitors. :) my only other fun event was going down to southern utah to see my relatives for a family reunion, and as far as family reunions go, it was pretty fun. however, this weekend i will be back in logan... YAY! i can't wait to be reunited with my roommates even if it is for only 3 days. it is kij's birthday and she is turning the big 20 so we will be doing some partying. woot woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-1544085465911612855?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1544085465911612855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1544085465911612855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1544085465911612855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-74088537516597495</id><published>2010-05-02T11:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:29:37.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had one of the greatest birthday's ever this week- thanks to all my friends. As a surprise they took me to Ogden to Texas Roadhouse and Rich and Brayden met us there. I was so happy to see them that I almost started to cry. I had tears in my eyes. Seriously. After dinner we came back to Logan and had cake and ice cream and stayed up way too late talking and laughing at Sian, Amber, and Kij. It was a great birthday. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get a picture of the whole group (what was I thinking?!?) But I did get one of Brayden and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S921Gjda8oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/c_cwUrNHUiE/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news: Jason got 4th row tickets the Jazz game the other night and he asked me to go with him. Of course I said yes... It was a great game and it was super awesome to be that close! Thanks Jas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S921IQ4EWOI/AAAAAAAAALA/XD6PItOF7ZE/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S921IQ4EWOI/AAAAAAAAALA/XD6PItOF7ZE/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466724676271364322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(yes, I'm aware I look bald- but it was the only half decent picture of us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S921IQ4EWOI/AAAAAAAAALA/XD6PItOF7ZE/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S921H-n3e2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/np9X8HoblpI/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-74088537516597495?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/74088537516597495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-one-of-greatest-birthdays-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/74088537516597495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/74088537516597495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-one-of-greatest-birthdays-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S921Gjda8oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/c_cwUrNHUiE/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-1494659981258341113</id><published>2010-03-30T22:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:06:32.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's a couple days late...but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY rascal! i hope you had a wonderful day... and guess what? only 38 days until we are reunited. woot woot! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S7LYFB7RHOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kQxxBJroLJo/s1600/fall+fun+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S7LYFB7RHOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kQxxBJroLJo/s400/fall+fun+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454659679627058402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. remember this?!?! good times, good times. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-1494659981258341113?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1494659981258341113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-couple-days-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-6632319894138997938</id><published>2010-03-08T16:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:01:13.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>until next year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ksl.com/emedia//usersubmittedpics/1/176/17636.jpg?filter=ksl/pgallery" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/ABPub/2009/04/04/2008985927.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://halfmanhalfdog.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/the-spectrum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HQmpz-5o5Mg/StehkoL9TPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qcfs2Hltby0/S1600-R/bballblogheader.jpg" alt="Utah State Aggie Basketball" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQmpz-5o5Mg/Sww7XhTh_hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R2fnoQ_PIDQ/s320/Team+and+coaches.0913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehoopsreport.com/images/quayle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye Jared. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-6632319894138997938?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6632319894138997938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/until-next-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6632319894138997938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6632319894138997938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/until-next-year.html' title='until next year...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HQmpz-5o5Mg/StehkoL9TPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qcfs2Hltby0/s72-Rc/bballblogheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-5451555863698081393</id><published>2010-02-24T23:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:40:43.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I'm too lazy and not as creative as Kjarinda, I'll just let you read the latest happenings between Sian and Melissa  from &lt;a href="http://readmekjarinda.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-5451555863698081393?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5451555863698081393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-im-too-lazy-and-not-as-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5451555863698081393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5451555863698081393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-im-too-lazy-and-not-as-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-525207628383706298</id><published>2010-02-05T22:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:43:46.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;This is what I have been occupying my free time with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jackasscritics.com/images/movies/prison_break_s1_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/tvdramas/1/0/r/C/prisbreaksea2cast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The escapees: C-Note,T-Bag, Sucre, Linc, Michael, John, Tweener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Schofield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1FsGXHhEc/SMLT__s08zI/AAAAAAAADnQ/Dmtkn0FrAow/s400/Wentworth_Mille.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln Burrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens1826339module7916870photo_Lincoln_Burrows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fernando Sucre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxAhP1lMZ3A/ST3GH_pZv1I/AAAAAAAABJo/Z_aDQLL-LQs/s400/Fernando_Sucre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara Tancredi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/061024/134149__sarah_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who I can't decide if I like or hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cause they have the potential to be good guys... If just a couple things would have been different. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agent Mahone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://gfx.filmweb.pl/blog/27951/285116.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Abruzzi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/4676/season2promo02005dp8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who I hate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tvsa.co.za/images/actors/k/robert_knepper_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad Bellick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tvboyfriends.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/bellick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kellerman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/35/84/33/18603729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very favorite of all is. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linc. I think he is so attractive. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nndb.com/people/094/000103782/dominic-purcell-1-sized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/dominic-purcell/pictures/dominic-purcell-picture-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aintitcool.com/images2006/purcell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think so too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-525207628383706298?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/525207628383706298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/525207628383706298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/525207628383706298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-love.html' title='My New Love'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QF1FsGXHhEc/SMLT__s08zI/AAAAAAAADnQ/Dmtkn0FrAow/s72-c/Wentworth_Mille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-5243478175264838747</id><published>2010-01-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:16:12.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Meet Rascal (aka: Candace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1nrQrs6XMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLFEcBM5Oqo/s1600-h/fall+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1nrQrs6XMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLFEcBM5Oqo/s400/fall+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429629497613376706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1nrQrs6XMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLFEcBM5Oqo/s1600-h/fall+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1noKsJIc8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/bnctdhs0q88/s1600-h/fall+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1noKfiaP1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/8-Up11YRtLQ/s1600-h/fall+fun+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1noKfiaP1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/8-Up11YRtLQ/s400/fall+fun+050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429626092734005074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1noKfiaP1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/8-Up11YRtLQ/s1600-h/fall+fun+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1noJwELN9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/lQyqz0UbnR4/s1600-h/fall+fun+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1noJwELN9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/lQyqz0UbnR4/s400/fall+fun+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429626079990724562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where she is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://blevkog.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/h_washington.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/washington-dc/images/s/washington-dc-day-trip.jpg" alt="Washington DC Day Trip" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I want her to be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b1/Old_Main_Utah_St_Univ.jpg/387px-Old_Main_Utah_St_Univ.jpg" alt="File:Old Main Utah St Univ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:mraC5dNeiAJCDM:http://www.collegefinancialaidguide.com/pictures/Utah%2520State%2520University/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-5243478175264838747?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5243478175264838747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/rascal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5243478175264838747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5243478175264838747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/rascal.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1nrQrs6XMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLFEcBM5Oqo/s72-c/fall+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-7849723764537837617</id><published>2010-01-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:44:02.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this was the sunset on monday night. it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. i wish that we (and by we, i mean brooke) could have gotten a better picture- but it was virtually impossible...the sky was so vibrant! this picture just doesn't compare to the real thing. . . probably the prettiest sunset i've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S0bRYZK3TXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rPq6r6DFlgY/s1600-h/P1000960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 582px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S0bRYZK3TXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rPq6r6DFlgY/s400/P1000960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424253018217860466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S0bRY6fRlCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/D2nsoRMrgn4/s1600-h/P1000961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 577px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S0bRY6fRlCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/D2nsoRMrgn4/s400/P1000961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424253027161838626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not technologically savvy, you're going to have to imagine these pictures pieced together, mkay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-7849723764537837617?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7849723764537837617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-was-sunset-on-monday-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7849723764537837617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7849723764537837617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-was-sunset-on-monday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S0bRYZK3TXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rPq6r6DFlgY/s72-c/P1000960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-2881868343813793404</id><published>2010-01-04T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:56:10.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decisons, decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The decision I'm trying to make at the moment is where I should live this summer... Logan? or Kamas? Almost all my friends are staying in Logan this summer, Kij, Rascal, Flin, Hay, and from the word on the street most likely Chanae and Huss.  All those people staying there makes me want to stay there- yet I don't have a job in Logan. Yes, I know, I could find a job there- but it'll be virtually impossible for me to find a job in Logan that pays me as well as my catering job in Kamas. I know it's just money and I can't take it with me when I die, but I still need it to live. &lt;i&gt;And &lt;/i&gt;if I decide to get my Masters after I graduate in December, I'm going to need all the money I can get. Also, I can always spend a week or so in Logan when we have no parties to work for catering...But, will that ever really happen? &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; So, basically, the decision is Logan, friends, social life, and a low paying job. Or, Kamas, my fam, a great job, and no social life.... if you were me, what would you do? Please help me decide by leaving your opinions. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-2881868343813793404?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2881868343813793404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisons-decisions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2881868343813793404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2881868343813793404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisons-decisions.html' title='decisons, decisions'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-1240395114449368422</id><published>2009-12-23T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:57:56.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCp7r-wDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8W4bFyBtTqI/s1600-h/Here+comes+goodbye+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCp7r-wDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8W4bFyBtTqI/s400/Here+comes+goodbye+118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418677696076890162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCp7r-wDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8W4bFyBtTqI/s1600-h/Here+comes+goodbye+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCpfENNSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zZjJUBimytI/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCpfENNSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zZjJUBimytI/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418677688393872674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCpfENNSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zZjJUBimytI/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCo-uWU1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Nh65lu0zQZY/s1600-h/n680100304_5573672_7364%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCo-uWU1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Nh65lu0zQZY/s400/n680100304_5573672_7364%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418677679712260946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCo-uWU1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Nh65lu0zQZY/s1600-h/n680100304_5573672_7364%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMAbzPAeZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hao6nqlm-Sk/s1600-h/n569346038_1860141_9183%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMAbzPAeZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hao6nqlm-Sk/s400/n569346038_1860141_9183%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418675254266460562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend is home after 7 1/2 LONG months in San Fransisco... man, I've missed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-1240395114449368422?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1240395114449368422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/12/shes-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1240395114449368422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1240395114449368422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/12/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SzMCp7r-wDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8W4bFyBtTqI/s72-c/Here+comes+goodbye+118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-6452274189600339500</id><published>2009-12-04T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:56:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was it worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wednesday night the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aggies&lt;/span&gt; played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; at the Spectrum. People started lining up in front of the doors Monday at 2 a.m.! By Wednesday at about 4:00p.m. it was said there were 3,000 of us lined up to get seats. My amazing roommate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt; went and stood in line on the HYPER field at 2:45. I was supposed to be there at 5 after my class was over, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt; text me at 3 and said I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;'d&lt;/span&gt; better hurry and get there. I was in my Adult Development and Aging class (yes, it's as fun as it sounds) and our topic was death and dying. Right before my professor started the lecture she told us that last year when she taught the same lecture a girl started crying because her grandma had died the day before. She felt really bad for the girl so she told us that if anyone needed to get up and leave during the lecture that it was just fine... and that was when I got the text from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt; saying I should leave. Great timing, right? So, I got up and left class, and yes everyone stared at me as I walked out. But, what else was I supposed to do? I HAD to go to the game. :)&lt;div&gt;I stood outside from 4:30 to 6:15 and it was FREEZING. I can only imagine how cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt; was...she is such a sweetheart. When we got in the Spectrum we could hardly find any seats together so we all ended up splitting up. In fact most of us ended up sharing seats. Me, David, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Huss&lt;/span&gt;, Sara, and Flin all had that pleasure. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, for the best part... WE WON! 61-71. The first half was a little rough for us, and was quite nerve wracking to say the least, but the second half was great. It all changed when Preston hit back to back 3 pointers and from then on we pretty much dominated. The Spectrum was loud! I loved it. And yes, it was worth it. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlLAHwEiiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qx_sj8w_-Lg/s1600-h/fall+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlLAHwEiiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qx_sj8w_-Lg/s400/fall+048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438892715117090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To show how many of us were there. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK_igLWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rFqJaozjCAg/s1600-h/fall+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK_igLWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rFqJaozjCAg/s400/fall+029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438882716342546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;: Flin, Rascal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt;, and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK_igLWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rFqJaozjCAg/s1600-h/fall+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK_atn5HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ik-dZSvy71c/s1600-h/fall+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK_atn5HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ik-dZSvy71c/s400/fall+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438880625255538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rascal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Huss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK_atn5HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ik-dZSvy71c/s1600-h/fall+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK-_3t49I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Vg7-o0h8RUc/s1600-h/fall+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK-_3t49I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Vg7-o0h8RUc/s400/fall+018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438873419834322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK-UByNbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WGO1oiLN0d4/s1600-h/fall+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlK-UByNbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WGO1oiLN0d4/s400/fall+016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411438861650900402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt;... she was freezing to death. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-6452274189600339500?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6452274189600339500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-it-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6452274189600339500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6452274189600339500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-it-worth-it.html' title='was it worth it?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SxlLAHwEiiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qx_sj8w_-Lg/s72-c/fall+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-3529071818922217576</id><published>2009-11-08T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:34:45.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomies and Roadtrips</title><content type='html'>This weekend was GREAT. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; to the pie, shopping, picked up our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; decorations, and enjoyed the beautiful, amazing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunshiny&lt;/span&gt; weather. It was fantastic. Sade had the best comment of the whole trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank the Ford Focus was on his way past the refineries in North Salt Lake (ya know the ones that smell like rotten eggs?) Well, Sade sniffed and said "It smells like pretzels!" We all busted out laughing cause how in the world do rotten eggs smell like pretzels? We don't know- but apparently in Sade's world they are one and the same. :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like writing about all of it, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveHLlxYvdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vBtkkskZbag/s1600-h/fall+fun+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401934911241764306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveHLlxYvdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vBtkkskZbag/s400/fall+fun+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so I'm just going to post a couple pics... enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveHMD5cSMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/urL4KgS8WYc/s1600-h/fall+fun+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401934919328614594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveHMD5cSMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/urL4KgS8WYc/s400/fall+fun+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKVaxzo0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/x9P7zA_PicA/s1600-h/fall+fun+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401938378624312130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKVaxzo0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/x9P7zA_PicA/s400/fall+fun+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt; and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKU8SLWWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3PuaVlO21YA/s1600-h/fall+fun+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401938370438584674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKU8SLWWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3PuaVlO21YA/s400/fall+fun+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rascal in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; hot shoes we found in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;payless&lt;/span&gt;. they made her about 4 inches taller and were pink cheetah print... yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKUoe-pSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yqOSQtcAmnI/s1600-h/fall+fun+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401938365123568930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKUoe-pSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yqOSQtcAmnI/s400/fall+fun+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flin and I in the love sac store... our feet were tired. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKVkl32ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VecAhwv0IiM/s1600-h/fall+fun+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401938381258611090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveKVkl32ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VecAhwv0IiM/s400/fall+fun+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kij&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hailey&lt;/span&gt; after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aggie's&lt;/span&gt; basketball game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. we beat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Spartans&lt;/span&gt; by 30 points!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4328067689503979671-3529071818922217576?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3529071818922217576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/11/roomies-roadtrips-and-refineries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3529071818922217576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3529071818922217576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/11/roomies-roadtrips-and-refineries.html' title='Roomies and Roadtrips'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SveHLlxYvdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vBtkkskZbag/s72-c/fall+fun+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-7592904249052243619</id><published>2009-10-22T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:00:00.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dorable little houses&lt;br /&gt;golde&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gate bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crazy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reeway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one t&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ee hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;te nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;early mor&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people watch&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ea lions on the pier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ghirardelli &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hocolate factory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For fall break I got to go to San Fransisco and it was absolutely great. I loved the little houses, the colors they were painted, the STEEP narrow streets, the cliffs over looking the ocean, the city, shopping... everything. I have some pictures but my camera died on saturday (of course!) so until Sian or Holly send me pictures I o&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE1BSAgjSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OB-EykmMCgQ/s1600-h/P1000268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395652124696677666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE1BSAgjSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OB-EykmMCgQ/s400/P1000268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nly have them from Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0w2amhhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fdaZ54O2h5E/s1600-h/P1000245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395651842412021266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0w2amhhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fdaZ54O2h5E/s400/P1000245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0xU3pCQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PT0hrT-U3ZQ/s1600-h/P1000247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395651850586884354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0xU3pCQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PT0hrT-U3ZQ/s400/P1000247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0x_FUn2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eMfrDqTrLQc/s1600-h/P1000253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395651861918556002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0x_FUn2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eMfrDqTrLQc/s400/P1000253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0wmsmeVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bcAFEu1QcZ0/s1600-h/P1000242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395651838192548178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0wmsmeVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bcAFEu1QcZ0/s400/P1000242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE1BA5UBVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VKR5dQEBQXc/s1600-h/P1000255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395652120103093586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE1BA5UBVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VKR5dQEBQXc/s400/P1000255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE0wWAa91I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ck3l_7R7u8g/s1600-h/P1000238.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-7592904249052243619?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7592904249052243619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-3-san-fransisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7592904249052243619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7592904249052243619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-3-san-fransisco.html' title='San Fransisco'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SuE1BSAgjSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OB-EykmMCgQ/s72-c/P1000268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-4253199056215623590</id><published>2009-10-08T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:50:48.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while. . .</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while (a long while) since I last updated. So, I'll give you an a brieft synopsis of of what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started about 1 1/2 months ago. It's been going extremely well. I love most of my classes, and all my professors are great. I've been doing tons of group projects which mean late nights at the lib (mostly cause we start talking about random things and have a hard time getting our work done.) My group for Research Methods had a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; the other night. We finished section 2 of our paper at 11:30 and had to run to the Family Life building to slide it under our professor's office door. We got to Family Life, the door was unlocked, and we got it turned in. As we were walking back out of the building the janitor was locking the door. . . Now this doesn't seem like that great of an experience, but considering that if the door &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; been locked one of us would have had to wake up at 4:00 a.m. when the janitors arrived the next morning to turn it in. We were thanking our lucky stars that night...&lt;br /&gt;Not much else has been happening, at least not that I can remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Church:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the stake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; committee. It's a pretty low key job, which is great. . .That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Life&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have one. ha ha. Pretty much my roommates and I all just hang out with each other and with the girls down stairs (who were the girls next door last year- who we love.) We don't meet new people cause we all get along so well that we don't need anyone else. It's great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, technically &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;didn't but my friend Lindsay's roommate did. It's dark brown (again) with kind of a reddish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;purplish&lt;/span&gt; tint. Sometimes, in the sunlight, more red than brown. My mother doesn't like it. Neither do my brothers. Zack's exact words were "Nicole, your hair is ugly!" When I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Taigen&lt;/span&gt; if he liked it, he looked at me like I was crazy and shook his head 'no,' and Porter was nice enough to inform me that I should dye it back. Anyway, there are people that do like it, for example: my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt;, Kristy, Rich, and the girls downstairs. So, I guess you'll have to decide for yourself when you see it. (sorry, I don't have any pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there's a very brief update for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'll be in San Fransisco in exactly one week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! (i love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-4253199056215623590?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4253199056215623590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4253199056215623590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4253199056215623590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while. . .'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-1444324538378814369</id><published>2009-08-17T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:40:47.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag You're It!</title><content type='html'>I agree with Shantell- these tags just aren't as fun after I read Gen's first, because she has such a funny sense of humor. It makes my post look pathetic. But here goes. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Took family pictures. (see previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yelled at Porter for burping repeatedly for fifteen minutes  while I was trying to take a nap. He just doesn't understand why I think that's annoying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yelled at Brooke for bouncing the volleyball on our kitchen floor over. and over. and over. and over. She was also making this lovely noise while I was trying to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Updated my blog. (Two days in row- look at me go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked to Sian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saw Dave, my old co-worker from the Gateway. I miss that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thought about going for a run, but instead. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ate brownies and ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Favorite Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And that's about all I watch. Besides the news and Jazz games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight favorite restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Firehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Iggy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hi Mountain Drug (Gen, you guys have the BEST fries. Ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gateway Grille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mom's kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing my bestie Sian in approximately 42 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My new apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Seeing all my Utah State friends again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fall leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My birthday (Yes, I know that it is not for 8 more months.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Haydo to come home. ( One year and 8 months left. . . Not long at all. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To watch Brooke's volleyball games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Going to Rockville in September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kij&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I only have 6. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-1444324538378814369?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1444324538378814369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-youre-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1444324538378814369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1444324538378814369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-2513199001988459456</id><published>2009-08-16T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:38:46.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>Family pictures are torture. Not because I don't love my family, but because it it is virtually impossible for all of us to cooperate at the exact same moment to get one decent picture.  Zack and Taigen pull faces. My dad pushes me over. Alisha and Porter fight over who is touching who. Jason pulls Brooke's hair. And my poor mother yells at all of us to hold still and smile. She was so frustrated she even swore at my dad. Which gave all of us a good laugh. (When we got home Zack said "Mom, you taught me some new words tonight.") Love that kid. Anyway, our lovely photographer happened to catch one perfect moment of all of us being our true selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/Sojd-F2kyOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VikfJIAgj1Y/s1600-h/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/Sojd-F2kyOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VikfJIAgj1Y/s400/IMG_1832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370786614432024802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad's face is the best though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the fun tonight, we get to do it again on Wednesday. My mom doesn't really like any of them. (I don't know why, I think they turned out great. . . Don't you??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-2513199001988459456?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2513199001988459456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2513199001988459456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2513199001988459456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/Sojd-F2kyOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VikfJIAgj1Y/s72-c/IMG_1832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-1583776423794423482</id><published>2009-08-09T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:19:59.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Creeper - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I was going to finish the amazing story about the California Creeper that was started earlier- but the person who wrote it is now gone for two years to Guatemala. I would finish it myself, but I don't have quite the imagination that he does. Unfortunately. So, let it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suffice&lt;/span&gt; to say that I'm going to miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt; Smith while she is in Cali for fall semester. She was my lunch buddy- and we made the best lunches ever. She was my motivator to work out. She was the one person who I couldn't lie to- she has a sixth sense about when I'm not feeling the greatest. (It's kind of creepy. :) She was my study buddy in the library, where amazingly enough we actually did study. She stayed up late with me, and by that I mean, she made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; stay up late with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; :) We laughed at the same jokes- even when they weren't funny to anyone else. (Caitlin, you're such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maitlin&lt;/span&gt;!)  Creeper, remember when I stole your pill pill? And then I gave it back but Sade and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kij&lt;/span&gt; stole it again before you realized it? We searched the whole blasted apartment building for that dumb thing. Ha ha. Good times. :) Long story short... She's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Creeper I'm going to miss you this fall. If you don't come back in the spring, you know what will happen. It won't be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-1583776423794423482?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1583776423794423482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/california-creeper-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1583776423794423482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1583776423794423482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/california-creeper-part-2.html' title='California Creeper - Part 2'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-1668691152328827546</id><published>2009-07-24T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:55:13.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Creeper - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a little next door neighbor named...you guessed it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt;' Smith. Now as stories go this one cannot really be classified into a single category. At times you may call it a comedy, sometimes a suspense, but lately it fits under the category of drama. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; (insert creepy music here) Before the drama unfolds however, a quick background into the past adventure-filled year may shed a little light into the devious mind of the California Creeper. It all started (well for me anyways) on a quiet fall day after school. Well it wasn't quiet for long... little did we know our lives would be changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;We had all heard about the mysterious girl next door, who was said to be crazy (literally certifiable). We all blame that fateful day on Hannah, yep you heard me Hannah Montana or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus if you prefer. Because it was her picture on the front of a magazine cover that brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; into our apartment that day. Like a rabid mother bear protecting her young she threw herself in front of the danger that had hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt;... Rascal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Miley's&lt;/span&gt; face was torn in half that day, but it was nothing compared to the damage done to the creeper's heart.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; received plastic surgery in the form of scotch tape, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; slowly warmed up to us. Maybe that's an understatement. By the end of the year we couldn't get rid of her (not that we wanted to...most nights that is).&lt;br /&gt;Even though we didn't hang out much fall semester, because of a certain redhead, after Christmas break she had plenty of stories for us about all that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ensued&lt;/span&gt;. (Those will not be included in this compilation so don't even ask). But we will however have stories about the swinging spring semester so stay tuned for the next installment of the California Creeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may also have bonus material including stories from Sian's younger days (that's right the wild ones) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-1668691152328827546?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1668691152328827546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/california-creeper-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1668691152328827546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1668691152328827546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/california-creeper-part-1.html' title='California Creeper - Part 1'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-3925694395232197456</id><published>2009-07-19T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:32:02.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my last post, I was going to have a very exciting weekend. Although my weekend was great, I failed to take pictures because I forgot my camera. Friday Katie, Shantell, Kelsey, Chanae, and I went shopping in SLC. We didn't really find too many things but the funny experiences made up for it. Katie not knowing how to open her gas tank. Taking a picture in front of Olive Garden. Chanae and I sitting on the floor of Target waiting for Kelsey and Katie. Shantell trying on pants in the middle of the store. Among many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Rich, Katie, Brayden, and I went to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house. That was quite eventful. Katie and I were in charge of planning it because apparently we never plan anything and Brayden and Rich always have to. Poor kids. :) Anyway, we couldn't decide where to eat (because Katie and I both suck at making decisions) and by the time we found somewhere to eat and ordered our waitress had to put our food in to go boxes because we were going to be late. We raced to the temple and made it in the last group. The temple was amazing! The chandeliers were beautiful! We all wondered what the little stars symbolized that were cut out of the curtains. It didn't seem like the tour took very long, but it was way cool to see it. All in all, it was  a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went camping for our Lewis reunion. Camping meaning I went up in the mountains and hung out for a day then came home and slept in my own bed. :) It was so fun to see all my dad's cousins again. Lisa, Brooke, and I went on our traditional walk down the river. It was pretty chilly, but way fun. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I worked. It was great. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because blogger won't upload my pics, you don't get to see any. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-3925694395232197456?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3925694395232197456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-mentioned-in-my-last-post-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3925694395232197456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3925694395232197456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-mentioned-in-my-last-post-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-730772372161158718</id><published>2009-07-08T10:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:13:54.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My summer thus far hasn't been too exciting. But, nonetheless, I am still loving it. No homework, no classes, no study groups. It's great. :) The majority of my time is spent working or reading; and although I complain about my job, I really do love it. The people I work with are great and the customers always keep things interesting. As much as I love my job, I love reading even more. Obviously. I could sit in the sunshine and read all day and be completely content. I've been reading the likes of John Grisham, Jodi Picoult, and Lisa Scottoline. I occasionally read other author's works, but for the most part these are the authors that get my attention. Some of the better books I have read this summer are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Killer Smile&lt;br /&gt;*The Firm&lt;br /&gt;*The Pelican Brief (and I know half the world has read this and the afore mentioned book, but I hadn't read them until recently. If you haven't read them, are interested, and want to read them- do it!)&lt;br /&gt;*Birthright&lt;br /&gt;*Vanishing Acts&lt;br /&gt;*Perfect Match&lt;br /&gt;*The Broker&lt;br /&gt;*Genuine Lies&lt;br /&gt;*Second Glance&lt;br /&gt;*The Rainmaker&lt;br /&gt;*Courting Trouble&lt;br /&gt;*The Seventh Son&lt;br /&gt;*Dead Ringer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt; but every time I go to check it out, someone already has it. I've heard it's better than the movie, but then again, aren't all books better than the movie? The movie was pretty good by the way- and I just have to add that Flin cried harder than me when we went to see it. (Hay, Huss, Rascal, Sian, Kij, Sade, Linds, you can all shut your jaws now.) :) In fact that's the most I've seen Flin cry since I met her- which was 7 years ago. . . ANYWAY, that will be the next book on the list, and I'll let you know what I think of it...&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who were completely bored to death by this (and therefore the recent activities of my summer) I do have a great weekend planned so don't even worry. I'll be sure to blog about it so you all don't think I've gone senile. . . Ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-730772372161158718?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/730772372161158718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-summer-thus-far-hasnt-been-too.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/730772372161158718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/730772372161158718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-summer-thus-far-hasnt-been-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-611093416908967460</id><published>2009-05-26T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:09:11.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a flag blowin' in the summer wind over some fallen hero's grave"</title><content type='html'>I went up to the cemetery yesterday to visit my grandpa's grave and to see the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;flags&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Memorial Day&lt;/span&gt;. The wind was blowing pretty hard and the flags looked so awesome! I thought of these words from the Rodney Atkins song &lt;em&gt;It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, "It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;flag&lt;/span&gt; blowin' in the summer wind over some fallen &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hero's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grave." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340151095901210130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/ShwHIN4axhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9xX_2kfnw3M/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340151103299761202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/ShwHIpcXtDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pmnXLs8I43o/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The pictures don't do it justice, it was so much cooler than it looks here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The headstone for my grandpa's grave finally came a couple weeks ago. I think it turned out very well...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340151084534308226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/ShwHHjiVnYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xtaOAK09ZJw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The front. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340151088555551090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/ShwHHyhE6XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3xhLHCdLAZo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The back. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In person it looks so much better because you can see all the intricate details. If you look in the kitchen window in the house you can make out a shape. The people who put the stone in said that it was grandpa eating breakfast.  The details on both the front and back are amazing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm grateful for those who serve our country so I can have the freedoms and opportunities that I do. In America . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a high school prom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a Springsteen song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a ride in a Chevrolet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a man on the moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And fireflies in June&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kids sellin' lemonade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's cities and farms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And open arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One nation under God&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's America&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause it's a kid with a chance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a rock n roll band&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a farmer cuttin' hay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's America&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-611093416908967460?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/611093416908967460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-flag-blownin-in-summer-wind-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/611093416908967460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/611093416908967460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-flag-blownin-in-summer-wind-over.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a flag blowin&apos; in the summer wind over some fallen hero&apos;s grave&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/ShwHIN4axhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9xX_2kfnw3M/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-4309630101496076510</id><published>2009-04-28T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:08:06.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl named Nicole. She had the best cousin in the entire world, and his name was Hayden. When they were little they played night games, built hay forts, went to kindergarten together, and hung out all the time. As they grew up they were still best friends but instead of hay forts, night games, and kindergarten, they went to high school football games, movies, plays (remember Little Women?!?) and to breakfast together. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayden turned 19 in February and he decided to go on a mission. He leaves for the MTC tomorrow- my birthday-and from there he will go to Argentina. I'm going to miss him like crazy. (Even though he teases me mercilessly!) Sunday was his farewell and tons of people came to listen to him speak and he did a great job. Sunday I had to tell him goodbye because I have finals this week and had to come back up to Logan. I gave him a poem I had written for him and while he was reading it I started to cry. It is so weird to think that I won't see him for two years! I'm so proud of him for wanting to serve the Lord but that still doesn't make it any easier. I gave him a big hug before I left for Logan and we both just cried and cried. Since we were crying my mom started crying and we all had one big cry fest. I cried all the way to Brigham City and then started again when I drove into Logan. The result of my crying was a headache that is still lingering today. I also had swollen eyes Monday morning. Yeah...not pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I am also moving back to Kamas after finals, which means I have to say goodbye to all the great people up here (luckily it's just for four months and not two years.) I'm sure the tears will start flowing again. Sian has already started crying, so I better watch out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of these two stories is that I HATE change. A lot of things can happen in two years. I'll be done with school (unless I decide to get my Masters) and who knows where I'll be living. My mom informs me that I could even be married -but I think that is highly unlikely. Things just won't be the same when he comes back. And I hate that thought. We won't be little kids with no worries ever again...It is a sad day indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-4309630101496076510?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4309630101496076510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4309630101496076510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4309630101496076510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-4546543863509030434</id><published>2009-04-13T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:46:55.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdowns</title><content type='html'>I have the best best friend in the entire world. her name is Sian N. Smith and she is just the mother-bleepin greatest person I have ever met in my life. We could all learn so much from her. I am going to be very sad in three weeks when I have to say bye to her for the summer. I shouldn't have to say bye to my best friend but I guess it's what has to be done. But I guess it'll just make things so much better when we are finally reunited in August. . .&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Sian N. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...my real post (before Sian hijacked my blog) was going to be . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;countdowns&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of the school year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;days till I am no longer a resident of Pineview Apts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;days till Flin is no longer my roommate :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;days till my birthday! :) and till Hayden leaves :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more days of waking up at 7:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more days of stats class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more papers to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more weekends till summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more chance to make lasting memories (Sian N. Smith's brilliant mind came up with that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;days left of snow...hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love Kij&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-4546543863509030434?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4546543863509030434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdowns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4546543863509030434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4546543863509030434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdowns.html' title='Countdowns'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-813580006791191297</id><published>2009-04-05T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:19:28.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and the Farm</title><content type='html'>I just love my grandma. She is pretty much the greatest lady that has ever walked this earth. I got to spend Saturday and Sunday watching conference with her. My family is gone to Rockville so she took me under her wing. :) She made me homemade chili- which is my absolute favorite, and called to check on me to make sure I wasn't freezing to death. Which I actually was because I can't build a fire to save my life. (My dad would have been very disappointed. He's tried and tired to teach me, but I failed miserably.)&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the rest of the cows that my grandparents had were sold. Grandma came home from the temple and she was so sad. My heart broke when she told me about coming home and seeing they were all gone. She went to take pictures of the barnyard and she was crying. It was heartbreaking to see what my grandparents had worked for all their lives to be gone so fast. It will be so weird to go home and not see the baby calves out our back window, go to the barn and get milk, hear the milkers going in the morning, and seeing the cows in the field in the summer. My little brothers and cousins won't have the experience of building hayforts in the barn, eating picnics in the hay, playing in the sawdust, seeing new baby calves, moving cows down to the field, and best of all getting fresh milk from the barn. Though the farm will no longer be the farm, I'm so grateful that I have the memories that I do. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-813580006791191297?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/813580006791191297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandma-and-farm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/813580006791191297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/813580006791191297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandma-and-farm.html' title='Grandma and the Farm'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-1378669800784402876</id><published>2009-03-22T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:21:03.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine, Sisters, and Aggies</title><content type='html'>This weekend was so fun! Brooke and Chanae came up to Logan to visit. We went to The Hub watched the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Aggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; play Marquette. We lost by ONE! One point. It was so sad! Sian and I were screaming the whole time and our voices hurt by the end. Jared Quayle and Tai Wesley both fouled out. That alone almost brought us to tears, let alone the actual loss. We are on the countdown until November when the Aggies start playing again. The only bummer will be that Gary Wilkinson will be gone. :( But the Aggies will still be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we (Sian, Brooke, Chanae, Candace, Jared, Dusty, Matt, Ashley, Riss, Brittany, Hayley, Ryan, and I) went and played &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;soccer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on the HPER field. It was fantabulous. The &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was amazing! It felt so good compared to the usual cold. I actually got a little sunburned and it was great. Saturday we also sat outside for a while and got some more &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- which was good cause today it rained! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is but better than snow though, so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke is one of the most &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt; people I have ever met. We were watching "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitely, Maybe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night and there is a part where they start singing "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." She wasn't really paying attention cause she was sending a text. She looked up and started to pay attention to the movie when they started &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it, so what does she do? She just joined right in on the song until she realized that she was the only one singing and it was the movie. I was the only one who heard her, so we both just started laughing. It was &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt;. Great times. Here is one more story of her great sense of humor... I sent her home with a book that I had checked out from the Kamas library for a book report. She texted me tonight and this is how our conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: "When is your book due?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " I don't know for sure, but I think Tuesday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: "oh ok, I should have took it back by then. It's a great book." (yes, great english Brooke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Are you serious? I thought is was stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: "NO! Do you really think I would ATTEMPT to read it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I didn't think so, but if you did read it I was going to be impressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was the just of our conversation. It probably isn't even &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt; to anyone but me, but I thought it was hilarious. The fact that I actually thought for a second that she was actually reading it was &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hysterical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in and of itself. She hates to &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love it. And that's just the start of our differences. As Sian likes to point out Brooke is the cool one- not me. :) She is outgoing, I'm not. She is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in a good way), I'm not. She doesn't use correct english, I do. Ha ha, just kidding Brooke. Anyway, this weekend was great because of the amazing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, A&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ggies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and of course my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Love ya sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-1378669800784402876?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1378669800784402876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine-sisters-and-aggies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1378669800784402876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/1378669800784402876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine-sisters-and-aggies.html' title='Sunshine, Sisters, and Aggies'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-2361914110354724695</id><published>2009-03-12T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:39:18.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WARNING: This will be a long post. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My Spring Break started on Monday the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and goes till the Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I decided that I was sick of school and I actually came home on the night of Thursday the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I am just going to recap my last week for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thursday March 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I walked through my front door at about 10:00 at night. Hayden, Paige, Brooke, Jason, and my Mom and Dad were the only ones still awake. They were all sitting in the living room and when I came in they all looked at me like I was an alien. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; they weren't expecting me.) I stayed up and talked with them till who knows when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Friday March 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This day is pretty much a blur. I woke up at 11 and I stayed in my sweats all day. I played "Blink" with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Taigen&lt;/span&gt; about 50 millions times, Brooke and I went running (in the snow!), and . . . I don't remember what else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Saturday March 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My Dad's 44&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! (He's practically ancient!) :) My mom, dad, and Jason went to Alisha's basketball game in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up around 10:30 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haydo&lt;/span&gt; came up. We made some chocolate chip cookie dough...and then just hung out for a while. I took a nap (I decided the reason I slept so much was because all the late nights in Logan have finally caught up to me.) I went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shantell&lt;/span&gt; to drop her dad off at the airport and then drove back. It was great fun. :) After Richie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; were done playing old man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bball&lt;/span&gt; at the church I went and hung out with them. I could only hang for like an hour and a half, but it was good to see them. They haven't changed a bit.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sunday March 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I woke up (well actually Jason woke me up) at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;10:35. I had slept through my home ward's church, so I decided to go to the singles ward-which starts at 11. In Woodland. Hayden came and picked up Jason and I at about 10:50. Yes, I got ready that fast. We came home from church ate lunch, and just hung out with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. I went to see my grandma for a bit and I went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chanae's&lt;/span&gt; house with Brooke and Megan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chanae&lt;/span&gt; is such a funny girl. Love her. We came home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nala's&lt;/span&gt; and Hayden and Paige came up. We stayed up till three a.m. discussing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;torterous&lt;/span&gt; things my parents did to us when we were little. For example: making us sweep and mop our kitchen floor when we were in 1st (yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;) grade!, made us haul wood, weed the garden, and when we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; REALLY mean to each other we had to pick a 5 gallon bucket full of rocks. To this day I HATE, and I mean HATE, weeding, hauling wood, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; picking rocks. (Have you ever picked rocks and had dirt get under your fingernails? Yeah, it's not the most pleasant feeling.) My parents found all of this quite hilarious and just laughed as we told them how picked on we used to be. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Monday March 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I woke up around 10:00 again. (man I love no school!) and went on a short run. It was FREEZING cold outside! After my run I hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Taigen&lt;/span&gt;. My mom made pies- apple, cherry, walnut, and pecan. I made the design on the top of the cherry pie. It was pretty sweet. :) I then took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Taigen&lt;/span&gt; to the library. I had to get a book that I had to read for a book report due next week. He wanted to get a movie. I ended up getting the book "Can You Keep a Secret" cause my other book wasn't there. My Great Uncle Marv and my Great Aunt Pat invited our family over for dinner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;. We went over and had the most delicious food. We had roast, cheesy potatoes, rolls, salad, and veggies. For dessert we had pie and ice cream and Aunt Pat made her amazing Texas Sheet Cake. My absolute favorite. No one can make it as delicious as her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tuesday March 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I read "Can You Keep a Secret" and found it to be quite hilarious. (Thanks Gen!) Although, if any of you are planning on reading it- ask me first. I'll let you know if you would like it or not. :) I also went back to the library and got my other book for my book report. I read that one as well- now I actually have to write the assignment- bummer. Alisha had another basketball game in PC so I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zackery&lt;/span&gt; to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bball&lt;/span&gt; game. It was so fun to watch. Little kids are hysterical playing basketball. He made a basket and his team won, so all in all it was a great success! I also got  a phone call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; saying that she would be coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kamas&lt;/span&gt; that night instead of Wednesday morning. Of course she actually didn't end up getting here until about 10:00-but hey- at least she showed up.  :) The first thing that she said when she got out of the car was "Nicole, when you said you lived in the middle of nowhere, I thought you were kidding. Now I know you weren't!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Wednesday March 11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I woke up from the worst sleep of my entire life! Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; and Brooke! :) Emily, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;, Brooke, Hayden, Candace, and I went to the Gateway for breakfast. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Em's and hung out for a bit. I actually ended up falling asleep on Emily's couch. That thing was com-fort-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ble&lt;/span&gt;! While Em went to get her bangs cut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; and I came back to my house and that is when disaster struck. . . Zack (bless his little soul) was home from school. He was showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; all the crazy stuff he could do, basically being a show off. He went to our fridge and grabbed a brown paper bag and handed it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; (it's not what you're thinking) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; felt the bag and then looks inside. . . and what is in the bag you ask? Two, of the most disgusting, smoked, nasty smelling, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;DEAD FISH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/Sbn8t5fW83I/AAAAAAAAADs/S7KM3Zr4bTE/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312555100916872050" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; had this genius idea to tell Zack to go hide one in my room downstairs. I told him "NO!" and gave him what I thought was a mean enough glare that he wouldn't do it. But after some more egging on from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;, he ran downstairs (while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; blocked the door from me) and proceeded to hide it in my room. I was mad. No, I was upset. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, even that is an understatement, I was livid! Everyone else thought it was hysterically funny. I tried to convince him for 5 minutes to go back down and get the fish. When he finally did, he came back up without it and said "I can't find it." Now, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;am told that I am a patient person, and I try to be, but when he said that he couldn't find the dead fish that was in my room, I about had a come apart. It made it worse when he told me that he had put it in my blue bag. Now, the blue bag is the bag that contains my CLEAN laundry. Not the dirty laundry that I need to wash, but the clean laundry, nicely folded and ready to be put away when I went back to Logan. Well, as you have guessed it is now no longer clean. Because Zack couldn't find the fish, Brooke went downstairs and found it. It was at the bottom of the bag. She brought the disgusting, stinking, dead fish up and put it in the garbage- where it rightfully belonged in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;After that disaster, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Emily's and ate dinner and watched the Jazz game. Then we packed our bags and drove to Bountiful to Sian's house. We met her mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;N'Lice&lt;/span&gt; and her sister Jessica. Her mom is hysterical and it is so funny to watch those two interact with each other. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thursday March 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to ALISHA! Today she turned 13! I was at Sian's all day in Bountiful, so I didn't even get to see her, but I did talk to her on the phone and wished her a happy birthday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; made pancakes this morning for breakfast, then we all got ready and walked up the hill to Lindsay's house. We hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Linds&lt;/span&gt; for awhile- then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;we she had to go run her little siblings around we went to Sian's friend Becca's house. We watched the Utah State vs. Fresno State game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/Sbn8twO2TgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/G5etTWtxs_o/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312555098431704578" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt; It was pretty sweet! Williams had an a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;maz&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; game! It was way fun to watch. After the game we went back to Sian's and hung out, ate dinner, talked with her mom, discussed our Cali trip, and watched the final seconds of the Utah vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;TCU&lt;/span&gt; game. Pretty sweet. Then Em, Brooke, and I drove home. Brooke and I arrived home to two little chicks. Zack got them from his first grade class. They are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute! They are actually cheeping is I speak. (well type actually.) And I just found out that their names and Chip and Dip. But, according to Zack we have to have a "family meeting" to discuss what everyone thinks we should name them. He is such a funny kid.  Love him. And yes, I have forgiven him for the dead fish incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/Sbn8t7B2OCI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZHV8TP6DLZk/s320/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312555101329963042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Anyway, that's my spring break so far. I'm sure I've left out important parts. But my brain is on break too, and I can't remember anymore details at the moment. So, for those of you who have been telling me to blog- here you go! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-2361914110354724695?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2361914110354724695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2361914110354724695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/2361914110354724695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/Sbn8t5fW83I/AAAAAAAAADs/S7KM3Zr4bTE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-6201928520448411768</id><published>2009-03-01T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:15:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend. . .</title><content type='html'>This weekend my amazingly awesome sister Brooke and my equally amazing cousin Shantell came to Logan to see me! It was really fun. Friday night we went to dinner at Chili's with Em, Jared, Lindsay, Dusty and Sian. I saw my dad's cousin's daughter there- who I haven't seen since I was like 12 years old! We used to go to my grandpa and grandma's over Thanksgiving with each other, then she just disappeared. But don't worry, I found her at Chili's on Friday. :) I walked in and she was like "Nicole?!" It was fun to see her. . . anyway, after Chili's we went to Walmart and got stuff to make F'zookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMiWFIDI/AAAAAAAAADM/V7i_tnj7aWk/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296119233880114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMiWFIDI/AAAAAAAAADM/V7i_tnj7aWk/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMM4L3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/31XRQohwvPQ/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMM4L3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/31XRQohwvPQ/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMM4L3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/31XRQohwvPQ/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMM4L3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/31XRQohwvPQ/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296113471348530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMM4L3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/31XRQohwvPQ/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After our F'zookies Sian and Huss left us and went to a party. (We had enough sense not to go-apparently it was pretty crazy.) Lindsay, Dusty, Me, Brooke, Jared, Caitlin played catch phrase. By this time it was about one in the morning and we were all a little delirious. It turned into a big laughing fest. Cause that's what I do when I am tired- I laugh, and I sometimes can't control myself and I just keep laughing. . . Anyway, Sian and Huss came back from her party and Sian, Shantell, Brooke, and I stayed up till 4 a.m. before we finally crashed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday we went to Walmart again, I don't exactly remember why we went there- but nevertheless we did. Then we went to all a dollar-where we found many great prizes. :) We got some sweet puzzles, which we proceeded to do when we got home. No worries, we only spent about 7 hours of our day on the three of them. One was of a red barn in the winter time with lots of trees covered in snow. One was a little waterfall with a barn and a fence. And, last but not least we did a High School Musical one because we had a rockin' High School Musical Party!!!! We started with watching the first High School Musical, then we watched parts of the second one (apparently we were only allowed to see the best parts.) Then we made pasta, garlic bread, and salad and ate while we watched the third one. Instead of being quiet and watching the movie, everyone felt the need to comment and make fun of the acting. It was fine by me cause I thought it was pretty . . . cheesy. It was way funny listening to all of their comments. . . Sian, Brooke, Shantell and I stayed up again till 4 a.m. Sian and I were so tired that we fell asleep mid conversation. When Sian woke up a while later she was kind enough to get Brooke a blanket so she wouldn't freeze- you owe her one Brooke. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We woke up this morning and just hung out, went to Sian's apartment to see her and Riss and then my lovely sister and cousin left around 1:20 when we left for church. . . I am happy to report that this weekend I moved up on the 'KG' list. I am now at #5 instead of #10. Even though Sian just barely met Brooke and Shantell this weekend, they are still ahead of me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SasyEVhzeoI/AAAAAAAAADU/FuxmAM2940Y/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308391635866057346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SasyEVhzeoI/AAAAAAAAADU/FuxmAM2940Y/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shantell and I (Don't mind the bangs, they were being a little special yesterday.)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMM4L3zI/AAAAAAAAADE/31XRQohwvPQ/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4328067689503979671-6201928520448411768?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6201928520448411768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6201928520448411768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6201928520448411768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend. . .'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SarbMiWFIDI/AAAAAAAAADM/V7i_tnj7aWk/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-4900422283091020657</id><published>2009-02-25T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:45:59.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SaXf5Uf5e2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qlsbh3mwyMk/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306893911774034786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SaXf5Uf5e2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qlsbh3mwyMk/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is Sade's 19th birthday! She is the last of the birthday buddies in February, which is good because all of our brains are on overload trying to think of fun things to do. Here are the 19 things that make Sade the best!&lt;br /&gt;1. Her dance moves. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Her love for bread. . . It's her main source of nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;3. How she takes school way too seriously. . . Sade, you really need to stop studying all the time!&lt;br /&gt;4. Her garlic zucchini.&lt;br /&gt;5. Her amazingly sexy haircut!&lt;br /&gt;6. Her style.&lt;br /&gt;7. The fact that no matter what she wears she always looks freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;8. Her love for crepes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Her countdown till Brandon comes home. (which she informs us everyday of how much longer she has.) :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Her countdown till the end of this semester.&lt;br /&gt;11. All of her other countdowns. . . there are too many to name individually.&lt;br /&gt;12. Her itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny. . . FEET! (seriously, she can fit into little kids shoes. Once she even bought Ironman shoes that would have fit a 6 year old boy. They were pretty cool though.)&lt;br /&gt;13. Her "special" book. (Sade, you know what I'm talking about!)&lt;br /&gt;14. The  scar on her face, and the braces on her teeth. . . ha ha. I love you Sade.&lt;br /&gt;15. Her inappropriate comments.&lt;br /&gt;16. Her flower arranging skills.&lt;br /&gt;17. Her fantabulous painting skills.&lt;br /&gt;18. The fact that she only wears jeans three times a month. :)&lt;br /&gt;19. Her funny comments about Seventy. . .&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for always making me laugh. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sade! I love you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-4900422283091020657?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4900422283091020657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-sade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4900422283091020657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4900422283091020657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-sade.html' title='Happy Birthday Sade!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SaXf5Uf5e2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qlsbh3mwyMk/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-7056390001918230396</id><published>2009-02-25T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:39:33.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian and Riss's birthday poems!</title><content type='html'>Emily, Sade, and I decided that we wanted to write Sian and Riss birthday poems. We gave them to them when we celebrated theirs birthday's last Friday. . . Here they are- they probably won't be very funny to those who don't know the inside jokes, but enjoy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what? One day we met this girl when she stormed into our place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You held up Seventeen magazine and said, "who the 'h' ripped Miley's face?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was no doubt we were slightly disturbed and a little scared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We nicknamed you Sheniqua; whether we were friends or not none of us cared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You used to be too cool to hang out with us because of some dumb red-head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now we can't seem to keep you out of our apartment and out of Nicole's bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicknames were created; we are now known as Seventy, Kij, Flin, Leona, Rascal, and Ace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's better than the Huss, Broad, and Quazie that reside at your place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your infamous "YEAH!" and "Beyonce" voice can be heard from miles away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although your waltzing and pole dancing skills are a little risque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You put hot sauce on everything and you love red meat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can't handle Nicole's long fingernails and "disgusting" feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the Titans is your all time favorite show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although in pretty much every movie the waterworks start to flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One time we woke up to you sleeping in our apartment because you stole a key,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and Riss tried to pawn the blame off on Richard and Seventy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night you discovered that Emily had never been kissed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you pulled out the "manulator" and made a qualifications list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we met Jared and Dusty I'm sure they thought we were all a little whacked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But soon you and Dusty will be married with 12 1/2 kids. . . According to MASH it's a fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to be neighbors and best friends it's clear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll have a great time living by each other next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tonight let's get wasted, you bring the beer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope you have a fantastic birthday year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*IMPORTANT*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not have disgusting feet. I promise. Sian just doesn't like feet, so she thinks that everyone's are disgusting. Also, we do not- nor did we get wasted- it's just a joke. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RISS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Huss! We just wanted to wish you well on your birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're so glad you're finally nineteen. . . yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although your Lindsey Lohan skills are the bomb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Usher impersonation could be posted and seen at YouTube.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next best thing is how you have so much class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is evident when you run into a certain red-headed A#$!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love to tuck in your birthday buddy and tell her a story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you make sure they're never too scary or gory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't even mind when we stalk you on dates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we all know that Sian is your true soul mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second love of your life resides in the White House and his name is Obama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's pretty awesome but isn't as LBA as your momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we all get together for Sunday dinner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We say two prayers but your Catholic/Methodist prayer is the winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Sunday night we had some great plans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after Scott Fescher was introduced to 'Melody' he wasn't our No. 1 fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your cooking and running skills are simply the best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Dr. Evans makes you stick to your love goal, even if you think she is a pest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when you land 'Mr. Blue Eyes,' the all-time perfect man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he wants to make out with you, you can finally say, "Yes we can!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's your last year as a teenager, so make it great,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're so happy to be living by you next year, we know it's fate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Girls of Apartment 28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, Em, Sade, and I were pretty darn proud of ourselves. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-7056390001918230396?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7056390001918230396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/sian-and-risss-birthday-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7056390001918230396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7056390001918230396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/sian-and-risss-birthday-poems.html' title='Sian and Riss&apos;s birthday poems!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-3736863451119520451</id><published>2009-02-21T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:26:44.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No hair pics yet. . .</title><content type='html'>I have tried about 7 times to upload the pictures of my hair cut, and everytime something happens so it won't work. It is driving me crazy! Hopefully tomorrow when I have more patience, the internet will work faster and it won't keep freezing so I can upload the pics.&lt;br /&gt; Sade's hair is absolutely adorable! When I decide to cut my hair short, I will be cutting it in an A-line like hers. . . SO adorable! Anyway, until my computer decides to upload pictures, you'll just have to imagine it looking kind of like Carrie Underwood's- but longer. Layers but more piecey (is that a word?) and brown instead of blonde. So pretty much the only way it looks like hers is that I have the same style of bangs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-3736863451119520451?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3736863451119520451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-hair-pics-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3736863451119520451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3736863451119520451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-hair-pics-yet.html' title='No hair pics yet. . .'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-6668548078379138399</id><published>2009-02-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:28:50.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>So...Sade and I decided that we wanted to get our hair cut. My hair has been driving me crazy. I only do two things with it. Straighten it or put it in a pony tail. Boring! So, I was looking on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for pictures of how I want to cut it, and this is what I found: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304975273490785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZ8O536mJjI/AAAAAAAAACU/SoKwt1g9_zQ/s320/carrie-underwood-43-cma-th%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granted, I do not look a thing like Carrie Underwood- she is freaking gorgeous, and her hair is &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;, but I can always hope right? I don't know if I am going to cut it quite as short as hers is. I'm thinking I'll only cut off between 4-6 inches. We are going to a salon here in Logan so I don't know the girl who is going to be cutting my hair. Caitlin went to her a couple weeks ago and said she did a really good job. I'm a tad bit nervous that this could turn out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not going to lie, I probably will cry if she cuts off too much. I've been growing it out &lt;em&gt;forever!&lt;/em&gt; I've not cut it (only trims) since my freshman year of high school. It now reaches my waist . . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; time for a change. I'm thinking that adding lots of layers will make it easier to curl and style. Although since I do not have the patience, I'm most likely just going to be doing it straight and in a pony tail for the rest of my life. . . oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. there will be before and after pictures posted sometime tomorrow or next week! Everyone say a prayer it will turn out well. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-6668548078379138399?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6668548078379138399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6668548078379138399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/6668548078379138399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZ8O536mJjI/AAAAAAAAACU/SoKwt1g9_zQ/s72-c/carrie-underwood-43-cma-th%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-3182167666940729235</id><published>2009-02-17T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:31:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZtIU4HL2tI/AAAAAAAAACE/XEspIf5-7-E/s1600-h/n569346038_1860141_9183%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303912509655997138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZtIU4HL2tI/AAAAAAAAACE/XEspIf5-7-E/s320/n569346038_1860141_9183%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;February is birthday month for apartments 27 and 28 (if you couldn't tell that already.) Today is Sian's 20th birthday. She was so excited for her birthday that while I was asleep at approximately 12:30 this morning she came into our room and jumped on my bed. She wanted me to wake up and tell her happy birthday! Instead of the kind words she was expecting I told her to "leave now!" Don't worry I told her happy birthday later when she wasn't rudely distrupting my sleep. :) Here are the 20 things that make Sian awesome. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Her AMAZING singing voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Her sweet dancing skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Her awkward smile. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How she rubs her face when she is nervous or embarassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The fact that she is my lunch buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She has her creeper skills down to an art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The fact that she thinks February is the best month. Even though I've given her significant proof that it is not, she refuses to change her mind. (April the best in case you're wondering.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Her good looks. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. How she NEVER seems to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. She is extremely thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. How she comes off as being so tough, but she really is just a teddy bear. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. How she doesn't like sugar. (I wish I could be just like her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Her 'KG' list, even though I am currently #10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Her love for Miley Cyrus, even though we think she needs dentures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. She stays up late talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. When she makes me tell her what is bothering me even when I don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. She makes us all laugh hysterically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. She is always happy, in fact I've only seen her sad one time this whole year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. She studies in the library with me, and surprisingly doesn't talk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. She is a slut. She isn't any ole' slut, but the ONE AND ONLY SLUT! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Sian. (and for those who don't know, I didn't give her the name of slut, she came up with it herself.) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-3182167666940729235?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3182167666940729235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-sian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3182167666940729235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/3182167666940729235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-sian.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIAN!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZtIU4HL2tI/AAAAAAAAACE/XEspIf5-7-E/s72-c/n569346038_1860141_9183%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-9194006987091717436</id><published>2009-02-17T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:04:32.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Riss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303894998271314786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZs4ZlHuy2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/LmgWSkeYg8M/s320/n680100304_5573675_1673%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was Riss's 19th birthday! Yahoo! We didn't get to celebrate with her because we were all home for President's Day, but we will definitely be making up for it this weekend. :) The 19 things that make Riss great. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. She's a runner. . . 'nuff said. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. She does an awesome imitation of Gretchen from &lt;em&gt;Mean Girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. She makes delicious scalloped potatoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. She puts up with us in apt. 28&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. She (tries) to keep Sian out of trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. She doesn't mind us stalking her on her dates. In fact I'm pretty sure she found it quite hilarious. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. She makes us all laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Her dancing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Her Usher impersonations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. She makes the BEST turkey sandwiches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Her love for Obama. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. She likes to have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. She tells amazing bedtime stories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. She is alyways happy. Always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. She is kind to everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. She makes delicious waffles with strawberries and whipped cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. She is a February birthday buddy. (That was for you too Sian, Sade, and Emily.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. She is a huss. Not just any ole' huss but THE ONE AND ONLY HUSS! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you Riss and hope you had a fantastic day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-9194006987091717436?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/9194006987091717436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-riss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/9194006987091717436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/9194006987091717436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-riss.html' title='Happy Birthday Riss!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZs4ZlHuy2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/LmgWSkeYg8M/s72-c/n680100304_5573675_1673%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-4572729330248211980</id><published>2009-02-12T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:23:51.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO JAZZ!</title><content type='html'>So, Emily's surprise birthday present was going to the Jazz vs. Lakers game. Caitlin's dad got us (Kij, Me, Em, Caitlin, Sian and Hayden) tickets somehow and also VIP passes to go eat dinner downstairs before the game and also during half time. We left Logan around 4:45 and shortly after Sian, Kij, and I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302101486754347090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZTZNeEQOFI/AAAAAAAAABM/IG98sg_NpFc/s320/166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We met Haydo down there and went to go eat downstairs before the game. There was such good food there! We had roast, potatoes, corn, carrots, pasta salad, green salad, rolls, watermelon, grapes, carrot cake, and chocolate cake. It was all delicous!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302101489871435698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZTZNprbN7I/AAAAAAAAABU/70DG0slEvDk/s320/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My favorite cuz and I at dinner!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302101490873025282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZTZNtaOQwI/AAAAAAAAABc/zJVeGz7hQOs/s320/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sian's pretty face eating her food. (The catering guy really appreciated the look on her face as well!) ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After dinner we ran up to our seats to watch the game. Sian sat on one side of me and Haydo was two seats away. They are both Lakers fans so we had a lot of fun harassing one another. The guy behind us told Sian and I that we were more entertaining to watch than the game! There were two best moments of the game. . . Okay, maybe three or four. The first was when Kobe got a technical. The second was Okur hitting the freakin' awesome three with about a minute left. Third, was when the Lakers missed their two three point attempts. And, the fourth was the final score! My other favorite part was the fact that Kobe missed some key shots in the fourth quarter as did Fisher. As for the Jazz, Williams had &lt;strong&gt;31 points and 11 assists, &lt;/strong&gt;and Okur had &lt;strong&gt;22 points, &lt;/strong&gt;including the amazing three pointer. The looks on the Hayden and Sian's faces were pricless as Kobe and Fisher both missed three pointers late in the fourth quarter and they realized the Jazz were going to win. I loved it! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302101495285900898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZTZN92VZmI/AAAAAAAAABk/KceX8hJMDHo/s320/238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy faces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302116612142983602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZTm94h66bI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3IWvHPQgPss/s320/236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL SCORE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were tons of Laker's fans around us (besides Sian and Hayden) and it was hysterical! One guy started yelling at the Jazz fans saying the "f -word" and something about a snowball. We aren't exaclty sure what it was because he was too drunk to be making sense. As we were walking down the stairs to go outside Sian was saying how the Jazz "still weren't going to make the playoffs and blah blah blah." A Jazz fan heard her and said how she didn't know what she was talking about and they were going to make it kept going on and on. Sian started laughing at him, which made him even more mad. I thought for sure she was going to get in a fight with someone. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302101499399816178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZTZONLKw_I/AAAAAAAAABs/5Hx4QzTXnho/s320/240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kij and I's happy faces and Sians sad face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the game we went to Caitlin's house where her mom had birthday cake for Emily, so we ate that and visited for a while. Our car ride home consisted of us singing Taylor Swift at the top of our lungs and rolling down the windows cause Caitlin was trying to cook us all. (In Kij's words, "it feels like we are in hell.") All in all it was a very eventful day and we had a ton of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, Hayden got his mission call! He is leaving on my birthday, April 29th, and is going to the Resistencia, Argentina Mission. I am so proud of him for going on a mission and will miss him terribly. As I was talking to him today he reminded me that he would be home before Brooke and Paige graduate from high school- and if I look at it that way, two years doesn't seem too long. It's weird to think that I will be 21 when he gets home though. Crazy! I'm glad he got to go to the Jazz game with us cause I won't be able to spend too much time with him before he leaves. :( I love ya cuz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-4572729330248211980?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4572729330248211980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-jazz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4572729330248211980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/4572729330248211980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-jazz.html' title='GO JAZZ!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZTZNeEQOFI/AAAAAAAAABM/IG98sg_NpFc/s72-c/166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-380435715382930827</id><published>2009-02-10T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:40:41.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to EMILY! (tomorrow)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZJbzrruToI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cxK3jJNSwsQ/s1600-h/stuff+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301400654826065538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZJbzrruToI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cxK3jJNSwsQ/s320/stuff+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow is Emily's 19th birthday! Emily is pretty much one of the nicest people that has ever walked this earth. She would do anything for anyone. I appreciate how she puts up with my messiness. When you walk in our room there's her side which includes her bed being perfectly made EVERY morning, and no clothes on the ground. Then, there is my side, the bed is NEVER made (and if it is made everyone asks me what is wrong!) there all clothes all over the floor by the bottom of my bed. She tolerates my messes better than anyone. She is the glue that holds our apartment together. She is the caring one, has the most patience, and cleans all the time. . . And we all love her for it, and appreciate it tons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Em, Kij, Candace, Sarah, Sara, Laurel, Caitlin, and I went to Iggy's for dinner. It was my first time going there and it was really good! Emily and I are going to go again when there is a Jazz game on and we can watch it on the T.V.'s there. I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301406648171119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZJhQioiQ0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QzMLlrUrDjM/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                              Em, Me, Kij, Rascal ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301409614911885522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZJj9Omp0NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6z_KbBHxNdk/s320/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 Sarah, Me, Candace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is going to be the BIG SURPRISE for her. (I can't say what it is yet, cause there is a chance she might read this tonight) But there will be pictures to show what the surprise is sometime later this week. . . Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY EM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301409622134814162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZJj9pgu9dI/AAAAAAAAABE/avooyXn7wDg/s320/163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                          Em and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-380435715382930827?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/380435715382930827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-emily-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/380435715382930827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/380435715382930827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-emily-tomorrow.html' title='Happy Birthday to EMILY! (tomorrow)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SZJbzrruToI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cxK3jJNSwsQ/s72-c/stuff+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-7307689824099256844</id><published>2009-02-03T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:14:13.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday In Kamas</title><content type='html'>Saturday night as I was hanging out with the one and only, amazing Sian Smith, Brooke texted me saying that Suzie was going to be coming to Kamas the next day. I deci&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298754565195946562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYj1M_p72kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w10HKXqUPfo/s320/Kaitlin+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ded that since I don't get to see her very often, and the fact that she is pretty much the most amazing person ever, that I should make a quick trip to Kamas. I arrived Sunday around 11:30. I got to meet Suzie's grandkids Isaiah, Kaitlin, and Nathan- all of whom are ADORABLE! I also got to meet her two daughters Steffaine and Jessica. They are gorgeous! We took them tubing behind the snowmobile in grandpa's field, and they loved it. Kaitlin was scared of the tubes, sleds, and the snowmobile, so I just held her while we watched her mom on the tube. She loved the fact that the cows said "Moo." She thought it was so neat. Isaiah became buddies with Zack and Taigen, and played all day. They had to leave to Salt Lake to go see an aunt, so I got only to see them for about 4 hours, but it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;I also got to eat really good food while I was home. My mom (the amazing cook that she is) make mashed potatoes, gravy, turkey, rolls, and veggies. Alisha made brownies and apple crisp for dessert. It was all so good- especially after the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I had been eating for the past week! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s1600-h/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748186914480002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s320/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYj1NDf9-tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qbKSDkNJFd4/s1600-h/P1000154%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298754566227884754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYj1NDf9-tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qbKSDkNJFd4/s320/P1000154%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s1600-h/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s1600-h/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s1600-h/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s1600-h/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s1600-h/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYjvZutIX4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cDYC5jZUosY/s1600-h/P1000149%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-7307689824099256844?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7307689824099256844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7307689824099256844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7307689824099256844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Sunday In Kamas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/SYj1M_p72kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w10HKXqUPfo/s72-c/Kaitlin+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-7931136287265212666</id><published>2009-01-30T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:39:34.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Morning!</title><content type='html'>Before I start telling about my morning- there is something about me that you must know, to fully understand this story...Every morning I set not one, not two, but THREE alarms. Yes, three. And why do I set three alarms you ask? I set the first one about thirty minutes before I HAVE to wake up. The first one is to half wake me out of my slumber, and just in case I am feeling ambitious I have the option to get out of bed and get an early start on my day. (Side note: I have not once- NEVER gotten out of bed when the first alarm goes off- yet I still continue to set it just in case one day I find an extra burst of energy and WANT to get up before the required time.) The second alarm is set about five minutes before the third one. The second one is to let me know that I only have five more minutes in my warm and amazingly comfortable bed. :( Then finally the third alarm is to let me know I have to get up NOW or else I won't make it to class on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This morning I had a test at 7:30 a.m. (very early!) So last night I went to bed early (as in 11:45) so I could wake up on time, and not be tired for my test. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this morning I hear my first alarm go off. I reached up and turned it off. about fifteen mintues later the second one went off. As I was waiting for the third alarm to go off I fell back asleep- which wouldn't have been a problem, except the third alarm didn't go off! The next thing I knew, Emily was saying "Nicole, isn't it 7:45?" I jumped (literally) out of bed, freaking out, I ran to  my closet grabbed a sweatshirt, some pants off the ground, put on some boots, grabbed my backpack and ran out the door. You think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. Did I brush my hair? No. Did I brush my teeth? No. Did I put on deoderant? No. Did I even put a shirt on underneath my swe atshirt? No. Did I even look in the mirror? No. Anyway, I got to campus at 7:55, which goes to show just how fast I really ran out of my house. I got to class and 8:00, I was praying that my professor would let me take the test- which she did. I personally think she was a little scared of the mess of the person that I was, and thought that if she didn't let me take it, she would be attacked. I only had twenty mintues instead of fifty to take it, but I still finished- and got an 89% to boot. (Not that an 89% is that great, but it's better than the 0% I would have gotten if Emily hadn't awakened me.) Emily is now &lt;em&gt;officially&lt;/em&gt; my most favorite beyond favorite roommate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-7931136287265212666?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7931136287265212666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-crazy-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7931136287265212666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/7931136287265212666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-crazy-morning.html' title='My Crazy Morning!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328067689503979671.post-5645972599595012540</id><published>2009-01-29T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:01:09.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm not exaclty sure how this is going to work out. My roommate Kjarinda convinced me to create a blog- so I decided to try it. Most likely it's not going to be anything exciting, revolutionary, or profound but here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've learned at Utah State!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That although my life is not mystical- Caitlin's is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sian is the energizer bunny! She requires no sleep, and NEVER EVER slows down. Seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never tell your roommates when you are going on a date, or you might be stalked. (Huh Riss?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We don't plan. . . We plot! (Sade &amp;amp; Candace, that was for you.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candace acts like a 5 year old when asked to take a "family" portrait. You would think that since she is 18 years old, all her jitter-bugs from her toddler years would be gone. But nope, she still has plenty left. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never let Emily and Sarah clean the sink at Angie's by THEMSELVES. They get quite sick afterwords.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never allow Sian to obtain a key to your apartment cause the next thing you know she will be sleeping in your bed, power boxing you while in the shower, and invading your privacy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't get your hopes up for receiving mail. They will be dashed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't try to pick up men at Olive Garden- no bueno.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sian is just as big of a cry baby as I am, actually she is probably worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Utah State Aggies basketball is the best!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how many times I turn the thermostat down, inevitably someone else will turn it back up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, no matter how many times I remind people to turn off the lights when they leave the room, I always have to do it myself. Now I know why my dad was always bugged by it. It drives me absolutly crazy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:30 a.m. classes are not the best idea for someone like me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, my roommates are the best! Couldn't ask for better ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328067689503979671-5645972599595012540?l=nicolemlewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5645972599595012540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-im-not-exaclty-sure-how-this-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5645972599595012540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328067689503979671/posts/default/5645972599595012540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolemlewis.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-im-not-exaclty-sure-how-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662129071417966481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nk5hrL5vMlw/S1pCq0ROTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ZB2ogGHGUY/S220/fall+029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
