<?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-1535836943847128120</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:04:34.887-08:00</updated><category term='children'/><category term='Nikon D80'/><category term='Sam Beam'/><category term='Irresistible Revolution'/><category term='books'/><category term='chandelier'/><category term='cupcake'/><category term='roadtrip'/><category term='Austin'/><category term='Iron and Wine'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Shane Claiborne'/><category term='Leslie Ludy'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Halcyon'/><category term='The Trapeze Swinger'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='Aveda'/><category term='Paula Dean'/><category term='africa'/><category term='Fionn Regan'/><category term='Bar'/><category term='William Fitzsimmons'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='Baton Rouge'/><category term='Mac'/><category term='Dowtown'/><category term='TX'/><category term='The Last Kiss'/><title type='text'>A little bit of everything</title><subtitle type='html'>“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-6050647818409492237</id><published>2009-09-29T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:13:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's so much easier for someone to drag you down to their level.. than for you to lift them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words I'm learning to live by. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-6050647818409492237?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6050647818409492237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=6050647818409492237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6050647818409492237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6050647818409492237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/09/mamas-words.html' title='Mama&apos;s Words'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-3378436724996501611</id><published>2009-09-24T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:19:50.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Planets Bend Between Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I will race you to the waterside&lt;br /&gt;And from the edge of Ireland shout out loud&lt;br /&gt;So they could hear it in America&lt;br /&gt;It's all for you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a love like that someday. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-3378436724996501611?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3378436724996501611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=3378436724996501611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3378436724996501611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3378436724996501611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/09/planets-bend-between-us.html' title='The Planets Bend Between Us'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-6784647386245626532</id><published>2009-09-15T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:49:58.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki Gigi Papa and MOMMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SrBgYGG1XJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CG2e6ikRIEY/s1600-h/SCAN0008_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SrBgYGG1XJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CG2e6ikRIEY/s320/SCAN0008_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381907521780145298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The anxiously awaited day is drawing near! &lt;br /&gt;In just seven short weeks I will officially be Aunt Kiki, mom will be Gigi and daddy will be Papa. &lt;br /&gt;But the craziest of all is that sister will be Mommy! I can't believe it. My best friend/sister is going to have a son. It is absolutely insane to me. I can not wait to meet the little man. I never thought that I could love someone that I've never even met, but lo and behold I am already crazy in love with my nephew who isn't even here yet. Josiah Leeland is going to be spoiled rotten by kiki gigi and papa. His nursery is coming together nicely and it's looking like a baby lives in April's house more and more each day. I'm sure the child proofing will begin in my own house soon. &lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's enough baby talk for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xoxo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-6784647386245626532?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6784647386245626532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=6784647386245626532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6784647386245626532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6784647386245626532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiki-gigi-papa-and-mommy.html' title='Kiki Gigi Papa and MOMMY'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SrBgYGG1XJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CG2e6ikRIEY/s72-c/SCAN0008_2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-5003940547826658019</id><published>2009-09-11T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:37:56.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paula Dean'/><title type='text'>and THAT'S why I love Paula Dean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SqrC-kWoQzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aUbF79jc7ss/s1600-h/pa1a01_cake1_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SqrC-kWoQzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aUbF79jc7ss/s320/pa1a01_cake1_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380327085013746482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Cake:&lt;br /&gt;1 (18 1/4-ounce) package yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;Filling:&lt;br /&gt;1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 (15-ounce) can pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 (16-ounce) box powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the cake mix, egg, and butter and mix well with an electric mixer. Pat the mixture into the bottom of a lightly greased 13 by 9-inch baking pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the filling: In a large bowl, beat the cream cheese and pumpkin until smooth. Add the eggs, vanilla, and butter, and beat together. Next, add the powdered sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and mix well. Spread pumpkin mixture over cake batter and bake for 40 to 50 minutes. Make sure not to overbake as the center should be a little gooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with fresh whipped cream.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-5003940547826658019?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5003940547826658019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=5003940547826658019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/5003940547826658019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/5003940547826658019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-thats-why-i-love-paula-dean.html' title='and THAT&apos;S why I love Paula Dean'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SqrC-kWoQzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aUbF79jc7ss/s72-c/pa1a01_cake1_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-5246301516390727462</id><published>2009-08-18T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:53:40.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt; I am nothing special; just a common girl with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-5246301516390727462?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5246301516390727462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=5246301516390727462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/5246301516390727462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/5246301516390727462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/08/duke.html' title='Duke'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-764982226061399838</id><published>2009-07-28T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:45:35.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dowtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halcyon'/><title type='text'>Halcyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Kari and I are at a Coffehouse/bar/lounge in downtown Austin called Halcyon... awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I need to move here. Like, now. &lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is so chill.&lt;br /&gt;There's indie music blaring and Mac nerds everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;What more could I ask for? Seriously? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xoxo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/Sm_h2yP5USI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CV6fKAcfcfg/s1600-h/3393894287_dc6d3f6eef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/Sm_h2yP5USI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CV6fKAcfcfg/s320/3393894287_dc6d3f6eef.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363754012539179298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-764982226061399838?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/764982226061399838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=764982226061399838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/764982226061399838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/764982226061399838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/07/halcyon.html' title='Halcyon'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/Sm_h2yP5USI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CV6fKAcfcfg/s72-c/3393894287_dc6d3f6eef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-8373610184439393801</id><published>2009-07-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:09:37.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Fitzsimmons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halcyon'/><title type='text'>Well Hello There, Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I don't know if I could ever fully describe how much I am completely head over heels in love with this city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's to moving on...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/Sm-E9DmZxKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8yUkNvmK24k/s1600-h/3616148564_26c591a2d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/Sm-E9DmZxKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8yUkNvmK24k/s320/3616148564_26c591a2d5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363651865694815394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-8373610184439393801?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8373610184439393801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=8373610184439393801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/8373610184439393801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/8373610184439393801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-hello-there-austin.html' title='Well Hello There, Austin'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/Sm-E9DmZxKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8yUkNvmK24k/s72-c/3616148564_26c591a2d5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-9129876765899151995</id><published>2009-07-25T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:33:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;One more day and my best friend and I will be Austin bound. &lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;There's entirely too much that needs to be done tomorrow, but I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to pack up and go on my first legit adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ToDo List:&lt;br /&gt;Wash/clean out/pack jeep&lt;br /&gt;Wash the cooler &lt;br /&gt;Print out the maps&lt;br /&gt;Program the gps &lt;br /&gt;Pack my bags&lt;br /&gt;Last minute shopping at Target &lt;br /&gt;...I think that's all.. for now... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SmvqfO_bJ1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Ra5N58ENOg/s1600-h/5248_1154804080973_1553820004_390457_595804_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SmvqfO_bJ1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Ra5N58ENOg/s320/5248_1154804080973_1553820004_390457_595804_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362637603635668818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-9129876765899151995?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/9129876765899151995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=9129876765899151995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/9129876765899151995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/9129876765899151995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/07/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SmvqfO_bJ1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Ra5N58ENOg/s72-c/5248_1154804080973_1553820004_390457_595804_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-7707967087947539587</id><published>2009-07-08T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:23:25.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlV-xXQwYaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wvfhz2f2YBE/s1600-h/3381413247_b325630384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlV-xXQwYaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wvfhz2f2YBE/s320/3381413247_b325630384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356326718350057890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Jeep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;320 miles of open road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Austin, Tx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;William Fitzsimmons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could say I'm slightly ecstatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe this is exactly what I'm in need of right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... Just 17 more days... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1535836943847128120-7707967087947539587?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7707967087947539587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=7707967087947539587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/7707967087947539587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/7707967087947539587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/07/seventeen-days.html' title='Seventeen Days'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlV-xXQwYaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wvfhz2f2YBE/s72-c/3381413247_b325630384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-3147521399975754267</id><published>2009-07-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:34:43.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leslie Ludy'/><title type='text'>Taken from Authentic Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVy1NKOdFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uxEYsAE6EMU/s1600-h/2154848562_f172b55624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVy1NKOdFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uxEYsAE6EMU/s320/2154848562_f172b55624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356313590218257490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:Arial;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have known him for years. He has been a close family friend. He had many appealing qualities, but i had never really thought about him in a romantic way. It was true that he had a sensitive and tender side that I had seen on a few occasions. But he was also extremely passionate about truth, and I felt sometimes he came across a little too strong on certain points. To be honest, he intimidated me. It also seemed that he was a little too involved with "church stuff." When I thought of him, i was reminded of Sunday school lessons with flannel Bible story characters or gold offering plates-- this was not exactly the atmosphere for true love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He was one of those people with a piercing gaze that can see straight into the depths of your soul. Because of this, i had gone out of my way to avoid him for the past few years. For some time now my life had been a chaotic mess of compromise and confusion. I didnt want him to see what i had become. If he found out what i had done, i was sure he would sternly reprimand me and remind me that it was too late for me to ever discover anything more. But i soon realized i was very VERY wrong about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I found him waiting for me by the apple trees near my back gate one day as i headed out for a morning walk. I was startled to see him there, surprised that after all these years, and all the times i ignored him, he still wanted to spend time with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I gave him a tentative glance, and he smiled at me--a tender, intimate smile that made my heart lurch in spite of itself. I quickly looked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Can i walk with you?" he asked in a gentle voice I nodded, still avoiding his gaze, and he fell into step beside me. We made our way in silence for a while, listening for the occasional chatter of a squirrel or high-pitched chirp of a robin. I kept my eyes on the gravel path at my feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I missed you," he told me simply. Though it was obvious to both of us that I was the one who had put the distance between us, there was no hint of accusation in his tone. I bit my lip and nodded again, unsure of what to say in response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We walked a little farther, and i realized his presence was both refreshing and comforting. I could  feel his tender eyes watching me, silently tell me how important I was to him, though i could not figure out why. Nothing else was said during the rest of out time together that day, but i sensed that something more was about to happen between us. I just want sure if i was ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our friendship grew slowly. The more time i spent with him, the more i realized how utterly different he was from any guy i had every encountered. In him, there was none of the sex-hungry glances that i recieved from the guys at school, not a trace of flirtatious teasing that had always surrounded me, not a strain of seductive charms i had grown accustomed to in men. But somehow i knew that he loved me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That he deeply desired me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That he found me beautiful. I had hardly dared to hope that i had finally found the one man that could fulfill all of these long-forgotten dreams of mine. Even if he could be my prince, I was sure i had found him too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I couldnt help but wondering wether or not it was too good to be true. The more time i spent around him, the more something inside me just wanted to desperatley surrender and fall into his arms. But i was afraid to let myself trust him, I was afraid of that what decision might cost me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My guard slowly came down. No matter how many times i tried to pull away from him, i repeatedly fell back into his arms. And never once did he stop lavishing me with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One morning, as i was sitting alone on a bench in the crisp spring air, i felt him softly approach me. He didnt have to speak. I took a long look into the unfathomable depths of love in his eyes, and i melted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With tears coursing down my face like a cascading waterfall, i fell into his arms and told him passionately that my heart belonged to him and no one but him. At that moment, my life, my pursuits, my friends, everything i had built my world around, faded into nothingness. None of it seemed even remotely important anymore. Nothing mattered now, but him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As I whispered my devotion to him, a brilliant peace crept steadily into my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and began to quietly mend its broken pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-3147521399975754267?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3147521399975754267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=3147521399975754267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3147521399975754267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3147521399975754267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/07/authentic-beauty.html' title='Taken from Authentic Beauty'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVy1NKOdFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uxEYsAE6EMU/s72-c/2154848562_f172b55624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-349582979096177566</id><published>2009-07-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:59:13.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainin' on Sunday, stormin' like crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Louisiana summertime rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must say that I have grown quite fond of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlFoVWIWKrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jlFWLDD-Xz0/s320/122905901_f5eb41e0b7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355176147847359154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-349582979096177566?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/349582979096177566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=349582979096177566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/349582979096177566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/349582979096177566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainin-on-sunday-stormin-like-crazy.html' title='Rainin&apos; on Sunday, stormin&apos; like crazy.'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlFoVWIWKrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jlFWLDD-Xz0/s72-c/122905901_f5eb41e0b7-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-6566561961862600597</id><published>2009-06-28T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:06:10.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep breath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put music to our troubles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we'll dance them away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1535836943847128120-6566561961862600597?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6566561961862600597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=6566561961862600597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6566561961862600597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6566561961862600597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-breath.html' title='Deep breath...'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-2007713572168594854</id><published>2009-06-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:55:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I Am Not Jewish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SkFdX_yAoQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p019UJFS_uE/s1600-h/469423718_409dc68196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SkFdX_yAoQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p019UJFS_uE/s320/469423718_409dc68196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350660499132424450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"We don't want our own beliefs, G-d of Peace, we want You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-mewithoutYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I get asked entirely too often if I am jewish because I prefer to not fully spell out the name of G-d in most cases. No, I am not jewish. I do not consider myself to be any one particular "religion." My political and religious views tend to be extremely eclectic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Below I will list just a few facts and or quotes so you can get a glimpse of the way I see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preferring to not fully spell the name of G-d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A jewish tradition- The prohibition is on erasing or defacing the sacred name, therefore jews take care in where writing it.  The practice only applies to the Hebrew, but has been extended into english. It has nothing to do with o's or dashes, The purpose is what the practice teaches us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am pro-life not because I hate liberty, but because I hate the idea of killing children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I should die with more than ten pounds to my name, may every man call me a liar and a thief." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-John Wesley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Mama T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"You guys are all into that born again thing, which is great. We do need to be born again, since Jesus said that to a guy named Nicodemus. But if you tell me that I have to be born again to enter the kingdom of God, I can tell you that you have to sell everything you have and give it to the poor... because Jesus said that to one guy too....... but I guess that's why God invented highlighters.. So we can highlight the part we like and ignore the rest." &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:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; -Rich Mullins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1535836943847128120-2007713572168594854?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2007713572168594854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SkFdX_yAoQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p019UJFS_uE/s72-c/469423718_409dc68196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-4079481115048350299</id><published>2009-06-21T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:55:57.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam Beam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron and Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Trapeze Swinger'/><title type='text'>Please remember me, fondly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Sam Beam, You will always hold a special place in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe The Trapeze Swinger will forever be one of my top 10 favorite songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's just something about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My dear, but if I make the pearly gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll do my best to make a drawing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of G-d and Lucifer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a boy and girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an angel kissin' on a sinner"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaves me speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By far one of if not &lt;i&gt;the &lt;/i&gt;most subtly beautiful songs I have ever heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-4079481115048350299?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-858243167406797015</id><published>2009-06-07T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:46:28.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>youtube.com/mschristophe&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzwKsrecLFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzwKsrecLFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div 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Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-3380267588759361149</id><published>2009-05-31T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:21:43.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon D80'/><title type='text'>Photography Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well... My I was reading a few blogs back and saw where I posted something about sharing my photography with you guys, and I have yet to do so! So here we go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm still learning and trying to get the hang of finding the right lighting and trying new angles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I shoot with a Nikon D80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;AF-X DX Zoom-Nikkor 18-135mm F/3.5-5.6G IF/ED Lens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7_u-3eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PkKghf-XhBg/s1600-h/DSC_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7_u-3eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PkKghf-XhBg/s320/DSC_0261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342253152177413602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7mI2WuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FDJsX4f7d-I/s1600-h/DSC_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7mI2WuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FDJsX4f7d-I/s320/DSC_0250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342253145306585826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7W3hXDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YUhMpC6xB-k/s1600-h/DSC_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7W3hXDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YUhMpC6xB-k/s320/DSC_0227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342253141207374898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7A1T9kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f_UMYlESJko/s1600-h/DSC_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7A1T9kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f_UMYlESJko/s320/DSC_0220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342253135292528194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-dTTZ7WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EMERCmW4Q3I/s1600-h/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-dTTZ7WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EMERCmW4Q3I/s320/DSC_0203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342252624854510946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-dKjTPXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RWFi0TpGG_A/s1600-h/DSC_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-dKjTPXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RWFi0TpGG_A/s320/DSC_0175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342252622505262450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-cr45d-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Io8il8XPd_s/s1600-h/DSC_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-cr45d-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Io8il8XPd_s/s320/DSC_0152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342252614274349026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-cZBEp4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/cs-uh8rEggY/s1600-h/DSC_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-cZBEp4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/cs-uh8rEggY/s320/DSC_0140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342252609208362882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-CvXvnQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GO4VbrAWzkU/s1600-h/DSC_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-CvXvnQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GO4VbrAWzkU/s320/DSC_0136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342252168532434178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN9yt7GhkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zu7_ymSEAIk/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN9yt7GhkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zu7_ymSEAIk/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342251893265958466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1535836943847128120-3380267588759361149?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3380267588759361149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=3380267588759361149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3380267588759361149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3380267588759361149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/05/photography-update.html' title='Photography Update'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SiN-7_u-3eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PkKghf-XhBg/s72-c/DSC_0261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-4391885997982290318</id><published>2009-04-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:04:41.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me "Mrs. Fitzsimmons"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SdmNTXg1IMI/AAAAAAAAADI/8GO3j-Bf8uo/s1600-h/P4040051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SdmNTXg1IMI/AAAAAAAAADI/8GO3j-Bf8uo/s320/P4040051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321439798583697602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister and I went to see Mr. William Fitzsimmons Saturday night in Fort Worth, Texas. My love for him has grown even more after seeing him in the flesh. "Amazing" doesn't begin to describe him in all of his bearded glory. The four hour drive was needless to say- very much worth it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/williamfitzsimmons"&gt;Check out Williams profile&lt;/a&gt; if you get the chance. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers-&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/1535836943847128120-4391885997982290318?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4391885997982290318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=4391885997982290318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4391885997982290318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4391885997982290318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-call-me-mrs-fitzsimmons.html' title='Just Call Me &quot;Mrs. Fitzsimmons&quot;'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SdmNTXg1IMI/AAAAAAAAADI/8GO3j-Bf8uo/s72-c/P4040051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-4209929296067184133</id><published>2009-04-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:54:40.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a point.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;73*F and scattered thunderstorms. I wake up at 7:40AM and going back to sleep is all that my heart desires. It's just too bad that for the first time in ages I woke up completely refreshed, and sleep was the last thing my body wanted. Turn the TV on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever happened to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; morning television? Or was there ever any to begin with? There's no reason a person who has no plans for the day, yet can't go back to sleep, should have to choose between cheap talk shows and... well, cheap talk shows. Who really wants to watch reruns (or even new) episodes of Maury as soon as they wake up? Certainly not I. So I lay in bed patiently and listen to the rain, while checking Facebook on my iPhone, of course- as I wait for Ellen to come on (guilty pleasure.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Music starts playing, Ellen dances her way onto the stage and the crowd stands and joins her... then it happens- The rain completely stops, the sun comes gleaming in through my window, and the birds start chirping. Finally! But now I find myself at a loss as far as what to do. Do I stay in bed and watch Ellen, or do I get up and start the day? Let's compromise, I'll stay in bed for 15 more minutes, then get up and find something productive to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;15 minutes later I find myself sitting here in front of a computer screen, tweeting on Twitter and being annoyed yet again by the new Facebook layout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This definitely isn't my "something productive" for the day... but I think it's a good start. &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/1535836943847128120-4209929296067184133?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4209929296067184133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=4209929296067184133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4209929296067184133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4209929296067184133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/04/without-point.html' title='Without a point.'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-1186157833724797583</id><published>2009-02-06T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:13:43.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello" -iMac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My iMac came in yesterday and holy moses I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's much more than I expected and I'm so thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm currently listening to the album "Davy" by Coconut Records. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still reading A Million Little Pieces by James Frey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have a little extra surf time, check out this organization: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com"&gt;Invisible Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1535836943847128120-1186157833724797583?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1186157833724797583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=1186157833724797583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1186157833724797583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1186157833724797583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-imac.html' title='&quot;Hello&quot; -iMac'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-6703814257850485687</id><published>2009-01-30T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:15:01.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'>Macnerd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During February 4th thru the 9th I will be sitting on my front porch awaiting the arrival of some handsome fella dressed in brown. That's right, I'll be waitin' on UPS. There's a good chance I'm one of the dorkiest girls around, but I am a huge&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nerd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started with the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/"&gt;iPod&lt;/a&gt;. Five years ago, to be exact- I got my first iPod for Christmas. It was love at first sight. I had no idea what it was or what it was good for, but I sure did love it. I remember it vividly- I didn't know how to use it but eventually I imported a "best of" album by Jennifer Knapp. Oh, those were the days. (Believe me, my taste in music has grown... a lot) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One to two years later I discovered the beauty of the Mac. My parents generously decided to buy me a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;MacBook Pro&lt;/a&gt;. Once again it was love at first sight. To this day I have yet to experience the first problem with my MacBook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then here comes the oh-so chic&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt; iPhone 3GB&lt;/a&gt;. Though it's had a few glitches here and there, I love it dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This brings us to todays big news. I just ordered a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/imac/"&gt;24" iMac&lt;/a&gt; and I am ecstatic. Completely ecstatic. The last time I had a desktop computer I was probably 10 years old and it was a Gateway (need I say more?) I'm stoked and I can't wait to see that fella in brown show up at my doorstep. It'll be Christmas morning all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-6703814257850485687?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6703814257850485687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=6703814257850485687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6703814257850485687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6703814257850485687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/01/macnerd.html' title='Macnerd.'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-8968368593328797627</id><published>2009-01-29T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:26:24.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Being unwanted, unloved..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;"Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat." -Mama T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I'm learning to want you. I'm learning to love you. I'm learning to care for you. I'm learning to remember you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;One day I hope to post a blog saying that I've finally fully grasped the concept of this wonderful woman's words. To exist completely selflessly. To live on 10% and give you the 90. To love you more than I love myself. I'm not there. I want this desperately. I'm learning, I'm learning, I'm learning to love and to be love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;peace,friends.&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/1535836943847128120-8968368593328797627?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8968368593328797627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=8968368593328797627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/8968368593328797627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/8968368593328797627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-unwanted-unloved.html' title='&quot;Being unwanted, unloved...&quot;'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-4191559169092595209</id><published>2009-01-03T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:39:34.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hello 2009, How Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changes to be made throughout the course of this new year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo blogging with my new amazing D80. It's neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus help me find an amazing job with amazing people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College? Jesus school? JHOP, maybe? Who knows... Certainly not I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I''ll work on not being so quick to judge and so easily angered.  (But believe me, the girl that was checking me out today in Target &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;could have used an attitude adjustment.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I'll start on that one tomorrow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe it's time to dust off my bicycle. The weathers nice... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm currently favoring Tilly and The Wall as far as tunes go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading Skinny B***h. (It's actually a very interesting/informative read if you don't mind the vulgar language. There's a lot we don't know about the food we consume)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The art project I'm currently working on is a mosaic collage.. I'm so excited to see how this one is going to turn out. Pictures will be up as soon as it's finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but certainly not least... I've recently started sewing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...So far this new hobby of mine isn't my cup of tea, but I love it! &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/1535836943847128120-4191559169092595209?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4191559169092595209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=4191559169092595209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4191559169092595209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4191559169092595209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-hello-2009-how-are-you.html' title='Oh Hello 2009, How Are You?'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-1798490372018575969</id><published>2008-08-20T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:52:14.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purging.</title><content type='html'>I just cleaned out my closet and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my goodness &lt;/span&gt;it was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mess!&lt;/span&gt; I can actually see the carpet now, and I haven't been able to in years.. no seriously. I am the epitome of "pack rat." I bagged up 4 large trash bags of clothes and 3 bags of trash/shoes. &lt;div&gt;It's encouraging to see that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; learning to move on and let the past be the past. Funny conclusion to come to after only cleaning out a closet, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found so many incredible things that I haven't seen in years. Mostly pictures... childhood pictures. I think those are the best treasures to find when cleaning. I sat down and looked through boxes of photos from when April and I were kids, and it almost brought tears to my eyes. I miss those days.. but like I said, I'm honoring the past, but not living in it anymore.&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/1535836943847128120-1798490372018575969?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1798490372018575969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=1798490372018575969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1798490372018575969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1798490372018575969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/purging.html' title='Purging.'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-3379080578778325061</id><published>2008-08-18T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:15:23.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irresistible Revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fionn Regan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shane Claiborne'/><title type='text'>Manic Media Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SKobKSPEvuI/AAAAAAAAABg/q-vlbVK20Ho/s1600-h/719554721_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SKobKSPEvuI/AAAAAAAAABg/q-vlbVK20Ho/s320/719554721_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236027380279328482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fionnregan"&gt; Fionn Regan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I really love his rockabilly style. His lyrics can be quirky, goofy, cut throat and inspiring all at the same time. Not many artists can pull that off. As of late, my favorite songs are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Good or Be Gone &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put A Penny In The Slot. &lt;/span&gt;He also has a new song up titled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Protection Racket... &lt;/span&gt;It's very quirky and "Regan-esq." So have a listen.. You might take a liking to it.&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;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;My last &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; rental was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434139/"&gt;The Last Kiss.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I actually don't recommend it to anyone that didn't like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0333766/"&gt;Garden State. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's really edgy and very "Zach Braff." They drop a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of f-bombs, and I think that might be part of the reason I didn't like it. So if you're into semi-indie flicks, and you got a kick out of Garden State... then The Last Kiss would tickle your media taste-buds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the fact that I just started reading&lt;a href="http://www.thesimpleway.org"&gt; Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne&lt;/a&gt; for the second time, is reason enough to recommend it as an amazing life-changing book. There aren't many words that can describe the beauty of this book.. Just read it. &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;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1535836943847128120-3379080578778325061?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3379080578778325061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=3379080578778325061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3379080578778325061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/3379080578778325061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/manic-media-monday.html' title='Manic Media Monday'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SKobKSPEvuI/AAAAAAAAABg/q-vlbVK20Ho/s72-c/719554721_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-6039475526220855818</id><published>2008-08-14T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:53:00.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chandelier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>A Few Things That Make Me Smile ((updated 8-15))</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;chandeliers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think I get it from my momma. They're so elegant... to me, it's almost impossible to find a crystal chandelier that isn't beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31236929_c6e16a9ef6_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/31236929_c6e16a9ef6_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Africa is in my heart. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Africa's children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;pierce me like nothing else can. Every part of their being shines. To me, they are lovely and flawless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;amp;current=574239576_942d1b8f8d_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/574239576_942d1b8f8d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;read.&lt;/span&gt; I think that, for me, the best part of being out of school... is the fact that I can read whatever book I'd like. Right now I'm reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother Theresa: The Private Writings of the Saint of Calcutta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;amp;current=306663973_f594e6d754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/306663973_f594e6d754.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;cuppycakes. &lt;/span&gt;I especially love baking them with my sisters. I enjoy color, and with cupcakes, no two have to be the same.. you can use any colors, and it still looks delightful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2206143753_d084de76f7_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/2206143753_d084de76f7_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for April to have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;little girl! &lt;/span&gt;I love that her room is going to be entirely too sweet for words. If I had a girl, I would want her room to be everything she could dream of. My room is pink and brown, and this next picture shows what my room would look like if I were 6 years old, and could decorate on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2243956124_22be0fdc67_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/2243956124_22be0fdc67_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I find myself laying upside down in my bed, listening to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;iPod. &lt;/span&gt;I like finding the songs with a zero play count... and hopefully falling in love with a new sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8140561-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/P8140561-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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;Today, my favorite song is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/xfatallygorgeoussecret"&gt;Swans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/xfatallygorgeoussecret"&gt; by Unkle Bob. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-6039475526220855818?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6039475526220855818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=6039475526220855818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6039475526220855818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6039475526220855818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='A Few Things That Make Me Smile ((updated 8-15))'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-4216571699162507787</id><published>2008-08-14T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:53:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At That Cutie Patootie</title><content type='html'>I got a Coach purse! ...and I couldn't feel worse about it. I bought my mom one in San Antonio, and she ended up taking it back so I could pay off my credit card. She didn't have to do that, but did anyways.. then turned around and bought me one this past week. She's very generous. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is it, but the leather on the bottom of mine isn't brown, it's a light cream/pearly color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12447_bbkbk_a1_side.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/12447_bbkbk_a1_side.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Iron and Wine's video for Boy With A Coin yesterday. I don't know what to think about it. It's very plain jane, but at the same time it's so "Sam Beam" that it works and makes me like them even more. &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/1535836943847128120-4216571699162507787?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4216571699162507787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=4216571699162507787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4216571699162507787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/4216571699162507787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-at-that-cutie-patootie.html' title='Look At That Cutie Patootie'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-2330855989470471341</id><published>2008-08-08T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:30:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A BJ Junkie</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion that the reason God put me on this earth.. is the lust over &lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/betsey%20johnson/dash30_2008/logo_betsey_johnson.gif?o=12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk187/dash30_2008/logo_betsey_johnson.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jewelry. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(PS that was a joke.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My mom and I went to Dillards today and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my word&lt;/span&gt; there's a good chance I fell in love with Betsey Johnson. I've heard of her before today, but I've never seen any of her pieces. Her style reminds me of Ed Hardy, just with a softer edge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story is that I found a watch that I would love to have. I think the reason I like it so much is because it looks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely &lt;/span&gt;similar to a watch that April gave me about a year ago. I loved that watch, but last December when we went to Dallas to go Christmas shopping, someone stole everything we bought and all of our luggage... which of course included my favorite Dollhouse watch. Oh well. So, here it is. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;current=5479_white_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/5479_white_l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;current=5479_white_c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/5479_white_c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-2330855989470471341?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2330855989470471341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=2330855989470471341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/2330855989470471341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/2330855989470471341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-of-bj-junkie.html' title='Confessions Of A BJ Junkie'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-6216420367225559699</id><published>2008-08-07T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:18:00.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a while, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Euphoria" &lt;/span&gt;means more to me than just an incredible scent by Calvin Klein. Last night when I got home, I went to tell my parents to have a good night, and for the first time in Lord knows how long... my dad told me that he was proud of me. I don't know what I've done to make him proud. I'm the first high school graduate on his side of the family who chose to not pursue med school or go into the land man business. I chose to not only go to beauty school, but take a year off before doing so. Nothing to jump for joy over. &lt;div&gt;Overlooking all of that, I make my daddy proud... and I know this because he's told me so. That might not mean much to some, but it means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more than the world&lt;/span&gt; to me. I haven't had the best relationship with my dad in the past eighteen years, but for some reason things seem to be changing. I don't know what happened.. and I don't even know when it happened.. but I've got a feelin' that my sweet Jesus had something to do with it. And I don't think it stops here. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it doesn't stop here. &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;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/?action=view&amp;current=103_0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/hawaiiansunsets/103_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-6216420367225559699?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6216420367225559699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=6216420367225559699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6216420367225559699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/6216420367225559699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-2471857983453730897</id><published>2008-08-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:00:26.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take It From Me</title><content type='html'>There's an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; chance that I make more mistakes than twenty Obama supporters &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;combined.&lt;/span&gt; I talk when I shouldn't, and I don't say a single word when I should. That's my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; problem. There also a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;problem that I have, it's trusting people too easily. I let them in on my life's little secrets, and I don't regret it until they give me a reason to. Lately the reasons are coming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; soon and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; often. I guess I would rather trust too easily than not trust at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning, and I'm thankful that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;grace &lt;/span&gt;meets me every new morning. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/moving%20forward/lovebomb_xxx/immoving4ward.jpg?o=9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg285/lovebomb_xxx/immoving4ward.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-2471857983453730897?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2471857983453730897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=2471857983453730897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/2471857983453730897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/2471857983453730897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-it-from-me.html' title='Take It From Me'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-1965036839262372956</id><published>2008-07-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:30:06.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baton Rouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aveda'/><title type='text'>Baton Rouge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to take a year off and work a part-time job while working on my music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be moving to Baton Rouge next fall-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attending Aveda Institute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thrilling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-1965036839262372956?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1965036839262372956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=1965036839262372956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1965036839262372956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1965036839262372956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/07/baton-rouge.html' title='Baton Rouge.'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-8330511929625829192</id><published>2008-06-25T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:17:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome Dove</title><content type='html'>I love being alone most of the time. I enjoy being able to think clearly without anyone else persuading my thoughts. I like spending time with my Jesus.. outside of a church service. I really do enjoy just sitting, or walking, or riding my bike... talking to Jesus. It's a beautiful thing. He doesn't always talk back, (or maybe I'm just not listening...) but the times I hear Him clearly... I wouldn't trade it for the world. &lt;div&gt;Other times I wish there were other people around. Not a lot, just a few. A few good people who know what I'm talking about, and understand my quirky off the wall sense of humor. (Though that's a lot to ask of someone... considering the fact that sometimes I don't even get what I'm saying.) There are a couple people who I know that I can be myself around, no strings attached. Then there are the few that I wish I could let see that side of me. There's one particular person that I wish for most of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't wait, the road is now a sudden sea.. and suddenly you're deep enough to lay your armor down."&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 was pointless, indeed. &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/1535836943847128120-8330511929625829192?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8330511929625829192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=8330511929625829192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/8330511929625829192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/8330511929625829192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-intentions-of-leaving-you-filled.html' title='Lonesome Dove'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-1995871985063014310</id><published>2008-06-24T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:11:19.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to go home. It's only been 3 full days and I'm already homesick. I guess the boredom is getting the best of me. There's only so much sight seeing that can be done. And it definitely isn't fun being alone. April is flying down Thursday night.. Oh I can't wait. I'm tired of walking around downtown aimlessly by myself. Things like this get old fast. &lt;div&gt;I brought a few things to entertain myself with (i.e. The Office seasons 1&amp;amp;2, my guitar, art supplies..etc.. ) but blogging seemed to be the better choice for now. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&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;I just wanna go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535836943847128120-1995871985063014310?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1995871985063014310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=1995871985063014310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1995871985063014310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1995871985063014310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/06/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535836943847128120.post-1757106715934609666</id><published>2008-06-09T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:25:53.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Walked In Paths I Didn't Even Know Existed.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to believe that the rest of this year will be this way. &lt;div&gt;I want you to know that I think of you often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sometimes okay with you not knowing, because I fear you will not feel the same. &lt;br /&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;And I think your heart is real beautiful. &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/1535836943847128120-1757106715934609666?l=nikkichristophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1757106715934609666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535836943847128120&amp;postID=1757106715934609666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1757106715934609666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535836943847128120/posts/default/1757106715934609666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkichristophe.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-walked-in-paths-i-didnt-even-know.html' title='I&apos;ve Walked In Paths I Didn&apos;t Even Know Existed.'/><author><name>xoxo, Pocahontas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02738049075640842554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjPhNde9-0/SlVpD3nFQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGuwfaGmvyU/S220/Photo+251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
