<?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-6019118891472539629</id><updated>2011-10-21T19:11:38.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just nicomi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6672408099335637730</id><published>2011-10-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:11:39.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Utah so fun to visit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wpCZsTpjpQ/Tm7t6nesTBI/AAAAAAAAArE/vipG8OBV6Qc/s1600/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651716173682461714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wpCZsTpjpQ/Tm7t6nesTBI/AAAAAAAAArE/vipG8OBV6Qc/s320/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B020.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always disliked the idea of living in Utah but man i like to visit, and then i love to leave!  We packed up and headed up the my aunts 80Th and all the pomp and circumstance that it entailed.  It was funny how at the end of the party I talked to some cousins that I barely knew and had a blast talking to them! I wish we could have talked more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is the Provo pool... quite possibly one of the funnest places in the world. We have made memories in those two tubes of wonder.  In these tubes i first discovered that my family laughs alike.  I have never laughed as hard with whoever i was breaking the rules with! we had to go out of our way to make it to this mecca!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, we were going down and we were told the right side was "slower" side and the left being the "faster" we decided that  the fast side would be ok to go down... In my head i thought it cant be that much faster... Umm, yeah it can be... i was shot out like a bat outta hell to only be tossed ass over tea kettle. I ended up on my belly laying down with water flying up into my face (not my favorite thing) so i decided to flip over and sit up... I had no idea where i was and when i sat up i hit my head so hard i almost knocked myself out. Was it worth it? Absolutely!  Until we meet again Provo pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG1IaWh51eM/Tm7t6eySSOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5gv7a1EIg5Y/s1600/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ4vGyFwJxQ/Tm7t6MB9CII/AAAAAAAAAq0/axAWhsrewco/s1600/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651716166314166402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ4vGyFwJxQ/Tm7t6MB9CII/AAAAAAAAAq0/axAWhsrewco/s320/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B013.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the reunion we went up and stayed with my Aunt Genie and Uncle George in their gorgeous home in vernal Utah.  This is the canyon that they live in. Pictures don't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH-gzgKbrKw/Tm7tM5DCLLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OvpuYu9-Z2g/s1600/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715388124310706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH-gzgKbrKw/Tm7tM5DCLLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OvpuYu9-Z2g/s320/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B014.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went hiking up to the petroglyphs in their backyard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manny had the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGzSfW1AEA4/Tm7tMfeOYkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WULQwbEVYoY/s1600/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715381259035202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGzSfW1AEA4/Tm7tMfeOYkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WULQwbEVYoY/s320/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B004.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always hated hiking.  Mainly because someone at the front feels a need to be a mountain goat and jump up the mountain.  I have always been a tid bit competitive and i always lose in the hiking game. I don't like how hot it usually is and then you add the sun beating down on my skin and i get really cranky!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got out there while the shade was still on that side of the canyon and Manny stayed with me and my mom... we enjoyed being out there and taking in how beautiful the place was! i decided that i didn't mind hiking anymore!  Just don't think i will hike Kilimanjaro anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PXRu9E-_TQ/Tm7tMHojy2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/2JvasX4Pd1w/s1600/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715374859930466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PXRu9E-_TQ/Tm7tMHojy2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/2JvasX4Pd1w/s320/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B006.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a picture of the canyon facing toward my aunts house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKVaCs2ViGM/Tm7tLra7VLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/bX9BjtIFWPY/s1600/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715367286559922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKVaCs2ViGM/Tm7tLra7VLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/bX9BjtIFWPY/s320/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B003.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and these are just some of the petroglyphs.  It really is amazing to be able to see these drawings and to know that  they were from 1 a.d to 600 a.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6672408099335637730?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6672408099335637730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6672408099335637730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6672408099335637730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6672408099335637730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-is-utah-so-fun-to-visit.html' title='Why is Utah so fun to visit?'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wpCZsTpjpQ/Tm7t6nesTBI/AAAAAAAAArE/vipG8OBV6Qc/s72-c/utah%2Btrip%2B2011%2B020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-7635446333041168468</id><published>2011-10-21T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:09:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my honey do list for manny</title><content type='html'>When we first moved in all i could focus on was how much i hated the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;The ugly linoleum that rolled up 4 inches of the wall. Can&amp;nbsp;you say ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I hated the blue that went on the cream cabinets. &lt;br /&gt;I hated that the color of the walls was on the ceiling and doors.&lt;br /&gt;I hated that all you could see was BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;I hated the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUhEP32ar-g/TqIQRAYV5iI/AAAAAAAAAtE/15Pl1Bxw4_c/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666109165531424290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUhEP32ar-g/TqIQRAYV5iI/AAAAAAAAAtE/15Pl1Bxw4_c/s320/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B243.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. honey get me a new refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;2. Honey give me new floors.&lt;br /&gt;(Obviously i helped with the peel and stick linoleum squares.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BB97nc-qDro/TqIQQpboc0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/tDC8Y1J2Zbw/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666109159371207490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BB97nc-qDro/TqIQQpboc0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/tDC8Y1J2Zbw/s320/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B242.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey. paint the walls and give me pretty baseboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO_ezK4o3Ik/TqIQQasFaxI/AAAAAAAAAss/L_GsY1QrQhI/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666109155413682962" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO_ezK4o3Ik/TqIQQasFaxI/AAAAAAAAAss/L_GsY1QrQhI/s320/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B249.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey paint the cabinets and make them pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8BznysBbio/TqIM7idOsZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/jjhDrupiyX4/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B251.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666105498186723730" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8BznysBbio/TqIM7idOsZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/jjhDrupiyX4/s320/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B251.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey put in a new faucet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWotYThascQ/TqIM8AVITbI/AAAAAAAAAsg/cpCxMMS8Rec/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666105506205814194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWotYThascQ/TqIM8AVITbI/AAAAAAAAAsg/cpCxMMS8Rec/s320/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B256.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;honey paint the can for the light above the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTYe5MpYQTs/TqIM7YWZjkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YFef9sbjajo/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666105495473720898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTYe5MpYQTs/TqIM7YWZjkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YFef9sbjajo/s320/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B252.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey put on all new hinges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYjZhmgPNkI/TqIM7El_K0I/AAAAAAAAAr8/6d9tsVmhkaA/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666105490170391362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYjZhmgPNkI/TqIM7El_K0I/AAAAAAAAAr8/6d9tsVmhkaA/s320/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B253.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uuuINyffeHw/TqILzzl9hFI/AAAAAAAAArw/SGfeH0kAcMA/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;honey lets rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1DE04-igjPY/TqILzToF87I/AAAAAAAAArY/V39spvz0XoA/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B242.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of-8KPIUNmU/TqILy7Zm9ZI/AAAAAAAAArM/rIO4G9PxOYU/s1600/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(p.s. i did actually do a lot of the work for this kitchen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-7635446333041168468?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7635446333041168468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=7635446333041168468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7635446333041168468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7635446333041168468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-honey-do-list-for-manny.html' title='my honey do list for manny'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUhEP32ar-g/TqIQRAYV5iI/AAAAAAAAAtE/15Pl1Bxw4_c/s72-c/life%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bknow%2Bit%2B243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-376039442991238967</id><published>2011-06-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:48:26.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Grammy</title><content type='html'>This past &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; my beautiful Grammy passed away peacefully at the age of 90. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled to by the overwhelming sense of love and peace knowing that she is on the other side with her family, probably giggling with her sisters and being loved on by her parents, grandparents aunts and uncles. The night of her passing i was awake crying with my sense of loss, the feeling of peace that the temple is true and that families are forever. I could picture her family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embracing&lt;/span&gt; her with joy. My tears dried up (though i still tear up at the thought of not being in her presence here on earth) and i felt a peace that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think i would find. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but sit down and think about her long life and what she had seen in her lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born in 1920 in a small town in Utah... Can you imagine the amazing changes that has happened in the world at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born the year that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Prohibition&lt;/span&gt; was put into effect in America.&lt;br /&gt;She saw the depression.&lt;br /&gt;She felt the hope of Roosevelt and the change that he helped to bring about in the country.&lt;br /&gt;She saw wars. World War 2, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;, the cold war, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt; in the 90's and then again in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;She saw first hand what being a war wife meant.&lt;br /&gt;She was around for Pearl Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;She listened to the radio for entertainment, then moved on to black and white &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, color t.v. and now flat screen t.v.&lt;br /&gt;She was around for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;assassination of Kennedy&lt;/span&gt; and attempted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;assassinations&lt;/span&gt; of Ford and Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;She saw the space race and watched the first man standing on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;She was around for segragation and saw it come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;She was around for the advancement in Computer technology.&lt;br /&gt;She was around for how travel around the world got easier by flight.&lt;br /&gt;She saw the Twin Towers fall on that September day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this list is short, and that i am sure that i missed very important things. Can you imagine living through these things that we just read about in history books?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Things that I am going to miss is going over and sitting on the chair holding her soooo very soft hands admiring her wedding ring and listening to her stories. I loved walking in and going over to give her loves. I loved crawling into bed with her when she was taking a nap and giggling with her in bed. I loved the laughs. I loved saturdays when i would go over and mess up her freshly helmeted head. I loved watching her interact with her sisters and brother. I loved that I found out that she was the center of the party. I laugh when she tried to boss me around in the kitchen. I will cherish the memory of making a lemon merangue pie and accidently leaving out the lemon in one of the pies and then making lemade out of the extra lemon juice! I will cherish living with her when i first moved to San Diego, really getting to know her and realizing she is a kindred spirit. I will always cherish the relationship that my grandparents had. I will never forget when she came in and did the sexy dance for me, probably to the shock of both of us! I giggle when my grammy told me after years of me being single that she had given up praying for me to find someone! I will never forget when i called her to remind her it was my birthday that she said "oh Shit" because she had forgotten. I will never forget how she hated where my wedding was going to be and going over the day after it to have her tell me that it was the most beautiful wedding she had ever been to. I will always hear her say in her scratchy voice "oh it was so lovely, just wonderful!" Its funny i had it in balboa park because it was right next to the natural history museum where she had for years been a volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be thankful for feeling so loved by her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss her but i will always be thankful for the blessing of having her as my grammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-376039442991238967?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/376039442991238967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=376039442991238967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/376039442991238967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/376039442991238967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sweet-grammy.html' title='My Sweet Grammy'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5072791316754385060</id><published>2011-06-06T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:30:10.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb girl</title><content type='html'>'was i wrong about everything?' UHHHHH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dumb bachlorette, You've got the worst taste in men EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit i dont watch this show ever... Normally its painful to watch DUMB girls being surrounded by abnormally hot men and pretend that love is in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got hooked this year because she is so dumb in the men department that its a trainwreck that i cant take my eyes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most PAINFUL thing that she has said to a roomful of men/boys is 'I know that the man i am going to marry is in this room' Cue to the men mentally running from this girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i just had to say UGGH. Tonight was the last i can stand to watch you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5072791316754385060?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5072791316754385060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5072791316754385060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5072791316754385060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5072791316754385060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/06/dumb-girl.html' title='dumb girl'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1156223289567393905</id><published>2011-05-25T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:28:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recipe</title><content type='html'>So this is for thicker fillets of fish...&lt;br /&gt;Pan sear with a little olive oil, fresh rosemary and garlic.&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper the fish&lt;br /&gt;Pre heat the oven to 425&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the fish in a nonstick ovensafe skillet on the stove top and on the top of the fillet sprinkle a small amount of sugar. cook for a minute flip over and have the sugar side if fillet down for 2 min. then put the pan in the oven for 7-10 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish is supposed to get to to 130-135 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull out and be amazed at how good it is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1156223289567393905?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1156223289567393905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1156223289567393905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1156223289567393905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1156223289567393905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/05/recipe.html' title='recipe'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5904369603717986896</id><published>2011-05-18T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:31:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i married a fisherman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When people found out i was dating/married to a fisherman, their first question to me is a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snarky&lt;/span&gt; question of "so you must LOVE fish."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The answer is a heartfelt NO I actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really enjoy fish. There are a couple of reasons why i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like it. The bones, I can guarantee that i will be the ONLY one to get one. They cause me to gag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my aversion to fish started because of my grandma feeding me some awful freezer burned nasty salmon that was caught before i was born. (you think i am kidding... I am not!) that was over done or not done enough. She also would bring up canned salmon that even thinking of it gives me the shivers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other reason is growing up in the house with Joel caused me to always be around trout... There was always some (again) freezer burned fish in the freezer... I just thought it was gross. So i made up my mind that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I married a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' fisherman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can have all the fresh fish i could handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows how if feels and he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; push me. He brought home Ling Cod, and my sister cooked some up and shared the recipe with me telling me that it was the worlds best fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nesha&lt;/span&gt; likes it, by golly i will put on my big girl panties and cook some up for my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is my attempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPJfwA3EiZQ/TdS1WdxPylI/AAAAAAAAAqI/MhuWwwQ60ZM/s1600/fish%2B%2529%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608306833536043602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPJfwA3EiZQ/TdS1WdxPylI/AAAAAAAAAqI/MhuWwwQ60ZM/s320/fish%2B%2529%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can I just tell you that It is the best fish in the world... NOT FISHY AT ALL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so good that had to have a second spear of it and then to top it off i had to steal some off of Manny's plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She likes it, She REALLY likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Otp9SWnzEqM/TdS1WKHDAKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2Ztu38IS8H8/s1600/fish%2B%2529%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608306828258771106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Otp9SWnzEqM/TdS1WKHDAKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2Ztu38IS8H8/s320/fish%2B%2529%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole meal of cod, wild rice and artichokes... YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6019118891472539629-5904369603717986896?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5904369603717986896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5904369603717986896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5904369603717986896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5904369603717986896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-married-fisherman.html' title='i married a fisherman.'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPJfwA3EiZQ/TdS1WdxPylI/AAAAAAAAAqI/MhuWwwQ60ZM/s72-c/fish%2B%2529%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-2179249825356667494</id><published>2011-05-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:29:33.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it. repeat.</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the Gym... No i will not post pictures, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While there i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but think two things.&lt;br /&gt;1. Hey creepy old guy with a ponytail, stop checking me out. i think its gross.&lt;br /&gt;and then leave me to my workout without coming over to tell me "your doing good" with a nice little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caress&lt;/span&gt; on my shoulder. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like you or your comments...&lt;br /&gt;if you knew what it takes for a fat girl to go work out, just leave her in peace... She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want or need attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey rude man that came and CLEARLY saw that i was using a machine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; come up and act like i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a right to use it and start working out on it BEFORE I am done... There is something called working in.&lt;br /&gt;I did call you an asshole under my breath but you deserved it for thinking you had more rights to the place than i did. I was there first. Next time I will say NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-2179249825356667494?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2179249825356667494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=2179249825356667494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/2179249825356667494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/2179249825356667494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-at-it-repeat.html' title='Back at it. repeat.'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5105436264013417072</id><published>2011-04-15T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:01:25.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a reason they call it GRAND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1oNzehPRLQ/Taj4q2SLJVI/AAAAAAAAApw/s9usBkRkQpI/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been on my "bucket" list for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was able to talk my sidekick into going for my birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great present!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zchEi2vdsc/Taj4qoKvOBI/AAAAAAAAApo/o4a7o7JRABw/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595995948228491282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zchEi2vdsc/Taj4qoKvOBI/AAAAAAAAApo/o4a7o7JRABw/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was simply breathtaking! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-HpqVQ0lhg/Taj4qVwegkI/AAAAAAAAApg/NKA_T8Z3mJQ/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595995943286506050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-HpqVQ0lhg/Taj4qVwegkI/AAAAAAAAApg/NKA_T8Z3mJQ/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, the ultimate tourist!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sT83LG-vQOg/Taj4qBJk9vI/AAAAAAAAApY/K0DkM73dKCs/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595995937754642162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sT83LG-vQOg/Taj4qBJk9vI/AAAAAAAAApY/K0DkM73dKCs/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a short story... Driving the to the Grand Canyon took about 9 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea what to expect when we got to the park but we couldnt see it through the juniper trees... So I said in my nervousness, I hope this isn't a WHAHH WHAH WHAH moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasnt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1fJJZR9BHk/Taj2fLCTz0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/6At1zlm8OsE/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slImDvEj9DA/Taj2ezryRpI/AAAAAAAAApI/5UeMDcsnKsc/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595993546138207890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slImDvEj9DA/Taj2ezryRpI/AAAAAAAAApI/5UeMDcsnKsc/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things i had to do was see the canyon at sunrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES i did say SUNRISE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant believe i said it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DID. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YX4v8QSH0c/Taj2egbe_UI/AAAAAAAAApA/jY0nG9nR4p4/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595993540969561410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YX4v8QSH0c/Taj2egbe_UI/AAAAAAAAApA/jY0nG9nR4p4/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zn-ezqlTZQ/Taj0-6VikKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/iwc9_Y-fAS0/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595991898656510114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zn-ezqlTZQ/Taj0-6VikKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/iwc9_Y-fAS0/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had to get a picture of mannys grand canyon at the Grand Canyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he makes me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejSZDkJLuss/Taj0-osSgXI/AAAAAAAAAow/1XozFqpw9c4/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595991893920088434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejSZDkJLuss/Taj0-osSgXI/AAAAAAAAAow/1XozFqpw9c4/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Night we got into williams i saw snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told them i think there is snow on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Manny and my Mom said "thats not snow, its the sand and the way the light is hitting it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally was rubbing my tired eyes and blinking thinking that i was losing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasnt... it was a very cold trip!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4m8b937KNA/Taj0-S6WbuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Om_vOFQ4Ug4/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzN_-l1_x38/Taj09w6le5I/AAAAAAAAAog/Sqa61KYhokE/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595991878947666834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzN_-l1_x38/Taj09w6le5I/AAAAAAAAAog/Sqa61KYhokE/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad would probably hate that i posted this picture but having someone in a wheelchair is worth its weight in gold at a state park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;front of the line passes on all the busses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sure everyone else hated us but it was nice to be boarded first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad got scared at the canyon, he didnt like how far down it was!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manny was a champ to go on a trip with my parents and to help out as much as he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He teaches me about service on a regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5105436264013417072?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5105436264013417072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5105436264013417072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5105436264013417072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5105436264013417072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-is-reason-they-call-it-grand.html' title='There is a reason they call it GRAND!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zchEi2vdsc/Taj4qoKvOBI/AAAAAAAAApo/o4a7o7JRABw/s72-c/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8886828768548627266</id><published>2011-04-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:38:42.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey i'm amazed by you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbhff_0FsSw/TaegvdMNN6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/ATcspBvWzd4/s1600/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595617799181252514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbhff_0FsSw/TaegvdMNN6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/ATcspBvWzd4/s320/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ta-Dah here is the finished headboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He is amazing!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-8886828768548627266?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8886828768548627266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=8886828768548627266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8886828768548627266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8886828768548627266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/04/honey-im-amazed-by-you.html' title='Honey i&apos;m amazed by you!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbhff_0FsSw/TaegvdMNN6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/ATcspBvWzd4/s72-c/grand%2Bcanyon%2Btrip%2521%2B039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6259825768340476878</id><published>2011-03-29T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:48:01.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HONEY DO LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have a love of searching the internet for furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spend too much time perusing sites for stuff i dont need just want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waste of time i know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i found this really cool bed on Overstock but of course they dont have it in a king. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because that would make my husbands life a whole heck of a lot easier!!! So i inform him that i think he can build us this bed frame and that it will be easy for him to do when he comes home. He doesnt sit still very well. He went and got the wood and started measuring and cutting.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_vn25Gy6Ac/TZKHjWJVZDI/AAAAAAAAAng/F2ssPBoO7gY/s1600/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589679128830108722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_vn25Gy6Ac/TZKHjWJVZDI/AAAAAAAAAng/F2ssPBoO7gY/s320/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isnt that a look of how much he loves me in this moment of lots of work?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont think he knew what he was getting into when he married me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i have someone else to pull into my crazy projects... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was doing a great job and so i had to come out and make it a little harder. I "helped" him with the laying out and measuring of the rectangles... Did you know that three forths of an inch and three quarters of inch is the same thing? Well we got frustrated with each other when we were saying it too the other and the other was just not understanding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfoeVBxJors/TZKHi2HE98I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Ah3CGqdECXc/s1600/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589679120230709186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfoeVBxJors/TZKHi2HE98I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Ah3CGqdECXc/s320/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He finished it and painted it black like i wanted... now i want it white. Do you think i will get my way? I will post pictures when its in the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6259825768340476878?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6259825768340476878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6259825768340476878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6259825768340476878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6259825768340476878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/03/honey-do-list.html' title='HONEY DO LIST'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_vn25Gy6Ac/TZKHjWJVZDI/AAAAAAAAAng/F2ssPBoO7gY/s72-c/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6621321587657435965</id><published>2011-02-26T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:38:49.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoons over!!!</title><content type='html'>This week i went up and stayed with manny on the boat in oxnard... i enjoy these visits because i get to watch him work and i read or go out and run errands.  I love the peace of sitting in a beautiful place and soaking in the sites, sounds, and smells!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9xKwT40-4U/TWneQ1nV8dI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kd8zLJ1Y2T4/s1600/ranger%2B85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578233994326438354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9xKwT40-4U/TWneQ1nV8dI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kd8zLJ1Y2T4/s320/ranger%2B85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you how i know that the honeymoon is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This time it was raining and very cold.  So manny and i turned on the little heater in the stateroom to get it nice and toasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too toasty at times. its a love hate relationship, you want and love the heat but then you are roasting its so hot but then too cold when its off.  so it was a constant wake up turn it on shivering, wake up to turn it off panting its so hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is the size of the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago i lived with my grandparents and my family was coming to visit.  My grandparents were getting the beds ready for them when my grandma and grandpa were "whispering" to each other about a twin pullout bed.  My grandpa insist its ok for the 2 boys to&lt;br /&gt;sleep in to which i hear my grandmothers oh so wise words "That bed wouldnt even make newlweds happy to sleep in!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truer words have never been spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now this comes up with with this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunks are smaller than a twin. Try we did.  But after hours of "sleeping" with our arms falling asleep, faces hitting the ribs of the boat... being too hot from the heater... we tapped out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNRbe_lhQoM/TWneQg4KKVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hUVpfaQuQT0/s1600/Tapping-Out-Mike-Swick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578233988759824722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNRbe_lhQoM/TWneQg4KKVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hUVpfaQuQT0/s320/Tapping-Out-Mike-Swick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... the tuck and roll its the smartest move in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtNQUitXxAo/TWneE43sR8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/MeryRRlaQI0/s1600/Tapping-Out-Mike-Swick.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx1ZkqAizfc/TWneEqywG4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/rxSp4eImUHo/s1600/ranger%2B85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6621321587657435965?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6621321587657435965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6621321587657435965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6621321587657435965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6621321587657435965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/02/honeymoons-over.html' title='Honeymoons over!!!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9xKwT40-4U/TWneQ1nV8dI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kd8zLJ1Y2T4/s72-c/ranger%2B85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6598393420649024611</id><published>2011-01-14T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:51:11.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the newest family member</title><content type='html'>Now Introducing Sir Reginald king of the checks.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEZFG-28BI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HoBO8SjJpHQ/s1600/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562254590343573522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEZFG-28BI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HoBO8SjJpHQ/s320/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just look at that little checkerboard face... i wasnt going to get a cat, then i saw his cute little face and knew he was MINE!!! i look forward to our many years together... i just hope he can get used to the kisses and loves and snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEZE_yiAbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/n2BQbjur_SU/s1600/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562254588412821938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEZE_yiAbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/n2BQbjur_SU/s320/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6598393420649024611?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6598393420649024611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6598393420649024611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6598393420649024611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6598393420649024611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-newest-family-member.html' title='meet the newest family member'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEZFG-28BI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HoBO8SjJpHQ/s72-c/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6771699336475190855</id><published>2011-01-14T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:45:52.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEW7CBcf0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/1UPaRhD461I/s1600/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562252218190298946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEW7CBcf0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/1UPaRhD461I/s320/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its not a secret that i love my family... but this picture is classic.  My dad obviously needs a cane, he has no balance.  Jonathan tried to dodge some little kids when he was getting off of the ski lift and ended up injuring his knee.  They looked so similar it cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonny came in with this cane of bamboo that was too tall.  I asked Manny to help Jonny cut it down, he tried but because it was bamboo it would split... So he went out and made one for him out of wood.  Days like these are glorious to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6771699336475190855?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6771699336475190855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6771699336475190855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6771699336475190855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6771699336475190855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-days.html' title='family days'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TTEW7CBcf0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/1UPaRhD461I/s72-c/kitten%2Band%2Bgymps%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4207640740106354058</id><published>2011-01-05T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:42:16.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas tree time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVGbnBt4RI/AAAAAAAAAmA/v66aJyoN7Pw/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVGbb664xI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-iHyny2syFM/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558926752224043794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVGbb664xI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-iHyny2syFM/s320/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Christmas tree Kimmie...when we first put up the tree i hated how skinny it was but as the season went on i loved it. it was the perfect size for our apartment! I asked Manny if we could keep it up all year round and just put seasonal decorations on it. He agreed, but i thought  it wouldnt be as magical when it was christmas :)  So down went the tree and an i am eager for another christmas so i can put up more of  my new ornaments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4207640740106354058?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4207640740106354058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4207640740106354058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4207640740106354058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4207640740106354058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-tree-time.html' title='Christmas tree time'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVGbb664xI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-iHyny2syFM/s72-c/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3119803827408202847</id><published>2011-01-05T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:32:16.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beautiful LAKE TAHOE!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDXAbcVxI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Mim1Ae_ANbE/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558923377589901074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDXAbcVxI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Mim1Ae_ANbE/s320/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh how the beautiful the trees were.  They sucked the air out of me... The color was such an intense vibrant color. I miss seeing fall!  I loved how the colors was all over the mountains.  I was home and it felt good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDWw44FXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/h3vD-crjkzE/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDWnb12wI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OuTTGbDF99Q/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558923370880686850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDWnb12wI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OuTTGbDF99Q/s320/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the rocky beaches and was thankful that i just kept my shoes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDWHDSauI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PqsebhCoHtM/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558923362187766498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDWHDSauI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PqsebhCoHtM/s320/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVCNTSaD9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/qsCo7tLBrV8/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558922111341957074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVCNTSaD9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/qsCo7tLBrV8/s320/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with one of my favorite people in the world... We went to emerald bay and threw rocks into the waterfall with AK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVCNBALkjI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mNx03ae-6cw/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558922106433671730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVCNBALkjI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mNx03ae-6cw/s320/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the reasons i love manny!!! AK was out of rocks and so manny went on a hunt... both hands and his sweatshirt pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVCM8Qre0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/9ZDdL8-d4IE/s1600/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558922105160694594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVCM8Qre0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/9ZDdL8-d4IE/s320/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Beautiful and colorful that this area is! It was calm and relaxing after the wedding... a girl cant ask for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3119803827408202847?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3119803827408202847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3119803827408202847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3119803827408202847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3119803827408202847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-lake-tahoe-oh-how-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TSVDXAbcVxI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Mim1Ae_ANbE/s72-c/1stchristmas%2Band%2Bhoneymoon%2B040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5220235004482205534</id><published>2010-11-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:50:31.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wedding finally flew by with a blink and  a year of planning!  By the time that Kimmie got into town i knew that that meant my wedding was really going to happen.  I will never forget Kimmie saying to me, well all these people arent coming just for your birthday party!  You are right Kimmie it was for my wedding!  I think i was pretty calm, I told myself to not be the dreaded bridezilla (i am sure i failed at moments) and to enjoy the day.  I did!  I will never forget sitting down to dinner and looking out at the amazingly beautiful setting and thinking WOOOOWW!  It really was everything that i wanted. I didnt want cute, or funny or vintage blah blah blah.  I wanted it to be warm and inviting with amazing colors, good food, and great people. I got it! so here is a few of the moments from the day&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjRY9vdQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/U_V3yOfqco4/s1600/wedding+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455304913745154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjRY9vdQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/U_V3yOfqco4/s320/wedding+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dress and veil!  the dress was so simple and so i spiced it up with the most beautiful veil... i just didnt realize how heavy that veil was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjRdvfeDI/AAAAAAAAAks/nQoREr6cXuc/s1600/robyn+williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455306196154418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjRdvfeDI/AAAAAAAAAks/nQoREr6cXuc/s320/robyn+williams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when manny and i first saw this picture i thought  UUUGH... i hated both of our faces there ( however the majority of the candid pictures were of my very concerned face) but then as we were talking he said "I look like that guy in that movie" which one you ask... its night at the museum... he looks like robyn williams!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new favorite picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjRKK4YpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/StCoZJueXuI/s1600/wedding+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455300942324370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjRKK4YpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/StCoZJueXuI/s320/wedding+party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will always be part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjQ4CijNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/PP23WveW17w/s1600/wedding+party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455296075500754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjQ4CijNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/PP23WveW17w/s320/wedding+party2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beautiful moment of just looking at manny and paying attention to just him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHitSuET7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7ed7VQJIJs0/s1600/wedding+decorations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535454684762099634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHitSuET7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7ed7VQJIJs0/s320/wedding+decorations.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the manzanita branch centerpieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHis5P7H8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/GQyMbUTj33k/s1600/wedding+centerpieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535454677924782018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHis5P7H8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/GQyMbUTj33k/s320/wedding+centerpieces.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my favorite flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favorite colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHis_-AgXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0n6UpmDY4sM/s1600/wedding+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535454679728685426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHis_-AgXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0n6UpmDY4sM/s320/wedding+fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHisiFrMNI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aMefY9JpA0s/s1600/first+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535454671707779282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHisiFrMNI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aMefY9JpA0s/s320/first+dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite moments of the night. jonny singing and it was like it was just the two of us in the courtyard.  i wasnt able to close my eyes that night because i kept seeing our wedding everytime i closed my eyes.  i would wake up and think man that was beautiful!!! i am glad i have a lifetime ahead of me with my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5220235004482205534?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5220235004482205534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5220235004482205534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5220235004482205534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5220235004482205534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-finally-flew-by-with-blink-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/TNHjRY9vdQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/U_V3yOfqco4/s72-c/wedding+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4250051350149289350</id><published>2010-07-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:35:13.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>some of my thoughts and favorite moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends coming for the my favorite holiday... just felt off this year because it was on a sunday... i missed swimming and playing in the water this 4...  but overall a great day full of family friends and of course the ultimate ending to a night... the loved (and hated) marshmallow war down at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was driving behind this car and it was covered in stickers... i first noticed her because she was going so freakin' slow... anyways it had an obama sticker, a "why do we kill those that kill to show the world that killing is wrong" and equality sticker... obviously i thought to myself i would love to talk to that person that professes to be an open minded soul... but i can promise you this, she wouldnt be open minded if what my thoughts and opinions differed from hers... i love to talk to them... i would tell them  that obama is horrible, that i believe in the death penalty, that not everyone deserves to live in the united states... even though not all the statements above are really the truth... but i would love to see what her face was as i straight face made those statements :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am learning that a call out of the blue from a friend is cherished... dinner and pinkberry make it a night that made my soul happy... and to have her listen to me and not let me steer away from the wedding topic was appreciated...for her to look at me and say " you made everyones wedding day easier or more beautiful with your talents, i dont necassarily have those same talents but i can help!"   i was amazed that she walked away with an assignment that i have no doubt she will be able to do... it was nice to have a friend help with the planning:) it was nice to know that i do have a friend here in san diego :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said i have learned that i will actually call and have people help me... i just have to figure out what i can divvy out!!! SO WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed home on sunday to make some flowers to attach to my beautiful wedding dress and i ended up watching WE tv... so it started out with my big fat wedding, then ultimate wedding cakes, then to top it off with bridezillas... josh was at the house and i was telling him how appalling it was that these girls/women throw tantrums, berate, scream, make fools out of themselves so that they can be the princess for one day.  i hate that word but i really hate it when its thrown my direction... so i was at dinner and i was saying how i wanted something that i am not going to get, but i wont say anything to the person making it because i dont want to be labeled a bridezilla... when both my dad and brother james call me repeatedly a bridezilla... so i did the best thing i could and burst into uncontrollable tears... i cleared the area, and everyone sat there in uncomfortable silence as tears rolled  down my face. i couldnt make them stop.  aaaugh get me back of birthcontrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been slow at work and am going out of my mind. but i will be busy again soon since i love what i do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats not all... but that all for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4250051350149289350?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4250051350149289350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4250051350149289350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4250051350149289350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4250051350149289350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3121572774743742151</id><published>2010-05-18T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:29:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>board games</title><content type='html'>while playing sequence tonight with manny i was getting all sorts of competitive... well he then looks at me and says "one of us is competitive and the other persons job is to keep you are your toes!"  he just makes me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3121572774743742151?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3121572774743742151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3121572774743742151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3121572774743742151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3121572774743742151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/05/board-games.html' title='board games'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4025500596971079414</id><published>2010-05-13T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:31:58.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i laugh through this whole thing... thought you would too!</title><content type='html'>Subject: Roping a DeerROPING A DEERAuthor unknown - probably for good reasonActual letter from someone who farms, writes well and tried this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it upon corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first stepin this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since theycongregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff atthe bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away),it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag overits head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. Thecattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They werenot having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up-- 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waistand twisted the end so I would have a good hold.The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it wasmildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towardsit, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope .., and thenreceived an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while adeer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, theyare spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.That deer EXPLODED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I learned is that pound for pound,a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in thatweight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. Adeer -- no chance.That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me offmy feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to methat having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste forcorn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the endof that rope.I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, itwould likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing,and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against variouslarge rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to getit lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap Ihad set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back inthere and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that deer bite?They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer wouldbite somebody, so I was very surprised when ... I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite youand then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pitbull. They bite HARD and it hurts.The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (thoughyou may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept itbusy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up ontheir back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, andtheir hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that,when an animal --like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope to sort of even the odds. All these events are true so help me God... An Educated Rancher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4025500596971079414?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4025500596971079414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4025500596971079414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4025500596971079414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4025500596971079414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-laugh-through-this-whole-thing.html' title='i laugh through this whole thing... thought you would too!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3255626232424672524</id><published>2010-05-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:28:49.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a funny moment</title><content type='html'>So i was at work today, and i was overhearing EVERYONE working saying "healthy food this, healthy food that, i'm on a diet, i hate my arms, my thighs are huge, i am doing a cleanse, blah blah blah..."  so i know that i am not the only one that is going through this fun stage... however i am the only one that has any real weight to lose...  so after hearing this literally all morning long someone mentions that there is cake in the back room... i literally thought that there was going to be a stampede to the back and dust would be drifting all around me...all thoughts of diet and hated body parts long forgotten... i will never forget the manicurist face of I WANT CAKE.  it was so freaking funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3255626232424672524?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3255626232424672524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3255626232424672524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3255626232424672524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3255626232424672524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-moment.html' title='a funny moment'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8318432220680528789</id><published>2010-05-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:15:52.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>martin sexton i love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S-T-v6gAxOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2cGYDZKzRrk/s1600/discosugarcoating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468775946645456098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S-T-v6gAxOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2cGYDZKzRrk/s320/discosugarcoating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night i went with Manny to watch my love Martin Sexton sing... and man can he sing!!!  i love watching, with my mouth agape, as he goes as high as he does to as low as he goes!!! i have never seen someone with his range and his pure voice. i love that he sings songs that are stories and set a mood.  i love that he sings &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; the beautiful proudly.  i love that his crowds are so diverse and we are all enveloped in his words and his voice.  i love that he looks like a little leprechaun. i just love him!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; realize that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Manny&lt;/span&gt; had never been to a concert before... to be honest i was shocked!!! his sister looked at me and said "you are good for him, because you get him to do things that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; ever done before!"  i guess i feel the same with him... he is always getting me to try new things and open doors for me that i never even knew were out there.  i guess that is what being in a relationship does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now for my silly thought of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BREATHING BOOGERS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in...out...in...out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i giggle when i see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are in my own nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but those times when i have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them when i am in the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel that odd sensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will always run to a mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and inhale and exhale quickly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i have to giggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because breathing boogers are so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-8318432220680528789?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8318432220680528789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=8318432220680528789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8318432220680528789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8318432220680528789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/05/martin-sexton-i-love-you.html' title='martin sexton i love you!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S-T-v6gAxOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2cGYDZKzRrk/s72-c/discosugarcoating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6654949155176090521</id><published>2010-04-25T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:28:48.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burning.</title><content type='html'>i hate heartburn...&lt;br /&gt;i hate that it keeps me up.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that it gives me hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6654949155176090521?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6654949155176090521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6654949155176090521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6654949155176090521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6654949155176090521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/04/burning.html' title='burning.'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4405220625515629843</id><published>2010-04-18T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:47:14.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saviors Love...</title><content type='html'>Today at church was ward conference and so the stake relief society taught our relief society... they taught us on the women in the scriptures... of any subject that can be my favorite this is it... i love the women in the scriptures but my favorite is the new testiment women... I am amazed that we have these amazing glimpses into the LOVE that the savior has for women and how much he cherishes them... i tried to express my thoughts and failed miserably because i cry when its anything close to my heart so i am NEVER able to fully express my passion that i have for these scriptures... i guess its because it gave me a glimpse of how truly cherished and revered i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a couple of points that always are so interesting when we are taught about the women in the scriptures... i have often heard it said that we are as women are so loved and cherished that we are kept out of the scriptures... really?  i think that that is an interesting point... but here is my thought... it was written by men who didnt think about women as their equals (not going all womens lib here) it was written by the prophets in a time where women were property... then it was transcibed by men that had taken a vow of celibacy... so yep your right we dont have names of these women... unless like Mary and Martha who were literally called Friends of Christ...or Mary his mother and Mary the women who he wept for the loss of His physical body after he had been crucified... we dont have names... could it be that there are scriptures about women that were weeded out as not important scripture by men that didnt think about the true importance of women? ( this is all just my thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what i do know....... i know that it was to a woman that He told that He was the savior of the world  (but more importantly HER).  it was women that he called friends. ( always thought that would be the coolest thing in the world... to be called His Friend. (i have had way tooooo many friendships with men to last me a lifetime... but he is a man i would be honored to be friends with)  it was a woman that annointed his hands and his feet as prophesied.  it was woman that he saved from being stoned to death... where was the man that she had sinned with... why was he not about to suffer the same fate? dont you think that He wiped her tears when the crowed went away and gave her a little pep talk telling her to be better and to stop what she was doing... i think after her shame of being caught because of Him there was HOPE... it was a woman that had so much faith that he physically felt her feeling  his robe even though he couldnt see her when she tried to sneek touching his robe because she was unclean in the views of the world... When He felt some of His power leave his body he turned and talked to her... he took time out to talk to an unclean woman... amazing... it was a woman He thought about when He hung in agony on the cross... his concern was for his MOM... just like any son he wanted his mom to be taken care of in life... ( does anyone know if Joseph was still alive at this point?  because it wasnt said that he was there and if he was would Christ have given Mary another son who could take care of her?) it was a woman that he first showed his hands and feet and showed his resurrected body too... all the most important things that happened in His life happened with or by women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thought about our Heavenly Mother... this subject when brought up makes a teacher in church shiver... because she is not talked about... and it is always said that because God loves her so much that he doesnt let the world know about her... well this is my thought... i know her... i know her characteristics because I know my OWN mom... i know that when i get to the other side i will know HER because i had my mom in this life... and that is an honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love...'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4869789505964499959</id><published>2010-04-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:28:23.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am living my big fat mormon wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S8KumdF2-bI/AAAAAAAAAiI/LIq9qKgdAIk/s1600/easter+wedding+hair+weekend+with+jackson+and+bella+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459117673993927090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S8KumdF2-bI/AAAAAAAAAiI/LIq9qKgdAIk/s320/easter+wedding+hair+weekend+with+jackson+and+bella+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was amazing and humbling to see manny enter into the water... i was sitting there thinking he really is doing this... i half way expected him to look at me after the baptism and say i mormon now... it has been humbling to see him as he is a 'baby' in the gospel and to learn right along with him from the scriptures... its also fun to try and put into words things that make sense to long time members... but not necassarily to new people in the gospel... he is amazing to me... just so you know... i love him.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S8KulyXnK3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/MZrHVgra_lY/s1600/easter+wedding+hair+weekend+with+jackson+and+bella+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1549098284569151185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-weekends-adventures-with-my-niece.html' title='this weekends adventures with my niece and nephew'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-7346491437086676016</id><published>2010-04-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:58:02.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conference!</title><content type='html'>thoughts that jumped out at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would it feel like to me to be pulled out of the crowd and forced to take the cross off of my saviours back and carry it the remainder of the way up the hill, through the jeering cheering crowd to watch them crucify him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that HE lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am and will always be a child... i know that i will have my time on my saviours lap with his arms around me... he will wipe my tears from my cheeks and i will have my own time with him to feel his wounds in his hands and his feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-7346491437086676016?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7346491437086676016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=7346491437086676016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7346491437086676016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7346491437086676016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/04/conference.html' title='conference!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8104819191360454145</id><published>2010-03-15T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:21:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manny and i went on our first road trip to Vegas a couple of weeks ago so that he could meet my friend kimmie before the arrival of her little bloodsucker (ok i am a little not happy with the little guy as he is giving kimmie a run for her money...i am sure i will be over it as soon as i see his little face) and before fishing season is in full swing... we left right after work on thursday... so i was really tired which is a pleasure to travel with me when i am like that.  Manny is one of the few drivers i actually trust but when i am tired all bets are off... i was a little out of control with my use of the invisible brake and a little jumpy to boot... made for a cranky manny that wanted to pull over and make me drive.  I knew going over that it  would be the weekend of kimmies vegas shower... so here she is showing me her belly at the shower... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZOyvvmZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HLUbdi2o5eI/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449101816072477074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZOyvvmZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HLUbdi2o5eI/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZOUI5QLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dSlPkaJl7sU/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449101807856468146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZOUI5QLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dSlPkaJl7sU/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimmie and her friend allison who i always want to call dilly... but really she is allison, who has an adorable little boy that i could just sit and watch all day because he is so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZN0tx1YI/AAAAAAAAAho/_HF6r1c9SUg/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449101799421236610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZN0tx1YI/AAAAAAAAAho/_HF6r1c9SUg/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kimmie and i at the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZNIc4nGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/lkzJvI_Nyno/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449101787539217506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZNIc4nGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/lkzJvI_Nyno/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manny and i went to mandalay bays aquarium... yes i could have passed as i live right by sea world but its always cool to see what is in the sea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZMjCYcoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/m3UoCwQHpV4/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449101777495945858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZMjCYcoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/m3UoCwQHpV4/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i ever tell you that i hate hearts but i like this one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YRFBnNqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nVMizkFSkMA/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449100755827373730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YRFBnNqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nVMizkFSkMA/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; being in these tubes will always remind me of holding bryce in my arms when he was itty bitty... and looking over at him to see him snarling at the sharks... he was showing them his teeth  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YQvp2zKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/75AW_v-G7YA/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449100750090587298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YQvp2zKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/75AW_v-G7YA/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the cooler fish that we got to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YQKZjwAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/W3ukiY03Oi0/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449100740090118146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YQKZjwAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/W3ukiY03Oi0/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so valentines weekends we got to stay at this amazing house on the cliffs of encinitas... this is how i know i am marrying someone that i am compatable with... we couldnt find a golf ball so he came over to practice with a basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YPQV7T6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/mtfPGeVZ_Xo/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449100724505628578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YPQV7T6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/mtfPGeVZ_Xo/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats at the edge of the property... it was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YOrOF_HI/AAAAAAAAAgw/OZIEXxQG7BE/s1600-h/megan,mombella,vegas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449100714540661874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58YOrOF_HI/AAAAAAAAAgw/OZIEXxQG7BE/s320/megan,mombella,vegas+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i cant resist... i made the whales spout on my mom... she wasnt happy because i was messing with her just washed hair but i love this picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/S58ZOyvvmZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HLUbdi2o5eI/s72-c/megan,mombella,vegas+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1767936400035306924</id><published>2010-03-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:10:45.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a roll...</title><content type='html'>went to the gym today...&lt;br /&gt;still red faced, but getting easier...&lt;br /&gt;amazed that my body adapts...&lt;br /&gt;will constantly have to change things up...&lt;br /&gt;white dress you haunt me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1767936400035306924?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1767936400035306924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1767936400035306924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1767936400035306924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1767936400035306924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-roll.html' title='on a roll...'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-50156150946829296</id><published>2010-03-08T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:55:18.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at it again.</title><content type='html'>worked out.&lt;br /&gt;wedding dress fears will go away.&lt;br /&gt;red faced, people staring at the store.&lt;br /&gt;will  succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-50156150946829296?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1647086931112855663</id><published>2010-02-25T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:16:19.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>been too long :)</title><content type='html'>so what has my life been filled with lately.  A lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to housesit this amazing house that sits on the bluffs of encinitas over valentines weekend.  the place is 3 stories, and has an elevator and its own stairs that goes down to the beach. it has clean simple lines and a place to put everything.  I was in heaven :)  i got to watch 2 dogs and got all the love i could possibly want.  as i was cuddling with roxy i thought yep i do need a dog one day... she did something that truly made me laugh, she would fart and and it would scare her and she would run away like she didnt do it.  i wanted to run away myself when i got a whiff of one of those nasty farts. dog farts are the worst. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manny asked me what i wanted to do for valentines day... and so i told him NOTHING. i don't want to talk to anyone except for him, i wanted to stay at that beautiful house and enjoy it, i wanted to read book, walk on the beach, watch the whales from the kitchen... i wanted to do NOTHING!!! i got my wish and it was lovely!  i think that this wish came from working and talking tooooooo much the days previous and i was tired from trying to entertain.   i do also have to say that any of my presents to manny fell flat. blah. i hate trying to make a commercialized holiday special.  i like it when he spoils me just because he is thinking about me and not because he is told that he has to.  i also know that i like to spoil him for he exact same reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my dress and it is beautiful... however for whatever reason possessed me i bought it in a smaller size... WHY THE CRAP did i do this?  it is my every freakin thought... uuuggh... now i need.must.absolutely.work out.work out. workout.  here we go again.  my terrible nightmare of walking down the isle in my sweats with a wifebeater that says bride on it will be my wedding attire. WHY OH WHY did my sister allow me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people just know that i will post it here about my workouts so that i will be more accountable maybe... frick what did i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that nightmare everything is coming along on the wedding front :)   i just keep plugging along with it and pray that it all comes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got a brand new niece this month... i told mary ellen that i would be more than happy to watch the kids and take them to school when they were in the hospital... for some reason i was awake at 2:10 in the morning... when i get a text from james saying that it looked like it was time so i needed to head over. i am a little slow at this time in the morning, so he texts back that they couldnt wait and to just come over and go to sleep in their bed and they would call me in the morning.  turns out they really couldnt wait because i passed them at 2:30 in the morning and and i get a text at 3:1o that she was born!!! she has a ton of hair and is beautiful:) i feel bad for her because her 3 siblings all adore her and always want to touch and love on her.  she is very blessed with a family that cherishes her. and lets be honest she has the best parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of an update for now...luvs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1647086931112855663?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1647086931112855663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1647086931112855663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1647086931112855663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1647086931112855663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-too-long.html' title='been too long :)'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4872204856356824840</id><published>2010-01-05T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:50:35.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some new things i have learned</title><content type='html'>that my best comebacks are said only in my mind 10 minutes after the confrontation should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that family is everything, but i like the peace and quiet that is seldom around when any morris is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that its nice to be able to run to someone with problems, and that its important to someone else too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i can revert quickly to being eight years old again and when someone deeply hurts my feelings i instantly want to say... fine your not invited to my wedding. ( i caught myself and giggled because that is stinkin funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that having your car battery die sucks... especially when its done blocking in an uncle that can always make me feel like white trash... love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i am so emotional about everything like i was sixteen... poor manny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i still love what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that life is VERY exciting and am thankful for everything that has been blessing my life lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all will be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4872204856356824840?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4872204856356824840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4872204856356824840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4872204856356824840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4872204856356824840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-new-things-i-have-learned.html' title='some new things i have learned'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8176112657376329098</id><published>2009-12-29T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:05:21.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that made me giggle this season</title><content type='html'>so living at home with my parents for a few weeks has been fun... i have all my clothes shoved in bags, shoes are all over the bedroom floor, the bed is rarely if ever made, parents clomping down the hall in the early morning, one bathroom with a shower that scares me, nephews and nieces always around making lots of noise... ahhhh being home is lovely!:) but truly the greatest things that i  have enjoyed are seeing my parents in everyday actions... the first and the thing that humbles me is a site that is only late at night when everything is quiet.  its seeing my mom kneeling beside her bed, her last act of service that her tired body performs on a daily basis.  it brings tears to my eyes to see her head bent and her quietly kneeling talking to her father.  i know that i am in those prayers and that she is always asking for my Heavenly Father to watch over my steps and to guide my life.  seeing this has been one of the greatest things that i have ever seen in the 32 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second thing that i love to see is the way that my parents interact with one another.  i know that they love each other.  they have shown this throught there devotion to one another through the years.  i know that my dad needs my mom strength and love of life.  i also know that my mom needs my dads lightheartedness and sense that all will amazing in a couple of days!  my parents have taught me to serve.  its amazing to be able to go "home" and to see things that i have taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this christmas my dad wanted to come into the cell phone world... so i went out and got him a cell phone for christmas... he wanted to know his phone number... my mom and i were in the other room talking when she heard her cell ring... she looked at me and asked if that was my phone, i told her no that is her phone... she goes running to answer it before she misses it.  on her way to answer it she passes my dad who is sitting on the couch.  so the next thing i hear is my mom answering her phone: "hello!"&lt;br /&gt;then i hear my dad say: " hi how are you doing"&lt;br /&gt;then i hear my mom say " YOU DORK!"&lt;br /&gt;yeah my dad wanted to know his number so he called my moms cell... it was awesome they were in the same room and talking on their own cell phones to each  other:)  i sat there and laughed and laughed with my dad... my mom was standing there with her phone in her hand and said... "i just dont understand why you didnt tell me that it was you calling..."  truly made me laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-8176112657376329098?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8176112657376329098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=8176112657376329098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8176112657376329098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8176112657376329098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-that-made-me-giggle-this-season.html' title='things that made me giggle this season'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-103091477156224517</id><published>2009-12-02T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:33:29.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im an angler...maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;after friday night's trip getting cancelled we made the best of it and he drove me around oxnard/ventura area... it was a very pretty area and the coast is my favorite! we went to a lake and i couldn't get over how beautiful the area was. it actually had trees that were in full autumn color and it was tucked into the mountains around it. I actually felt like it was a fall day!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHILbp5PI/AAAAAAAAAgI/jd5HUtOLS6k/s1600-h/firstfishingtrip+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871683142247666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHILbp5PI/AAAAAAAAAgI/jd5HUtOLS6k/s320/firstfishingtrip+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking the first (of many i am sure) self portrait on my new camera... one of the reasons nothing has been posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHHn7V98I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Nj8SvYLtF9k/s1600-h/firstfishingtrip+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHHFaKkoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HsKIky8dJfw/s1600-h/firstfishingtrip+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871664345518722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHHFaKkoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HsKIky8dJfw/s320/firstfishingtrip+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back at the boat while i tried to stay out of manny's way as he hustled to get the boat ready for the charter that night. i quickly learned that my 'help' really isnt that... so i just stood by watching as he ran around doing things. and i have to say it was amazing to watch him work... yep it really was NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHG7CcWNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CK1Zd0LF5sc/s1600-h/firstfishingtrip+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871661561665746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHG7CcWNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CK1Zd0LF5sc/s320/firstfishingtrip+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is before the night of 'sleep' it was before the rolling really hit me and made me say some serious prayers for a stomach that wouldnt empty itself and embarress the rest of the body that encased the all important stomach. i went down below and instantly felt queeeeeezy! so i layed flat on my back... really a bad idea, more praying was being uttered... so i flipped over onto my stomach and literally felt every single muscle in my stomach tighten and release... the nauseousness went away and i was able to "sleep". manny came in to check on me and i asked him to hold me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;manny came in to check on me and see if i was ok in the morning... but i slept in a little longer! i thought i would be a big girl and get up and surprise manny with my sunshiney face... i got up and as soon as i put my feet on the ground my stomach started in... so i thought i will pick up my new boots and my sweatshirt and put them on up top where the air would be fresh. i put on my head band, and out the door i went. only to be confronted with a guy sitting on the steps to his berthing area, our eyes connected and i knew i would lose it. this guys eyes were watering and tears were running down his cheeks, his stomach was dry-heaving and i knew that the sympathetic puker that i am was about to lose it! so back in i went and flat on my stomach i went uttering more prayers!!! i fell asleep and woke up when manny came in (thinking i was being lazy) to check on me again. i explained to him and then i decided i felt better but i knew that if i bent over it would be all over. so manny put on my boots and off to fishing i went! it really was calm for the rest of the day and i didnt have another thought about being nauseous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHGF8TXRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/LWbh86KxAhI/s1600-h/firstfishingtrip+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871647308832018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHGF8TXRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/LWbh86KxAhI/s320/firstfishingtrip+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how the fishing went...manny got the fish on the hook and then he would hand me the pole and i would bring it in. i am quite the fisherman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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angler...maybe'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SxdHILbp5PI/AAAAAAAAAgI/jd5HUtOLS6k/s72-c/firstfishingtrip+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6344212057958230768</id><published>2009-11-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:16:12.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet manny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Svonwgj5fyI/AAAAAAAAAew/BlL_7mQ-nCk/s1600-h/IMG_7474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402674417312038690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Svonwgj5fyI/AAAAAAAAAew/BlL_7mQ-nCk/s320/IMG_7474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SvonoC4meGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-GMo2DNDAis/s1600-h/IMG_7471.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So world that is viewing my blog meet Manny... yep i am marrying this man next year.  some of you maybe surprised and wonder why you havent heard about him before... let me explain.  after talking to my mom she said that she is a little shocked because i don't seem like i am over the moon excited about marrying him... i actually am!  but i have learned that over the years i have embarressed myself by talking about boys that just really in the end meant nothing, but just sucked the life out of me slowly over the course of our friendship.  so when manny came bounding into my life i had my arms out to block any advance he tried to make on my heart... not  only did he have get around that but also the walls that i have erected over the years... he tried valiantly to get around that then he had to conquer my stellar personality and cutting words... so basically i was a horrific beast to him... i tried so hard to push him away.  but he persisted for whatever reason, cuz if i was treated the way i treated him (oh wait i have!)  i dont think i would have persisted like he did... anyways, over time and for many reasons my heart softened and i realized that the things that held me back from loving and accepting him were crap in comparison to the amazing heart that he has!!!  so here are some of the things that i love about him... i love that he is forgiving, understanding, strong, loving, willing to jump through hoops for me, persistant, loves his family, genuinely a giving person that gives his whole heart to the people he loves, i love that he giggles with me, i love that he is the hardest worker i have ever met.  i love that he makes my life a little easier that i have a partner in my daily life,  i love that i miss him when he is gone (which is often) but i am HAPPY when i see his face come around the corner!  i love that i believe in him and all that he has to offer me and the world around him.  i love that i feel safe and cherished by him... i love that he knows that i am a butt and he still loves me.  i love that he is nice even when he is in pain.  i love that he is sooooo tired after work but he still wants to see me... and goes out of his way to do just that!  i love that when i was soooo tired after my flight home from greece i could fall asleep on his shoulder at dinner when i couldn't be home in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love him.  so now that you know just some of the things that i love about him i will tell you this... that after i made the decision that i loved him and didn't want him to go anywhere i didnt introduce him to anyone because i wanted to cherish him and keep him close to my heart.  i wanted to protect what was now sacred to me, so a didnt tell anyone how i felt about this amazing man that blesses my life... so if this hurt you or you are concerned about me... this is my reasoning!!!  so world my wedding will be sometime next october just to give you the heads up!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SvonWEiqUNI/AAAAAAAAAeY/bYcZluwXzt0/s1600-h/IMG_7485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673963114057938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SvonWEiqUNI/AAAAAAAAAeY/bYcZluwXzt0/s320/IMG_7485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6019118891472539629-6344212057958230768?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/SirKenRobinson_2006-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SirKenRobinson-2006.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=320&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=66&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity;year=2006;theme=bold_predictions_stern_warnings;theme=master_storytellers;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=top_10_tedtalks;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=how_we_learn;event=TED2006;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks nesha!!! this really did make me laugh and cry... because my whole life i felt stifled and that i wasnt good in school because math never made sense.  i wished more than anything for it to but it always eluded me. not until after "school" did i realize that i think outside boxes that "normal" people place me in and if i cant figure something out, put it in my hands and more often than not i can figure it out.  it wasnt until after school that i found out that i am intelligent and that i really can hold my own... i was and still am tired of the labels that grades put on me and the people around me. thanks for giving me validation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4144498365127525596?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4144498365127525596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4144498365127525596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4144498365127525596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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As I was driving I thought  I should make a list of the stuff both big and small that makes me smile... The list could be small but over time I think it will grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how its warm right before it snows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.looking up into the heavens and seeing huge flakes falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.hearing the crunch of snow and the silence that snow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.my nieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.playing board games with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.sitting around after dinner with my family and really talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.playing skipbo with my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.driving in my car and listening to #16 on my Bob Marley CD and dancing in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love the white flowers on the trees outside my apartment.  It makes me think of the song popcorn popping on the apricot tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.the time jonathan, ryan and I were swimming and jonny was launching me and ryan wanted in so he launched Jonny but instead of falling off like jonny was supposed to he just stood on a shocked ryan shoulders so long that ryan looked up and said...dude get off me!  still makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Annies wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. get happy dammit CD that jay gave me after annies wedding with I'll be your candle on the water... trying to put me in a better mood about abby's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Julie and Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Da Dawg House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.dancing with a random guy that I saw across the room and watching him try to come to me.  good  memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.watching the sun set at the end of the road in hawaii with Julie and eating chocolate macadamia nut pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. getting in the car and finding a gecko on the windshield that stayed on the car the entire way around the island. we named him gus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. yelling at the really hot boy on the side of the road that he was the hottest guy i had ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.snorkling the first time with amanda vannortwick and her throwing peas at me so that all the fish would swim up on me... Scary when all of a sudden there are a hundred garabaldi fish right in your face! she is evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. amanda vannortwick getting toe'd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. standing up in church and telling every guy there that they wanted to date me and they could if they signed up and wrote my name on the lines..... Nicomi, Nicomi Jean, Nicomi Jean the love Machine Morris, Comi, Com's and seeing the shocked look on everyones faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Sabrina Pyckles getting up to conduct and tripping and falling in front of the whole relief society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Sitting in my activities committee meeting at the institute building and hearing Lynette Tofili fall down the stairs.  which made me laugh and hearing her say Shut up Nicomi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  me getting up to throw away some garbage and tripping and falling  and showing everyone there my underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Getting to see my nephew Bryce for the first time through my screen door because I was too sick to be able to go to the hospital and so my sister in law brought him over so that I could see him!  It was the first thing that they did as soon as they got outta the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. holding bryce when he was crying and singing I am a child of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. falling for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. realizing that someone isnt so special anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.doing a job I love and watching peoples faces when I get to completely redo their hair.  It makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Happy Unxmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.calling my dad and saying LETS FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. my nephew Porter calling and saying hello comi for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. people falling all over the ice up at ricks (thats right ricks ... the real name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  Christmas On the Prado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  pictures of people that have influenced me and my life forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  watching people walk into doors or windows and thinking "thank goodness thats not me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Nesha and Paul walking in the mall when they were engaged and singing "we were walking in the park one day, in the merry merry month of may" and going to kick each other on the leg and instead hooking their feet and falling right in the middle of the walkway in front of the movie theaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. being in 2 weddings on the same day and changing my dress in the parking lot so that I could take pictures with both parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  doing flowers makes me smile when I step back and say.  this is the exact bouquet I want when I get married.  watch I will have daisies and carnations and think that that is the coolest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.My mom and I  setting up a jewish chuppa together not knowing what they look like.  we didn't have the right poles set up, at one point it was only to our waist and blowing all over the place.  It wasn't until my mom looked over and saw the other poles that we got it right and they could actually stand under it to get married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.  eating that chocolate dessert at disneyland where I was sitting in between Jay and Jamie and getting up from the table to look down and see the chocolate had dropped down the grated table all over my pants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Annie and I painting my bathroom together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  Dave calling me to hang out with Dave and Annie the day after they got off their honeymoon and eating wedding cake with them on their balcony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Dave looking at me and saying that he wishes i could find the perfect man and telling me with all seriousness that he wishes he could clone himself for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.getting into my bed after my a long day makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.  josh telling me he hates me "infinity times ONE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. cutting spencers hair and plugging him because it was toooo late and he made me giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Cutting Spencers hair around 3 in the morning because he finally let me cut his butt part and all the friends sitting around watching and clapping because it was finally gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  Sitting in this stupid relief society presidents dinner with a date I actually had to ask and having my bishop and his wife tell me that he bought his wife white hiphuggers and laughing at the look of disgust on her face and the way she said hiphuggers.  I will always remember looking into daves face and giggling with all these serious people sitting around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.  Sitting in my apartment at ricks and hearing my name being yelled and my friends laugh/screaming up to me on the third floor that my friend Maralee just flashed all of ricks college her boobs by getting her shirt and bra hooked on the fence as she was climbing over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Getting picked up by a cop at the end of a date and driven home.  It got me outta a really awkward goodbye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. my cousins (3 brothers) throwing a ball from the third floor the the first where that one would hit it with a bat and watching that one hit it right into the 2 floor bedroom window.  All of my roomates and cousins running into my apartment and hiding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. seeing the biggest bug I have ever seen in my whole life at my aunts house  and trying to get her to kill it.  the next thing I know she hands me binoculars and bug spray and I am wandering around trying to find it.  my uncle comes home and finds it and chases us around the couch with it!!! my aunt Pat has the funnest laugh in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Look out Leah and the tuesday night gang... Need I say More!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.  watching prison break and 24 with all my friends makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.watching as people had fun square dancing makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.  looking at jays face when we were at the del mar fair (on a ride he didn't want to go on) and not hearing any noise and just seeing his laugh lines makes me giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Road trippin with Kimmie and Josh to Nevada and the comedy that ensued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.  painting my less than a year old nieces toes with bright pink tonail polish and her smiling and pointing to them but not touching them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.  Naptime with my Porter.  nothing better than hearing him say snuggle comi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.  Having porter tell me I can't nibble on his ears "cuz their stuck comi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.playing spoons that night with jesse, abby, annie, and julie till 3 oclock in the morning and then making potato salad with "special sauce" (thanks Jesse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. going on my date with aaron and launching water balloons at couples that were on dates and then cuddling up to one another so we wouldn't get caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. The corkscrew at UCSD medical center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Riding the Carosel at Sea Port Village and Eating free Ben and Jerrys Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Walking up Blacks Beach with abby and giggling the whole way up because she was panting really loud!!! That made the walk up that cliff that much harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Painting Aarons Toes while he slept so peacefully on my floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.Cheating at spades with Kimmie at fourth of July so that John would have to make us handmade shakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Chasing lightning bugs in the middle of the night in upstate New york!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.  Kimmie and I sleeping in Johns spare bedroom with our heads lower than our feet, kimmie waking up in the middle of the night screaming right in my ear!!! It scared the hell outa me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. remembering going to france with josh and my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. seeing a couple of teenagers trying to push each other into the pool and then the mom comes over and pushes one of them into the water.  She surfaced and Said "I didn't want to get wet" (oh really then why were you in a bathing suit smart one!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 74. typing this list makes me smile just remembering how funny my life has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Watching people do stupid stuff and look around hoping that noone saw what they just did!  that really makes me giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Doing something stupid and looking around praying that no one saw what I just did and laughing whether I got caught or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.Leah and her bachlorette party... it was topped off when we finally got into bed and she fell down the stairs and stubbed her toes and said MOMMA!!! that was a classic Leah Moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  Getting together with Spencer and Making the first basket for Tommy and Katrina and having them catch us  putting it together.  Putting that basket at the front of the table and making sure that it stayed there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.  Doing the payback basket for jen and spencer with the whole gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. realizing how shallow guys are and what they really look at makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. going to the beach with my mom and spencer and flying the trick kite at the OB kite festival.  Falling after jumping around the tide pools and getting dirty and then seeing my dirty butt on telivision the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.  My grandma doing her sexy dance for me!!!  I learned the moves that day on how to dance for my future husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.  Playing with my grandmas helmet hair and having her growl at me... then watching her younger sister Annie reach over to put grammies hair back in place and seeing my grandma growl at aunt annie thinking it was me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I can do 16 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. getting a huge hug from someone and knocking my rib out!  that was a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. getting kissed for the first time by someone that you really like... that really makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Getting into the limo in san fransisco and paying 5 dollars to get kidnapped  with Jay and Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. walking up one of the steepest hills in san fransisco with my dads associate who was a smoker.  he had us get on the trolley and then jump off when they came to collect money.  that was embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. eating with my friends at big kahunas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.the good times at school with chandra brown!!!  I told her she was going to be my friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.having clients come back and say that their haircut was the best one they have ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.watching the sound of music with friends and picking out another thing that makes us laugh or make us want to do when the right opportunity arises!  Pussy Willow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.  Moving Daves car repeatedly and having abby do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.  Swimming at 3 tables and seeing all the amazing fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.  Almost drowning with kim and josh cuz we were swimming on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Leah and rachel singing at the top of their lungs at the 212 and having the security guard come up to stop them.  All of us hiding in the bedroom and locking dave in the living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.  Playing with my family at christmas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.  watching a re enactment of gettysburg and people watching from under the table we were hiding under for shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.  watching U571 and singing row row row your boat with Jay at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.  Yeah this is done! and it makes me smile that you took the time to actually read from my crazy life.  maybe you want to try to do this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Annie and I marching with our hands and Aaron in the other corner marching with his legs to the battle hymn of the republic with Julie leading and laughing the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102.bringing down all my blankets and staying up all night watching movies with tzenni-bah, garth and cortney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. the guy in church getting up to sing a song and aaron leaning over and saying wouldnt be funny if that guy farted right by the stake presidents head. which made me giggle then aaron leaning back over and saying can you imagine the stake presidents hair billowing with it.  I lost it and had to get up and leave sacrament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104.paying some kids a dollar to make my friend john fall down on the ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Josh Morris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   MEMORIES WITH NICOMI THAT MAKE ME SMILE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.  "Yo, PUMP up the Jam!"  Nicomi's performance in the annual dance show at Sierra Nevada Dance Center.  She wore a checkered spandex costume and had to tape her boobs down for the performance.  I kept a VHS copy of the performance and sometimes pull it out for a group of her friends, much to her horror.  heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2    "Don't backtalk me, missy! You've been gone for 7 hours!" Our sweet but senile paternal grandmother accusing Nicomi of delaying our trip from Utah to Nevada.  Nicomi had run to see some friends before our departure and was gone MAYBE an hour and a half.  &lt;br /&gt;#3  "Does this ever hit the windshield?" Nicomi riding in my car and asking about a spare tap I hung from the rearview window.  I said it hadn't and RIGHT THEN hit a giant bump, making the tap CLANG against the window hard.&lt;br /&gt;#4  "BACK TO BACK WITH THE RIO GRANDE, A CHRISTIAN WOMAN IN THE DEVIL'S LAND!"  Singing with Nicomi and pissing Kimmy off.&lt;br /&gt;#5  "I'm a VAMPIRE!"  The best episode of COPS ever.&lt;br /&gt;#6  The most expensive Polaroid in France!&lt;br /&gt;  Sasha &amp; Jay &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   out of 104 smiley memoirs you couldn't even squeeze me in one? How rude. I am hurt. I can come up with at least a list of ten.&lt;br /&gt;1. Everytime I would take a pic of Nicomi she would shoot me the finger, once even with the ENSIGN in her other hand. Don't lie I have the pic. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. You sandwiching me between the wall and psycho roomie's mattress.&lt;br /&gt;3. The night you told me old roommates off. (that is a personal favorite)&lt;br /&gt;4. The night we paid the Dominoes man our 7 or 8 dollars of pennies for our 1 large 1 topping pizza. I also have the pic as evidence.&lt;br /&gt;5. The rubber band fights that would take place between either you and shawn or you and cameron. All the rest of us were using furniture and armor to protect ourselves from your brutal rubber game. :) ha,ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. The late night runs to the AM/PM mini mart or something like that for BIG GULPS for like .79 and a penny for swedish fish. MMMMMMmmmmmmgooooooddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;7. Jay and I, apartment, bed, you need I say more for the floods of memories that keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;8. All of our mischievious encounters. There were to many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dancing. Whether at a school dance or just in our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;10. The baseball team. Need I say more there too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-597181873584142592?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/597181873584142592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=597181873584142592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/597181873584142592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/597181873584142592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='some of my favorite things'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5163774281749321749</id><published>2009-08-22T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:39:58.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my grandparents 69th anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441354f544d7a4d6a673d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: All of Us" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441354f544d7a4d6a673d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5163774281749321749?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5163774281749321749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5163774281749321749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5163774281749321749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5163774281749321749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-my-grandparents-69th-anniversary.html' title='for my grandparents 69th anniversary'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1655320503424072595</id><published>2009-08-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:18:39.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those darn barking spiders</title><content type='html'>Today i had an unfortunate moment at work.  i have had to go to the bathroom but was unable to all day for various reasons... so i was getting done with my last client at about 7:45p.m. when in the middle of the blow dry i thought to myself 'uh oh i better go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooon&lt;/span&gt;.'  we wrap up and i am getting her out the door... i love her, but some people have a hard time leaving.  so my body is REALLY ready to excuse myself ( at this point i am sitting down) i think she is about to go so i stand up, my body is angry and REALLY wants relief.  i am standing at the end of the front desk ready to run back to the bathroom, but she and i are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stilllllll&lt;/span&gt; talking.  i am starting to contort my body trying my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;darnedest&lt;/span&gt; to hold back the splendor of my being and i am getting this contorted constipated looks in my face.  i am trying not to look her in the eyes at this point because i am MORTIFIED but on one glance i can see her look of humor.  i held it with  all i had twisting and my face didn't help... a couple of small puffs of air(i am not exaggerating, they were small) never the less noticeable for what they are!  my face is red with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;.  Finally, after what feels like a million years she takes off and i run to the best moments of my recent life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is too much information, but it made me laugh.  so sorry if i just burned your eyes with my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1655320503424072595?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1655320503424072595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1655320503424072595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1655320503424072595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1655320503424072595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-darn-barking-spiders.html' title='those darn barking spiders'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-7768483928976928777</id><published>2009-08-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:02:21.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1-z8keUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5RODoI2bzKY/s1600-h/IMG_6950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370813015084267842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1-z8keUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5RODoI2bzKY/s320/IMG_6950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after packing up what felt like everything possible besides the kitchen sink we got on the road for one long trip to visit my dad's side of the family! on the way out of town we got a call from james that said the motorhome was having problems so we pulled off the road in prim and waited for them to catch up!  we followed them to mesquite having to pull over a couple of times because the gas pump was going out.  we finally eeeeked into mesquite and crashed for the night. my mom and i took  a little benedryl which knocked us out for the night... i don't think either of us could open our eyes the next day, my dad was laughing and calling my mom a cheap drunk! After getting to see kimmies and michaels cute new place we headed off!   Flaming Gorge is beautiful!!!  what made it even better was the lack of mosquito's!!!  it was surrounded with trees and the beauty of nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1-dUbU8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q6t9gFY1NYU/s1600-h/IMG_6958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370813009010316226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1-dUbU8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q6t9gFY1NYU/s320/IMG_6958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's just say that family reunion is just tons of eating... Rachael had marshmallow all over her face and she wouldn't let me get the picture until she was pretty sure it wasn't toooo bad!  I think everyone grazed through the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj19kt72XI/AAAAAAAAAd8/u_KOjoD-tt8/s1600-h/IMG_6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812993816484210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj19kt72XI/AAAAAAAAAd8/u_KOjoD-tt8/s320/IMG_6960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tinfoil dinners the first night and joel giving his typical face that will make his posterity very confused!  Tinfoil dinners are my absolute favorite camp food.  its an essential! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj19B7o3fI/AAAAAAAAAd0/K2tytoGuy0g/s1600-h/IMG_6967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812984478719474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj19B7o3fI/AAAAAAAAAd0/K2tytoGuy0g/s320/IMG_6967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel getting everyone ready for the snipe hunt... these are the cousins that got into the hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1diiK7lI/AAAAAAAAAds/8mpQlssSOHo/s1600-h/IMG_6961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812443474456146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1diiK7lI/AAAAAAAAAds/8mpQlssSOHo/s320/IMG_6961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at porter!  nesha pointed him out to me and said look he is practicing shooting the snipes!  i had to take these pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1dPt4hfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vaI7ns4rqG0/s1600-h/IMG_6970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812438423307762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1dPt4hfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vaI7ns4rqG0/s320/IMG_6970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paul getting his son ready with the rules and the toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1cQnU2wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tL-c2xK_-ww/s1600-h/IMG_6973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812421484370690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1cQnU2wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tL-c2xK_-ww/s320/IMG_6973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at the shine on his cheeks, the snipes are really going to be attracted to that adorable face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1bwmabhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yBqrd2ISam0/s1600-h/IMG_6975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812412890607122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1bwmabhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yBqrd2ISam0/s320/IMG_6975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TY cant get any freakin' cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj0_rMIgBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fON2AKKENVA/s1600-h/IMG_6977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370811930401865746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj0_rMIgBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fON2AKKENVA/s320/IMG_6977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they got back from the hunt nesha went to touch porter's face not realizing he had toothpaste all over it!!! it makes me laugh be cause paul looked at her and said "it was dark, i didn't know how much i was putting on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj0_DWOZQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/j7iI8ik3jFY/s1600-h/IMG_6991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370811919706776834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj0_DWOZQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/j7iI8ik3jFY/s320/IMG_6991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful sister in law!  seriously i love hats on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj0-Qg4ljI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aWXh_xmrPI4/s1600-h/IMG_6999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370811906061276722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj0-Qg4ljI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aWXh_xmrPI4/s320/IMG_6999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce caught the only fish that was worth keeping and eating!!! He is his dads miniature!  i can't believe that he is as old as he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj09wsQM6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/-fN9VQ9xSdc/s1600-h/IMG_6990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370811897519027106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj09wsQM6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/-fN9VQ9xSdc/s320/IMG_6990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my favorite sisters niece!!! it was fun to sit and to giggle with them and to cherish the time we have together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz_NZHiOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RhQKTgw2WlQ/s1600-h/IMG_7004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370810822891636962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz_NZHiOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RhQKTgw2WlQ/s320/IMG_7004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so fire was the one of the big fights this vacation!  kids will be kids and always want to play with fire... they started one right by the pavillion which just blew smoke right onto all the adults.  needless to say we (the adults)  were not so excited about it.  my mom went up to the kids and said NO MORE! she chastised them and told them that it was too dangerous because they were throwing tumbleweeds onto it with high winds blowing.  i watched as my mom walked away these kids watched to make sure she wasnt looking and then threw some more on... i came unglued!!!  i jumped up and started yelling.  Man alive my dad has always taught us to respect my mom and when someone doesnt all hell brakes loose.  yep thats what happened and i YELLED!  these kids that don't know me think i am a mean person... oh well, they can think what they want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then when we weren't looking they went down and started a fire down below.  so all the older uncles told them to put it out.  the kids asked with what.  Chuck (don and chris's daughters husband) says you have firehouses go put it out.  i watch as yellow streams started putted out the flames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz-tQ7tgI/AAAAAAAAAck/tU1L7WoAalc/s1600-h/IMG_7010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370810814267373058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz-tQ7tgI/AAAAAAAAAck/tU1L7WoAalc/s320/IMG_7010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the siblings minus my uncle who left early.  oh the fun, fights, laughter, family, food and trouble that we get as a family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz9x0eDwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NK74SIZA4KI/s1600-h/IMG_7018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370810798310297346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz9x0eDwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NK74SIZA4KI/s320/IMG_7018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Jay... I have to say that out of all my cousins he is my favorite male cousin!  he is such a hard worker and seems so stern.  then he starts up with jokes and he makes faces and loves on little kids!!! he came up with two suckers and said that the kids had been eating them all day so he was just trying them out to see which ones he liked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz9LZzjCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/s5j330WhqCk/s1600-h/IMG_7020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370810787997912098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sojz9LZzjCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/s5j330WhqCk/s320/IMG_7020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the last night the rain was coming down so i looked at josh and said i think we should move the tent under the pavilion.  we debated and then moved it up... luckily we did the rain came and we didn't get wet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all we had a great time... i guess the family that fights together will stay together... I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note... my mom read us  &lt;em&gt;water for elephants&lt;/em&gt; on the trip she has such a fun voice to listen to!!! we were pretty content to just listen to her read...  we laughed and cried through the whole book.  the old man reminded me of my grandpa.  we had a couple of chapters left when we got home so the three of us came upstairs and she finished it.  we all were crying at the end.  it was a great book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-7768483928976928777?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7768483928976928777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=7768483928976928777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7768483928976928777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7768483928976928777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-after-packing-up-what-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Soj1-z8keUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5RODoI2bzKY/s72-c/IMG_6950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3332298259410245452</id><published>2009-08-16T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:04:39.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvY2GXIDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JcASyCFR6KM/s1600-h/IMG_6933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370805765757411378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvY2GXIDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JcASyCFR6KM/s320/IMG_6933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a very COLD day in sunny san diego!!!  but it was july and my brother called to see if we wanted to go down and play at the beach.  the above is a picture of tyler's great wall of china sand castle!  it took him awhile to complete but it entertained him for a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvYaY8SKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JHJSLef-ZOM/s1600-h/IMG_6934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370805758319151266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvYaY8SKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JHJSLef-ZOM/s320/IMG_6934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jake and shannon out surfing!!! he actually stood up the first wave, he's been out before but i was surprised at the balance that kid has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvX5D-kOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fBgq1FghDj8/s1600-h/IMG_6943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370805749372850402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvX5D-kOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fBgq1FghDj8/s320/IMG_6943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jackson has hated the water, but cuz his cousins were in he was all about playing with them!  I was trying to leave on one of our beach days and he looked at me and said "comi, stay with me... don't leave me!"  Yep, he has some morris in him, my siblings always say the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvXTUP3oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/s4wm3HAD1LA/s1600-h/IMG_6936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370805739240545922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvXTUP3oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/s4wm3HAD1LA/s320/IMG_6936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly think that porter can always take the BEST pictures!  here he has sand crabs.  I have to say that they caught a couple of the biggest ones i have ever seen!  i love these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3332298259410245452?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3332298259410245452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3332298259410245452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3332298259410245452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3332298259410245452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach-days.html' title='Beach days'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SojvY2GXIDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JcASyCFR6KM/s72-c/IMG_6933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1372050161832985582</id><published>2009-07-13T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:24:42.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone decided to give up the ghost... i guess after all the times i have dropped it it decided that it needed to go to cell phone heaven.  So could you please send/call and let me know what your numbers are cuz i couldn't retrieve any from my old phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1372050161832985582?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1372050161832985582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1372050161832985582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1372050161832985582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1372050161832985582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-phone-decided-to-give-up-ghost.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5297320552942123216</id><published>2009-07-06T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:40:48.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love fireworks!</title><content type='html'>The Fourth of July is my favorite holiday!!!!  Why, because i live in an amazing country, able to live the way that I want, able to worship how and where i choose, i am able to think for myself and know that its safe, i can do and be anything i want here!!!  I also know that this freedom that i have is on the backs of men and women who have fought with their lives so that i have all the freedoms that i do!!!  Some of my favorite people are ones that i have only been able to read about but who have made an impact on me.  I am humbled by what it took for the founding fathers to sign the Declaration of Independence and the life that they lived after.  I always get chills when i see the beauty of the red, white and blue flag waving in the wind!  I love this Country!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrqN6cIfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0aTNLPf9OHI/s1600-h/IMG_6709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531648674570738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrqN6cIfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0aTNLPf9OHI/s320/IMG_6709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;so while my fourth of July is "predictable" why would i change perfection?  I am surrounded by the people i love and am able to create memories every year!!! My family is always growing, my friends bring me happiness that i can be blessed with them in my life. How can a girl complain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shauna and Camden&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrPwd8w2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/xAWCHisQ6Jw/s1600-h/IMG_6735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531194093847394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrPwd8w2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/xAWCHisQ6Jw/s320/IMG_6735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrPbpqZII/AAAAAAAAAbc/guD8V6uBVQ4/s1600-h/IMG_6726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531188505830530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrPbpqZII/AAAAAAAAAbc/guD8V6uBVQ4/s320/IMG_6726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrPKj6f7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Al23HTYs5h8/s1600-h/IMG_6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531183918317490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrPKj6f7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Al23HTYs5h8/s320/IMG_6740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting sooooo big!  She made my heart happy when she was in her moms arms and she leaned over so i could get her!!! it was the best feeling in the world to kiss her smack right on the lips and to see her grin after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrOxOwj3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/d_yEIgXTb2A/s1600-h/IMG_6756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531177118699378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrOxOwj3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/d_yEIgXTb2A/s320/IMG_6756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keegan and Jackson with sparklers.  My camera had a hard time figuring out what picture to take!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqHgvbWpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QvZcFF6NunM/s1600-h/IMG_6758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355529952921606802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqHgvbWpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QvZcFF6NunM/s320/IMG_6758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqHH9sgcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RerGfd9N8Ao/s1600-h/IMG_6815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355529946270564802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqHH9sgcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RerGfd9N8Ao/s320/IMG_6815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porter somehow found the HOTTEST guys to  get into the marshmallow fight with.  they seriously would wrestle and be all soft with him... He would pull back and throw with all his might and peg them in the head.  I wanted to say to these handsome men "you could make my fourth and wrestle with me!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqG0g6pAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PN_5-tG8R2s/s1600-h/IMG_6818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355529941049582594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqG0g6pAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PN_5-tG8R2s/s320/IMG_6818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqF6CsC4I/AAAAAAAAAas/no2YE_DQJPI/s1600-h/IMG_6808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355529925353540482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKqF6CsC4I/AAAAAAAAAas/no2YE_DQJPI/s320/IMG_6808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKoy1U2_GI/AAAAAAAAAak/OgRCuX85P9k/s1600-h/IMG_6805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355528498158435426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKoy1U2_GI/AAAAAAAAAak/OgRCuX85P9k/s320/IMG_6805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually people wait till after the grand finale is over before the marshmallow war starts... Not this year, we were getting hit from the start of the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKoyjJ1UGI/AAAAAAAAAac/FdVVDuC-emE/s1600-h/IMG_6781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355528493280350306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKoyjJ1UGI/AAAAAAAAAac/FdVVDuC-emE/s320/IMG_6781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that surprised us this year was the HUGE marshmallows that were being flung at us!!! i also didn't realize that Nesha and Paul hadn't ever done the war before.  it was so fun to see them giggle and to see Nesha's eyes as she hurled marshmallows at random strangers.  it made me really happy when paul said that they should do this every year... I couldn't agree more! i love creating memories that will last a lifetime with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKoyLwEThI/AAAAAAAAAaU/letEr65TJls/s1600-h/IMG_6792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355528486998265362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKoyLwEThI/AAAAAAAAAaU/letEr65TJls/s320/IMG_6792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that kimmie and Micheal come down and celebrate with me!!!  I am however mad at kimmie for the fact that my nephews love swimming with her more than me.  Today as i was sitting in the jacuzzi my nephews asked where kim was. i told them that she was home in utah and they both looked at me and said "that Sucks!"  i asked why is she more fun than me?  they said YES... stupid boys... then they said it was only because she had fun toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKox7R60JI/AAAAAAAAAaM/PtTMvpZJ6bc/s1600-h/IMG_6794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355528482576846994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKox7R60JI/AAAAAAAAAaM/PtTMvpZJ6bc/s320/IMG_6794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKn0oRDxYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1YV_Ip76ljU/s1600-h/IMG_6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKn0aITUYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/lf8HtTuzZBg/s1600-h/IMG_6726.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKn0AqHCYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8Ed_kuKP2jk/s1600-h/IMG_6709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5297320552942123216?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5297320552942123216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5297320552942123216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5297320552942123216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5297320552942123216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-fireworks.html' title='i love fireworks!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SlKrqN6cIfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0aTNLPf9OHI/s72-c/IMG_6709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1998450203377170337</id><published>2009-06-26T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:25:12.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wilco!</title><content type='html'>Last night i went and did some things that i have never done. As i was leaving i thought about grabbing my camera and thought what would i want to take pictures of... BIG MISTAKE!&lt;br /&gt;First I took the train up to L.A. union station. It was a GREAT trip. I didn't turn into cruella deville with road rage. I didn't curse, flip the bird, shake my fist at people that cut me off or tail gate me!  i peacefully sat and listened to music and read a great book and never got stressed! when we pulled in i didn't know how HUGE this building was going to be, of course i went to the opposite side of the station than where sarah was at! i got checked out twice and i wanted to yell, "yeah i get the eyeballing mister, you just don't do it for me!"  but it was nice at the same time! This building is absolutely beautiful on either sides of the long hall.  one side is really modern and the other is old school, but it was beautiful and had some cool places to eat.  i really think i would take a ride and eat and take some pictures just for the fun of the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the 6 miles, 1 1/2 hours later we get to the Wiltern.  The directions were odd, so we circled the block before realizing that it was right before our eyes!  Walking into the building was eye opening! It is BEAUTIFUL.  I realized yet again that i really wish that i had brought my camera to be able to snap this cool building.  i was walking down the hall when i looked up and saw this man who i know i have seen in multiple movies/shows.  i reached over to Sarah and said who is that, i know him... she agreed but couldn't place it.  That happened a few times over the course of the night.  the music is great and we had fun!  Sarah knows their music, i was along for the ride but will definitely be going and getting some of their many albums. i love people watching but i was sooooo freakin' irritated when this couple came in to sit in front of us.  this stupid big haired woman sat in front of me, the hair would be one thing but it was the constant movement that drove me NUTS.  come to find out she was supposed to be down one seat, i was like yes she isn't in front of me!!! SOOOOOO FREAKIN SELFISH!  she was now in front of Sarah... who could now understand what i had been going through.  i couldn't handle her going through it so i moved down and we prayed that no-one would come claim that seat.  No one did, so we could enjoy the show with out the constant readjusting to compensate for freakin big haired bobble head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we go back to get in the car... i knew i was going to have to huff it and puff it up to the 4th floor... i then saw that the elevator car was just coming down.  i said oh look sarah its here lets just ride the elevator... yeah, we then had to stop at every level... the people walking beat us to the top.  it was kinda embarrassing!  oh well i got a giggle out of it!  It was a great night that was then topped off with the 5 freeway being shut down to all traffic... UUUUUGH!  got home and into bed at 3, i realize now i am not 21 anymore.  SAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1998450203377170337?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1998450203377170337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1998450203377170337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1998450203377170337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1998450203377170337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/06/wilco.html' title='wilco!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-2492472844649455110</id><published>2009-06-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:51:27.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5467324d444d334e673d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Canoe Trip" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5467324d444d334e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i learned on this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~that i get so excited for something new i can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;~These girls really know how to canoe, and camp anywhere&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that sometimes in the moment we forget what we are looking at, but when you turn around and see where you have been... it can take your breath away with how beautiful it was!&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that when your all paddling at your own pace it isnt at full power, but when you work as a team with everyone paddling at the same time you get somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that you constantly re-apply sunscreen... and that it really hurts when your pants rub up against your sunburn&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that your legs and ankles swell with sitting in the sun and baking~&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that both canoes need to be equipped with bug spray&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that sometimes the mosquitos don't go away with the sun.&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that i am allergic to mosquitos in utah.&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that in the battle against the mosquitos i really lost.&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that if you get up and go to the bathroom at 3 the mosquitos were still waiting to eat me alive... they succeeded and bit my lips, eye, and chin!&lt;br /&gt;~i learned that you can never be excited to wake up your friends knowing that you look like a monster...&lt;br /&gt;~ i learned that laughter really is the best medicine and that i had friends that were there to take care of me and not make me stand there getting eatin' alive  by those damn mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;~ i learned that in life sometimes  i really need to escape to the mountains and be surrounded by the beauty that God has given us to enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-2492472844649455110?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2492472844649455110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=2492472844649455110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/2492472844649455110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/2492472844649455110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-smilebox-slideshow-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-792722923794074176</id><published>2009-06-07T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:54:46.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i am lookin' forward too!</title><content type='html'>A little time to see "the beginning of civilization!"&lt;br /&gt;Time off!&lt;br /&gt;Having time to giggle with friends&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying floating down a river&lt;br /&gt;Not having to answer my phone&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the white buildings up against the blue water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my very own "pupu cacus!"&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly seeing and doing new things&lt;br /&gt;Kimmie and i swimming adventures!&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;Nicomi getting to wear white clothes and get away with it! ( in my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;Oh not another O&lt;br /&gt;Steps up to see the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parthenon&lt;br /&gt;A long flight&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing in the sun (under lots of sunscreen and hats!)&lt;br /&gt;On the sides of cliffs&lt;br /&gt;Setting suns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Acropolis&lt;br /&gt;New places&lt;br /&gt;Tethering the canoes together and paddling down the river together!&lt;br /&gt;Eating yummy food&lt;br /&gt;Riding ferries between islands&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream on a hot day&lt;br /&gt;New experiences&lt;br /&gt;Island hopping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-792722923794074176?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/792722923794074176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=792722923794074176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/792722923794074176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/792722923794074176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-am-lookin-forward-too.html' title='things i am lookin&apos; forward too!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1242223001715749339</id><published>2009-06-03T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:00:45.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say a prayer for my bro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siclywy4sNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vgYfS19kd80/s1600-h/IMG_6674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343281036920402130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siclywy4sNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vgYfS19kd80/s400/IMG_6674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today about my brother joel getting ready to take the D.A.T. i can hear in his voice how stressed out he is and i saw it written all over his face when he was bbqing. I know that this is his personal crunch time, he is done with school and just focusing on getting into dental school. He has been studying the past 6+ months to get ready for this test on saturday. So please oh please say a prayer for him, that he might have peace, that he will know the subject matter, that he will be calm and be able to think clearly and that he will know that the Lord will not let him fail, that God will watch out for his son that has served him in any capacity asked of him. So this saturday is his big day, please think of him and send him good thoughts and keep a prayer in your heart for one of the best people i know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1242223001715749339?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1242223001715749339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1242223001715749339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1242223001715749339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1242223001715749339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/06/send-prayer-for-my-bro.html' title='say a prayer for my bro!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siclywy4sNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vgYfS19kd80/s72-c/IMG_6674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4026783012695142990</id><published>2009-05-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:35:24.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just have to say...</title><content type='html'>Today started out with a funny moment... i went to my bank around lunch time so the parking lot was full. i circled and spotted an empty spot on the other row so i quickly whipped around the isle to be able to get it... another car spotted it and i kid you not whipped into the spot at around 30 miles an hour, but in his haste to beat me to the spot he pulled in crooked and too close to the car on his left. so close that there was no way that he could have gotten out! so i was at first cussing him out in my mind, but in all fairness knew that i would have gladly done the same thing to him if i would have beaten him to the spot. But don't you worry i got him back. As soon as he stole my spot i see another car about to pull out a few spots down the row so i pull up and literally blocked him in so that he couldn't back out enough to straighten out and be able to get out of his car. He sat there trapped while i pulled into my spot and walked into the building before he was even able to get into the spot correctly. lesson learned mister stealer of my parking spot... I WIN! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4026783012695142990?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4026783012695142990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4026783012695142990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4026783012695142990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4026783012695142990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-have-to-say.html' title='i just have to say...'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1369037194261563316</id><published>2009-05-20T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:50:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some recent pictures that i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5451304e7a55794d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox postcard: favorite pictures" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5451304e7a55794d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1369037194261563316?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1369037194261563316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1369037194261563316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1369037194261563316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1369037194261563316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-recent-pictures-that-i-love.html' title='some recent pictures that i love'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8745571890201686243</id><published>2009-05-17T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:44:53.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some i loves...</title><content type='html'>i love what i do. my feet hurt. i love being creative. i love making people smile. i love giggling with people. i love sundays off. i love my feet not hurting.  i love being. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-8745571890201686243?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8745571890201686243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=8745571890201686243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8745571890201686243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8745571890201686243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-i-loves.html' title='some i loves...'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3586096620251991655</id><published>2009-05-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:22:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a short story by Nicomi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgugPta7nKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2WFVgB1-oC4/s1600-h/1984_Ford_Country_Squire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335534375301520546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgugPta7nKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2WFVgB1-oC4/s320/1984_Ford_Country_Squire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was talking to my sister and i told her this story from my teenage years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never one to be ashamed of what my car looked like... to me my car was a way to get from point A to point B. So when my car "the boat" finally coughed up its last life i would borrow my dad's car that looked like the car above except it was white. i would get to borrow the car when my dad didn't need it and it would save me from having to take the bus... the only downside to the car is that it would pour black smoke out the exhaust... i do not exaggerate... huge clouds of billowy black smoke flying out the back when you pushed down on the gas... it would last for the first 5-10 minutes of the car being on than it would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;... so imagine being a teenager in this amazing car. I would drive it with pride because i knew i wasn't walking or taking the bus... on this day that will live on in my mind, i had my brother and his girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;audrey&lt;/span&gt; in the car we were driving home on County Rd. going by the library when this smarty pants guy made a crack about the car loud enough that i could hear him. so faster than you could blink your eye i pull over so that the tail end of the car was about 20 feet in front of him, i quickly put the car in park and my foot on the gas and went to town... you should have seen the CLOUDS of smoke... it was so dark and thick it was like night back there... the guy pushes his way through the smoke and i quickly roll down my window and yell out... "HEY, AT LEAST WE AREN'T WALKING!" well the "we" really weren't in the car, i looked back to make sure that my brother and his girlfriend had my back only to see them laying down so that nobody could see them... I guess i was the only one that wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about the car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3586096620251991655?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3586096620251991655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3586096620251991655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3586096620251991655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3586096620251991655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-talking-to-my-sister-and-i-told.html' title='a short story by Nicomi'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgugPta7nKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2WFVgB1-oC4/s72-c/1984_Ford_Country_Squire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-263776857694234425</id><published>2009-05-07T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:52:42.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest homework ever turned in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgO5FKLn7hI/AAAAAAAAAWA/D_XqHxbYWJE/s1600-h/IMG_6641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333309882020392466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgO5FKLn7hI/AAAAAAAAAWA/D_XqHxbYWJE/s320/IMG_6641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I am going to tell you about my aunt Nicomi. When we went to legoland we went of rides that were fun. My aunt Nicomi is kind, helpful and she let me go on the playgrownd.  We play tag. I was faster than her but she took a short cat. I got taged then i taged her back.  She is special because I always see her every Sunday and when..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgO4w1c57ZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iDAblCnbEds/s1600-h/IMG_6642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333309532858346898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgO4w1c57ZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iDAblCnbEds/s320/IMG_6642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...go on a trip we always feel happy.  I am glad she's in my family and I love her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;written by my adorable, smart little nephew Tyler!  I love him!  He definitely deserves the E+ that he got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgO4QFtJooI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8ZCfvsm1a-I/s1600-h/IMG_6641.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgO4P7JaobI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BqxYYybaib4/s1600-h/IMG_6642.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-263776857694234425?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/263776857694234425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=263776857694234425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/263776857694234425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/263776857694234425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-homework-ever-turned-in.html' title='the greatest homework ever turned in!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SgO5FKLn7hI/AAAAAAAAAWA/D_XqHxbYWJE/s72-c/IMG_6641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6795026446115005574</id><published>2009-05-03T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:12:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nesha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6Cc8PdeSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Vo6pj6ngEn8/s1600-h/IMG_6567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331842442572167458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6Cc8PdeSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Vo6pj6ngEn8/s320/IMG_6567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh the joys of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disneyland&lt;/span&gt;! we  piled in the van and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; tunes all the way up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anaheim&lt;/span&gt;, i giggled hard at the video forgetting that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; tunes is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' funny!  porter made me laugh when we were about to pull into the park, mom i don't think we're in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diego&lt;/span&gt; anymore.  NOPE... WE'RE AT DISNEYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6CQZyQVQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_Ya5dZ_qiAU/s1600-h/IMG_6560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331842227164435714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6CQZyQVQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_Ya5dZ_qiAU/s320/IMG_6560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6CBxaghgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Odb9MLN1h8E/s1600-h/IMG_6536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331841975809246722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6CBxaghgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Odb9MLN1h8E/s320/IMG_6536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BzgXQfRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9YKCpHJoFXo/s1600-h/IMG_6551.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jake&lt;/span&gt; has more energy than i would ever know what to do with!  by they end of the day i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired and he just kept bouncing along!                      &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;joel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shannon&lt;/span&gt; came down and took part in the festivities... however when you have a sick son and a daughter that scratched her cornea you don't stay long&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331841730714041618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BzgXQfRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9YKCpHJoFXo/s320/IMG_6551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BmBuSXMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/c63-bHCCXtI/s1600-h/IMG_6535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331841499150834882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BmBuSXMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/c63-bHCCXtI/s320/IMG_6535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mom and i on a thunder mountain... she couldn't believe i kept taking pictures through the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BXy_IJvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6spqfnk2c8g/s1600-h/IMG_6519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331841254676768498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BXy_IJvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6spqfnk2c8g/s320/IMG_6519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;paul&lt;/span&gt; was the general hauler of people i think... pushing mom up hills was no problem, but down them SUCKS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BGEZ-F4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4ilX4C6_WCc/s1600-h/IMG_6514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331840950115112834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6BGEZ-F4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4ilX4C6_WCc/s320/IMG_6514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nesha&lt;/span&gt; and i at the beginning of the day... she told me she loves my devious mind as we were sitting waiting in the handicap lines on space mountain.  Moral of the story, my mom is now the permanent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;disneyland&lt;/span&gt; person!  I will take her and get on all the rides through the wheelchair access which really means getting to jump to the front of the lines.  it costs 12 dollars at the end of the day, well worth not standing around waiting for ever in lines! we rode 13 rides, ate overpriced food, laughed, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt;, got irritated when the other person wouldn't answer the phone, got back together when the other person would actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;, we ran people over with the wheelchair, skipped the lines, loved on poor little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bella&lt;/span&gt;, celebrated one of the greatest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;  i have ever known, and loved being together!  can a day be any better than that?  but really nothing compares to time spent with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a5f60b8d7974759" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a5f60b8d7974759%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173419%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D272C8A74E2828D80050F78D8D2F568412259BF7.B9CAC4BFF47DF3DB14C8085DE127CC70279F2FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a5f60b8d7974759%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkofOqGXRy3pvzX67cF_gWF7U5WU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a5f60b8d7974759%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173419%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D272C8A74E2828D80050F78D8D2F568412259BF7.B9CAC4BFF47DF3DB14C8085DE127CC70279F2FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a5f60b8d7974759%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkofOqGXRy3pvzX67cF_gWF7U5WU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;so here is my mom sucking up her pride to be sat and pushed through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disneyland&lt;/span&gt;!!! we all got a kick out of it, but really at the end of the day i am thankful that we did... i can't imagine the pain she would have been in had we not pushed her into this!!!  is she not the most adorable person you have seen?  i have a couple of good pictures that i am not posting out of respect but dang they are funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6795026446115005574?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a5f60b8d7974759&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6795026446115005574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6795026446115005574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6795026446115005574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6795026446115005574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-nesha.html' title='Happy Birthday Nesha!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Sf6Cc8PdeSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Vo6pj6ngEn8/s72-c/IMG_6567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1275204820351170491</id><published>2009-04-25T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:43:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a night of ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SfPDsTFk4cI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YuBE5fvNU1E/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328817949914751426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SfPDsTFk4cI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YuBE5fvNU1E/s400/DSC04149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i got to go hang with some of my favorite people, watch my favorite team, eat all you can eat hot dogs and nacho's, sing the seventh inning stretch song and walk a long way to and from the game and watch the scary dodger fans heckle and throw food at GIANTS fans!  What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SfPDsJHiq7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/CWzzrhEsLJc/s1600-h/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328817947238640562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SfPDsJHiq7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/CWzzrhEsLJc/s400/DSC04161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so i just got one story that still makes me laugh about this night.  this random smelly drinking guy that i was sitting on and i started talking and laughing when the crowd started heckling people.  we turn around to see what GUY it was that they were booing when lo and behold its 2 GIRLS.  they are throwing food at them and yelling at these poor girls that just happened to cheer on the right team.  this make-up wearing, pierced face guy and i started to laugh when he says "you know that if we were sitting in any other pavilion besides the all you can eat pavillion people wouldn't be throwing food. not in this economy, they would be thinking to themselves, hey i paid for these peanuts..." totally true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7242d32cc4994cdf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7242d32cc4994cdf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173420%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37D993C13E3D5AC0796631B266D7801904D6B50F.584AC61B4FE072C799047053127DB70C873A593A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7242d32cc4994cdf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyEF86Pv_dFsQPA_tO63wh0FB2sE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7242d32cc4994cdf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173420%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37D993C13E3D5AC0796631B266D7801904D6B50F.584AC61B4FE072C799047053127DB70C873A593A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7242d32cc4994cdf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyEF86Pv_dFsQPA_tO63wh0FB2sE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annie made me sing Dodgers... outta respect i did... also a little out of fear!  but please note i forget the words and try to fake it... doesnt work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1275204820351170491?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7242d32cc4994cdf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1275204820351170491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1275204820351170491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1275204820351170491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1275204820351170491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-of-ball.html' title='a night of ball!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SfPDsTFk4cI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YuBE5fvNU1E/s72-c/DSC04149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-7397864101605441237</id><published>2009-04-17T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:21:21.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>today i got to hang out and see my highschool friends... its been 14 years since we last saw each other... so here is the thing, for the most part i have no desire, nor can i remember people when people say someones name from highschool.  but these 2 girls were my real friends.  i got to spend a lot of time with my friend gloria, i got to do her hair and hear that they diagnosed her with stage 4 stomach cancer, but she battled it and now the doctor isnt sure just what to do with her because the mass has gone down, still there but not the size of her fist!  YEAH!  she has a little son that was really young when she first got diagnosed with it.  glo is just one of those people that has this amazing love of life, she is freakin funny and is always up to mischief... its one of the reasons that we get along.  talking to her made me think of my own mortality. i would have to say as much as i love my life, i have to say that i have been so richly blessed that as sad as it would be to end this life i would be ok knowing that without a doubt i loved with my whole heart and was loved in return.  thats a good thought.  the bride to be's name fits her to a tee... its sunny.  she is a ray of sunshine, not a judgemental bone in her body and truly makes people around her feel welcomed and love.  she loves and i love it!  i realized tonight that its kinda fun to learn how to do lap dances and to be silly... but just so you know, i didn't but i watched and i sure did giggle a lot! so i will add that to my list of wasteless knowledge, kinda like when my grandma showed me how to do the sexy walk! :) oh the memories, lots of laughs, and the fact that we just picked up like it was yesterday that i last saw them!  thats the sign of true friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-7397864101605441237?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7397864101605441237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=7397864101605441237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7397864101605441237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7397864101605441237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='wow!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-531218417496556914</id><published>2009-04-13T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:47:38.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter~birthday celebrations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f44637a4f4459344e513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: easter party" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f44637a4f4459344e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-531218417496556914?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/531218417496556914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=531218417496556914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/531218417496556914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/531218417496556914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/easterbirthday-celebrations.html' title='Easter~birthday celebrations!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3100597222443520053</id><published>2009-04-13T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:46:36.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>james and bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b38e57e001ee8c76" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db38e57e001ee8c76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173420%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF44C88F675CD8F6C5CF630B8650C7DFD7C2E55A.2AFE2D4BAB44EE27F0C29356B15CAB5031AAD355%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db38e57e001ee8c76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRMX6MqrOjKGUxTLIHkD_VpnOdtU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db38e57e001ee8c76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173420%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF44C88F675CD8F6C5CF630B8650C7DFD7C2E55A.2AFE2D4BAB44EE27F0C29356B15CAB5031AAD355%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db38e57e001ee8c76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRMX6MqrOjKGUxTLIHkD_VpnOdtU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of my favorite things about my manly older brother james is his love of kids and how they adore him right back!  He will grab 'em and walk around with them like footballs tucked into his arm but he will love on them and make them smile... its something that makes me happy to be able to watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3100597222443520053?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b38e57e001ee8c76&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3100597222443520053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3100597222443520053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3100597222443520053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3100597222443520053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/james-and-bella.html' title='james and bella'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4297046861801611304</id><published>2009-04-05T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:59:49.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my yearly self check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4455314d4463354e673d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: my year!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4455314d4463354e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year i find myself going over my year, basically taking inventory and making my "new years" resolutions.  I find myself thinking about what it was that i learned, saw, loved, so here's a few pictures, that in now way say all that i have done but you get the picture! I have a lot to work on, a lot of new things i want to learn, but i have another year to become a little bit more amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4297046861801611304?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4297046861801611304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4297046861801611304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4297046861801611304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4297046861801611304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-yearly-self-check.html' title='my yearly self check!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4072777019316008</id><published>2009-04-01T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:52:34.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the ach eeeeh elle elle!!!</title><content type='html'>so i was cranky this weekend... i don't have a lot to blog about because i have about 10 toooo many projects going on and life is full of twists and turns, so when i thought about blogging it wasnt going to be a nice blog! i thought for the niceness of peoples eyes i wouldn't have a blog full of curse words... if you want that just take a drive with me! lol! (it also comes with gestures too if you are lucky!) this is just a video of jackson that makes me giggle! he is so stinkin cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-39fb17a969ea6d7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4072777019316008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4072777019316008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4072777019316008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-ach-eeeeh-elle-elle.html' title='what the ach eeeeh elle elle!!!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6450572071593329385</id><published>2009-03-07T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:24:10.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>words can't express!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa9dfcd925cd42ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa9dfcd925cd42ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173420%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4282485DB976CB67969F6F8E9D231D7F7FB55783.3F72B2ADD2D2AC91D6AFA734578B31BCB592C00E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa9dfcd925cd42ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaFqWrRifCU5RbSuFLONDw9c1nw4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa9dfcd925cd42ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173420%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4282485DB976CB67969F6F8E9D231D7F7FB55783.3F72B2ADD2D2AC91D6AFA734578B31BCB592C00E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa9dfcd925cd42ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaFqWrRifCU5RbSuFLONDw9c1nw4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this one makes me giggle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Josh and i played wii fit for a little while today... that bein' said as soon as he was doing the hoola hoop i oh so slighly reached for my camera!!! he had no clue and it made me giggle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after watching this like 10 times... please notice that josh really starts to go fast when i ask if he is going to beat me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i notice that my giggle makes me giggle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84745cb8418fde05" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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One of us would do something, and the other would do exactly what josh just did... and then we would giggle... for the most part!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6450572071593329385?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=84745cb8418fde05&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6450572071593329385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6450572071593329385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6450572071593329385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6450572071593329385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-cant-express.html' title='words can&apos;t express!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4953585624249583222</id><published>2009-03-06T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:57:58.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this one was so fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH-YVopy3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/xDjuJJ_VVRM/s1600-h/IMG_6395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310305129724496754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH-YVopy3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/xDjuJJ_VVRM/s400/IMG_6395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the collar that i embroidered on the machine... i have never done this either so it wasnt perfect but i loved the overall look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH56fONjkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/KKGesq7x48g/s1600-h/IMG_6397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300218855362114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH56fONjkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/KKGesq7x48g/s400/IMG_6397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie has this cool thing that she tucks charlotte in at night with... helps to keep her warm through the night. when i was up sleeping with bella, she woke up and i thought it was because she was hungry... shannon said that it was because she was cold. so I thought i would make one of these and see if she like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new machine does letters! so i put a strip down the inside middle of things i want her to remember to live her life by... maybe osmosis will rub off on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH56BpHM1I/AAAAAAAAATs/yRMPzWwkai8/s1600-h/IMG_6393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300210915128146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH56BpHM1I/AAAAAAAAATs/yRMPzWwkai8/s400/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a flower... i always have to put a little comi flair on whatever i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH55mfNkmI/AAAAAAAAATk/0WG7rdyiqzg/s1600-h/IMG_6396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300203625845346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH55mfNkmI/AAAAAAAAATk/0WG7rdyiqzg/s400/IMG_6396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasn't perfect... but for my first one, it works and the next one i might do... will be better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4953585624249583222?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4953585624249583222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4953585624249583222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4953585624249583222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4953585624249583222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-one-was-so-fun.html' title='this one was so fun!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SbH-YVopy3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/xDjuJJ_VVRM/s72-c/IMG_6395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1531099263903903892</id><published>2009-03-02T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:54:49.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SaziBX2sZWI/AAAAAAAAATc/2bIOjMQjTQQ/s1600-h/IMG_6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308866573974136162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SaziBX2sZWI/AAAAAAAAATc/2bIOjMQjTQQ/s400/IMG_6386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see the amazing crusty that my sweet little niece is giving.  she kinda looks like a mean badger ready to bite! lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1531099263903903892?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1531099263903903892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1531099263903903892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1531099263903903892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1531099263903903892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-see-amazing-crusty-that-my-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SaziBX2sZWI/AAAAAAAAATc/2bIOjMQjTQQ/s72-c/IMG_6386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-800741161568023716</id><published>2009-03-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:42:11.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the joys</title><content type='html'>this weekend i got to enjoy a weekends worth of partying with a whole bunch of 18 year olds! oh the joy of getting to watch a couple make out in the hot tub and to hear a guy puke in the bushes. I got to walk into the downstairs hall and smell the oh-so-yummy smell of taco bell/beer/4:20... yeah, i think that the kid thinks that this is his personal party place and he doesnt have to do any of the clean up. I remember vividly the "parties" i used to go to... though i do have to say nothing like this ever happened in my innocent life. But i have a few fears about this, underage drinking and drug use... what happens if one of these untouchable kids decides that he needs to leave... cuz we all know that impaired people make the best decisions... gets into an accident (God forbid) what would happen to me? I am the adult that is on site... i am terrified of what would happen... I know that this is the kids house, he should always feel like he can come home, have friends over... but 2 parties in one week... TOOOOOO MUCH! He lives at state. they have made this their own personal party house... Now i am in a situation that should i talk to the parents? Because i am taking care of their house... i have NO loyalty to the son, but i don't want to rock the boat... i love where i live, it really couldn't be better... but do i talk to the parents and tell them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-800741161568023716?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/800741161568023716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=800741161568023716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/800741161568023716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/800741161568023716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-joys.html' title='oh the joys'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1289741789440419089</id><published>2009-02-15T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:29:52.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pattern smattern!</title><content type='html'>Whoever said that you need a pattern to do things just wasn't creative enough to figure it out on their own!  I was talking to kim and looking at a website that i found that i love the clothes, i really loved a skirt that they had on the site but it was sold out... then i thought that i had the perfect material that i really loved instantly... So i layed it out and eyed another skirt that i had and started cutting!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZj22-cXypI/AAAAAAAAATM/GPyd59GZqqg/s1600-h/IMG_6355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303259985564125842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZj22-cXypI/AAAAAAAAATM/GPyd59GZqqg/s320/IMG_6355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, you who doubted me, i thought of you the whole time i was sewing!!! I really didn't know if it would turn out in order for me to wear it in public... but i sure did finish it in time to get to church this morning!  i need to add some belt loops but other wise, I love this thing and it turned out exactly like i wanted!!!  i felt like a little girl in a princess skirt... i was like julia roberts and i kept "dinging!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZj22pwCqUI/AAAAAAAAATE/e7dcRVPltRo/s1600-h/IMG_6352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303259980009482562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZj22pwCqUI/AAAAAAAAATE/e7dcRVPltRo/s320/IMG_6352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1289741789440419089?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1289741789440419089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1289741789440419089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1289741789440419089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1289741789440419089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/pattern-smattern.html' title='pattern smattern!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZj22-cXypI/AAAAAAAAATM/GPyd59GZqqg/s72-c/IMG_6355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5856347376349527707</id><published>2009-02-11T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:13:50.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to eat them up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNQ4KAfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/zwvNHQaY3mU/s1600-h/IMG_6323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301670112034498450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNQ4KAfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/zwvNHQaY3mU/s320/IMG_6323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I get these little mini vacations that are a breath of fresh air in my life!  They are not going anywhere exotic, or breathtaking, nope they are the day trips that i get to take to see my brother, sister and the kids... I was driving up there this time and really realized that I love to see them more than anything.  my whole week is spent in anticipation of going.  But really what could be better than to love and smooch on these adorable kids, to tease jackson and get teased in return by him, to eat good grub, to talk with my brother and to giggle with shannon!  But darn her for always making cookies when i go up!  I think its fun that shannon and i were roomates and that we were friends... makes it fun to go up and to talk and be together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNQ4FwNcFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/dRexNKUW_Fs/s1600-h/IMG_6328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301670110892486738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNQ4FwNcFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/dRexNKUW_Fs/s320/IMG_6328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to take jackson back with me for a slumber party!!! he was surprisingly amazingly fun and chill about the whole thing!  I would just remind him that he was going to spend the night at my house... which always made him happy and say "yesss, i stayin' at comi's house... ooooh the dog, we gotta feed the dog"  I think that if i were to have a kid it would be this one... only because his sleeping is amazing!!! in the morning he just chills in his crib and you go in when you are ready for him!!! that is the kind of kid i want!!! not the ones that wake up at 5 ready for the day to start. (big surprise i know!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNQ32ckWFI/AAAAAAAAASs/tkw0vRexF28/s1600-h/IMG_6322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301670106783570002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNQ32ckWFI/AAAAAAAAASs/tkw0vRexF28/s320/IMG_6322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ever seen this kind of seat before... the ones that prop a kid up that cant sit... I was in the kitchen when joel said why don't you sit her in this... I coulda eaten her up with her cute little face just lookin' at me like what's going on?!!!  She makes me smile! That night I took her in my room so that shannon who had to work a 13 hour day on sat. could sleep... Yeah, its ok that i don't have kids... I think I would have slept a little better had joel not said to me... "make sure that you pop that binkey into her mouth pretty quick or she becomes inconsolable"  so that ringing in my head i was soooo much more of a light sleeper than I already am that I would wake up to any movement!  we got some cuddle time in though which is always good! &lt;br /&gt; Needless to say, I love my family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5856347376349527707?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5856347376349527707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5856347376349527707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5856347376349527707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5856347376349527707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-want-to-eat-them-up.html' title='I just want to eat them up!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNQ4KAfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/zwvNHQaY3mU/s72-c/IMG_6323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-703582888572857403</id><published>2009-02-11T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:25:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh's Very merry unxmas present!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNO0FN8YCI/AAAAAAAAASk/2IrGJjaOlG4/s1600-h/IMG_6294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301667843006029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNO0FN8YCI/AAAAAAAAASk/2IrGJjaOlG4/s320/IMG_6294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the material that i picked out for josh's duvet cover... I loved it and really thought about his room and what he already had going on in there.  I made my first tailored bed skirt with box pleats that is made of the same black material as the back and the two side stripes!  I loved the look of it when i got to see it on his bed!  I really really love doing this stuff and am thinking about making and selling one of a kind duvet/ beds to sell!  to me the time and the effort are fun because i get instant gratification!  and I love to give these to the people that I love... something about making it with love for someone and to know that I am wrapping them up with my love everytime they go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNOz6iis7I/AAAAAAAAASc/hrNb7R4HSVo/s1600-h/IMG_6295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301667840139637682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNOz6iis7I/AAAAAAAAASc/hrNb7R4HSVo/s320/IMG_6295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-703582888572857403?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/703582888572857403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=703582888572857403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/703582888572857403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/703582888572857403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/joshs-very-merry-unxmas-present.html' title='Josh&apos;s Very merry unxmas present!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNO0FN8YCI/AAAAAAAAASk/2IrGJjaOlG4/s72-c/IMG_6294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1300813337658082814</id><published>2009-02-11T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:17:23.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happiest place on earth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNJUCarhAI/AAAAAAAAASU/6KQzguiwzgU/s1600-h/IMG_6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301661794940191746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNJUCarhAI/AAAAAAAAASU/6KQzguiwzgU/s320/IMG_6286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved Mr. Potato Head... He talks to people in the line and interacts with them... you cant help but stop and watch him when you pass by the ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the thing i learned about disneyland... you have to listen to what other people have done... because usually there is so much more than what we normally do!  I dragged bryce to watch crush the sea turtle talk to us.  he didn't want to go watch, but i told him it was something nana (my mom) loved... guess what he didn't stop talking about!!!  after this though I became the worst aunt ever and took him on the tower of terror... I thought he had been on it... YUP no he sure hadn't... he confused it with the haunted hotel... so going up i wasn't really hearing the clues that he was throwing out... like "how do they get the pictures to talk" and " I don't want to go see their rooms"  OOOOOPS!  as soon as it pulled back and we were looking into the mirror of ourselves was when i realized my failure at really hearing what he was saying!  He buried his head in my arm and refused to look... I asked him "Bryce, haven't you ridden this ride?" he murmured a very muffled no... I just need you to know the panic that set in... I wanted to scream "LET ME OFF THIS RIDE" But really what good would that do... I told him really fast what was about to happen, really not knowing if he heard or not and prayed that he would be ok!  So the moral of this story... Really listen to what people are saying, not just think you are! Oh and this ride is far more scary with your eyes clinched shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIPdVv2kI/AAAAAAAAASM/-MDnZgzoF18/s1600-h/IMG_6285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660616756288066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIPdVv2kI/AAAAAAAAASM/-MDnZgzoF18/s320/IMG_6285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting in line for toy story and wondering what the ride was going to be like... yup its the funnest! The couple in front of us said  "its like buzz lightyear... only better"  This was the line that bryce was not happy about having to wait in.  I kept telling him to suck it up because that's what you have to do in order to be at disneyland!!!  He was really spoiled because of the lack of lines! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIPA9eRmI/AAAAAAAAASE/YbbVHYgZ3X8/s1600-h/IMG_6279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660609138280034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIPA9eRmI/AAAAAAAAASE/YbbVHYgZ3X8/s320/IMG_6279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sounds cheesy, but when i was riding this ride and the sun was peeking out from the clouds, I looked over and saw this and thought to myself... I hope the sun always shines on his face!  I  have always thought this about my nephews and niece and its a humbling thought... THEY CAN DO ANYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIOiPXlvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DrRwJfZgXME/s1600-h/IMG_6270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660600891840242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIOiPXlvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DrRwJfZgXME/s320/IMG_6270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thunder mountain in the dark tunnels!  Bryce doesn't like the dark parts!  I love our eyes though, you can tell we were being flung around a corner and were bracing ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIObAh5zI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D0BVpkfO830/s1600-h/IMG_6266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660598950553394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNIObAh5zI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D0BVpkfO830/s320/IMG_6266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting in the line for space mountain!!! Bryce wanted the front of the ride... he's no fool! we shot around and i got to hear him scream on a ride for the first time! i love this ride and every time i ride it I think of mom prettyman!  I will always remember doing my giggle laugh/scream and making her laugh to the point of no noise and tears streaming down her face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNINOvs1iI/AAAAAAAAARs/-tESB-iFlFA/s1600-h/IMG_6260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660578478872098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNINOvs1iI/AAAAAAAAARs/-tESB-iFlFA/s320/IMG_6260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we started the day with it raining!!! do you know what that means... NO LINES!  really we waited for the tram... i think that felt like the longest line!  Our butts got wet but oh well... this is also where i realized that i don't like wet feet! cuz as we all learned in forest gump... you gotta take care of your feet, nothing is as important as your feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1300813337658082814?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1300813337658082814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1300813337658082814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1300813337658082814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1300813337658082814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='the happiest place on earth!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SZNJUCarhAI/AAAAAAAAASU/6KQzguiwzgU/s72-c/IMG_6286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5330692225409353633</id><published>2009-01-19T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:13:39.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just have to say...</title><content type='html'>my gaydar is off... must always have been... a foriegn exchange student from my freshman year found me on facebook... he was my first true crush... oh that's right he's gay!!! i can call it for everyone else just not myself... this is funny and must be the way my life will continue!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5330692225409353633?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5330692225409353633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5330692225409353633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5330692225409353633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5330692225409353633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-have-to-say.html' title='i just have to say...'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5803847107755289176</id><published>2009-01-18T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:48:21.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPERATE!</title><content type='html'>so kim and marne aren't the only people desperate to get their hair cut! so here's the thing... my hair was driving me crazy... it was so unhealthy and broken that i refused to straighten it because i knew that i would sit and pick at all the broken ends. today, as i was sitting at family dinner and the crowd was thinning out i couldn't take it anymore and told my mom that she was going to cut my hair! i went out to my car and grabbed my scissors (i had them in case joel or shannon wanted a cut) came in and started sectioning my hair. I sat on the chair and the flashbacks of youth started running in my head... whenever my mom would get her hands on my head i would end up in the bathroom crying... I sucked it up and started explaining exactly how i wanted it... 90 degrees out of my head with your fingers at a 45 degree angle... cut on the inside of your fingers... when she and my sister (who i wrangled into staying to support me) were able to decipher what i was saying, held our breaths and the cut started. I walked her through it, while i held a mirror and nesha held another, i watched and told her exactly how to do it... the first cut they were nervous but i looked at it and told them it was perfect. they moved through and did an amazing job! I had her deep point cut into my hair and as i sat there and explained they looked at me like i was crazy, they did it and then brushed it out... they both had a look on their faces that said that, ooooh she does know what she is talking about! nesha eventually unlocked her nervous death grip on the mirror and my mom was able to put away the scissors and comb without me wailing in the bathroom! i can say now that at least i do know what i am doing and even though my mom did the classic one side longer than the other, i could fix it and i just need you to know that I AM CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5803847107755289176?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5803847107755289176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3846521688644488728</id><published>2009-01-15T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:13:30.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joys of the d.m.v.</title><content type='html'>my liscense plate tags were expired...so after various wrangling with the main office in sacramento i decided that i was done with the mail correspondence and got up really early and got down to the d.m.v. in hillcrest.  as i got in and got my number, B21, i went to go sit down and patiently wait for my number.  i sat there and various thoughts came to mind... &lt;br /&gt;1.the d.m.v makes me itch. even just thinking about it i have to scratch my head.&lt;br /&gt;2. i wonder when i am going to have to wash my hair to get rid of any lice that i caught from the various strangers sitting by me.&lt;br /&gt;3. the chairs are TOOOOO close together and I don't like sitting on a strangers lap.&lt;br /&gt;4. i don't speak spanish, tagalog, french or any other language, so its not that fun to sit and decifer what the crap is being said in the moments of uncomfortableness when you are sitting on top of each other.&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't like to get hit in the head with purses diaper bags or briefcases.&lt;br /&gt;6.i wonder why the place has to be so sterile and laugh as we all sit there with blank faces and try to avoid eye contact with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;7.i feel like i am trapped in the movie beetlejuice.&lt;br /&gt;8. everytime the voice came on i thought it was funny that everyone would look down praying that it was your number.&lt;br /&gt;9.  finally getting called is the BEST feeling in the world and you feel like a true winner with someone yelling "come on down, nicomi"&lt;br /&gt;10  scrambling to get to the counter before they give up on you and push for some other ticket to get there.&lt;br /&gt;11. you better PRAY you have all the documents whether they be something obscure or something obvious... or else you will be trapped in a never ending hell as the clerk looks at your very frustrated face and with glee in their hearts they send you scurrying for some other piece of paper filed in some other place that you have to remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3846521688644488728?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3846521688644488728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3846521688644488728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of the time its fine... sometimes i am ready to meet someone.&lt;br /&gt;2...i don't know where to go to meet anyone...&lt;br /&gt;3...i need to get out of the house everynight and go to the gym!&lt;br /&gt;4...i want to get out and learn more and be better everday!&lt;br /&gt;5...i think step ups SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;6...i love my mom and she has a sick and twisted sense of humor just like i do!&lt;br /&gt;7...i usually follow the rules, but when i mess up i mess up BIG!&lt;br /&gt;8...i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;9...i believe.&lt;br /&gt;10..i love to workout and it makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;11..i get irritated at some people no matter how nice they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;12..i am addicted to sugar.&lt;br /&gt;13..i want to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-8788374392242004867?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8738311070365839572</id><published>2009-01-01T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:11:08.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SV13gmkV5LI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tlUSEN4v3NQ/s1600-h/IMG_6202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SV13gmkV5LI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tlUSEN4v3NQ/s320/IMG_6202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286512939595326642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SV12bs1k12I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8Dtm-ANdZTg/s1600-h/IMG_6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SV12bs1k12I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8Dtm-ANdZTg/s320/IMG_6207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286511755867248482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year has come and gone... i can't believe its 2009!  so many interesting things happened last year, good, bad and the never mentioned but its always good to ring in the new years with people that you love!  we chilled up at my friend karens house, invaded was more like it, but i felt at home walking in and seeing a new adult every second and then the kids running everywhere... i don't think i ever got a name to a face but they were cute!  it was fun to celebrate a fake new year with them and to do those poppers... i didn't know where to hold it and it really has a kick when held incorrectly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-8738311070365839572?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8738311070365839572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=8738311070365839572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8738311070365839572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8738311070365839572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEARS!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SV13gmkV5LI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tlUSEN4v3NQ/s72-c/IMG_6202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8845919527516301122</id><published>2008-12-29T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:01:31.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love walking on the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViM0o5ArDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LcVCaOynuJo/s1600-h/aaron+on+a+cliff4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViM0o5ArDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LcVCaOynuJo/s320/aaron+on+a+cliff4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128998676900914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViM0FryWzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Lpv78BxgyJc/s1600-h/aaron+on+a+cliff2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViM0FryWzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Lpv78BxgyJc/s320/aaron+on+a+cliff2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128989226195762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go walk on the beach with one of the people that can make  me laugh no matter what my mood is because i know that trouble is usually around the corner with him!  aaron and i went just down the street from my house after church and walked up and down solana beach area... as we were walking back he says he wanted to climb the cliff... i told him i wanted to take a picture of him climbing under the sign that says to stay back from the unstable cliff walls.  the first attempt he went and figured out the wall and his shoes were too wet. the second attempt was me trying and i do mean to say it was a sorry attempt at trying to boost him up...i boosted him a whole whopping foot off the ground and grunted "are you up yet?" yeah, not even close! the third attempt was the successful one where he climbed up my body first on my leg next on my shoulder! the moral of this story, when its a dumb idea, nicomi will succeed or help others along the way!  as i sat down below snapping pictures i thought to myself, what if this wall decided that right now was the time to fall and I just helped him get up there, not to mention the fact that i am down below this rock... when he jumped down, i gave an inward sigh of relief! we both said that we wished we could have gotten a picture of the two of us trying to climb that wall! we walked down to the tide pools and i saw 4 very large anenomes, i have to say that i sat and stared at the inside of 2 of them... i have never seen such an amazing teal (the color of gangrine) as i saw in the center of these amazing creatures that we mean humans like to poke.  the variations of the color were beautiful and something that i am glad that i got to see in my life.  I am amazed by the simple things in this life and thankful for these glimpses of things that take my breath away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-8845919527516301122?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8845919527516301122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=8845919527516301122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8845919527516301122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/8845919527516301122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-walking-on-beach.html' title='i love walking on the beach'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViM0o5ArDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LcVCaOynuJo/s72-c/aaron+on+a+cliff4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3147438889903973129</id><published>2008-12-29T00:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:36:29.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViKR3EzIOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZWDgXAe0cPs/s1600-h/christmas+storm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViKR3EzIOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZWDgXAe0cPs/s320/christmas+storm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285126202165764322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViKRkMma3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/NTN67dUgoMw/s1600-h/christmas+day%27s+storm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViKRkMma3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/NTN67dUgoMw/s320/christmas+day%27s+storm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285126197098212210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other people have white christmas but usually we have such mild weather people often go to the beach on christmas day.  this year it rained and the wind was blowing so hard that the rain was coming in sideways.  i was coming home from annies and daves and as i was dropping over the hill the clouds took my breath away.  i had to take pictures of it and it doesn't do it justice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3147438889903973129?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3147438889903973129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3147438889903973129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3147438889903973129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3147438889903973129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day!!!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViKR3EzIOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZWDgXAe0cPs/s72-c/christmas+storm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5421328121101658005</id><published>2008-12-29T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:24:44.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViFSFvLmQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yzfrDajeMgs/s1600-h/3christmastree2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViFSFvLmQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yzfrDajeMgs/s320/3christmastree2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285120708543486210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first christmas tree that was all mine! i got to decorate it just like i wanted to and didn't have to fight with other peoples inferior taste! lol! it was one of those trees that was all matchy matchy and makes me laugh to think about... the colors matched my apartment it was funny because gone are the days of the much beloved 2 foot blow up christmas tree that doubled as the bat for christmas tree beachball baseball... nope this took hours to decorate not the 30 seconds and 6 puffs of air to blow up... i loved those days and miss the fun of winding up and swinging with all your might the tree and trying to bounce the ball off the wall into the corner between the couch and the window or into the kitchen so you could safely make it around the bases back to home before you got tagged out! Hard to do in a small small living room, but the laughs were endless!  As i sat there thinking about my favorite christmas stories this was definitely on the top of the list, but my other favorite part of christmas was growing up and delivering to a family the 12 days of christmas. the picking of the family, figuring out what to give for each day, writing out the message in a way that nobody could figure out who wrote it, making the small gifts, the stratagy of how to park and where to run from and to, figuring out how to outsmart the family that was also stratagizing on how to catch whoever was dropping off the gifts, laughing as we peeled off and replaying the action in each of our roles, piling into the car with my whole family and enduring joel's gift of gas trapped in the back of the car with him, singing carols and bringing the final gift and laughing with the family about how close they came to catching us, leaving with a sense of making someone else's christmas a little better because they knew that they were thought of and very loved by someone else and knowing that they basically became grafted into the morris family tree whether they liked it or not!  I LOVED this part of christmas!  what are some of your favorite christmas stories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5421328121101658005?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5421328121101658005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5421328121101658005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5421328121101658005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5421328121101658005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViFSFvLmQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yzfrDajeMgs/s72-c/3christmastree2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1207002870976334676</id><published>2008-12-28T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:05:57.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViBanJM6II/AAAAAAAAAPw/nvuqdBPj2o8/s1600-h/san+diego+gang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViBanJM6II/AAAAAAAAAPw/nvuqdBPj2o8/s320/san+diego+gang.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285116456903436418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViBaVlZ4YI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3aoqBY6Nd60/s1600-h/nicomi+and+karen+good+angle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViBaVlZ4YI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3aoqBY6Nd60/s320/nicomi+and+karen+good+angle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285116452189888898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViBZ4DMMyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OhkcvT2yck8/s1600-h/jaime+and+johns+wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViBZ4DMMyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OhkcvT2yck8/s320/jaime+and+johns+wedding.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285116444261757730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that my days of overwhelming amounts of weddings is finally at an end!!! one of my last single friends got married to the man of her dreams on december 20th.  it was one of the most beautiful weddings i have ever been to (annies and her's tie) it was well thought out and very organized! the only draw back was the fact that while we do live in southern california the wedding was outside... WE FROZE OUR BUTTS OFF!  the invitation did tell you very clearly to bring your jackets but you can't keep the lower half warm!!! they did however have the heating lamps and fire pit. but the best part of the night was that they had hot chocolate!  it was delicious!  i have to say that the older i get and the more single i am weddings do get a little harder to attend, a purely selfish thing i know, so as i was sitting with my dear friend karen she told me that she was only going to do her own and as a side note mine... which she quickly took back... i totally laughed because i felt the same!  we sat in the corner and giggled when the bride walked up and asked what was soooo funny... how can you tell your dearest friend that weddings suck when you are her guest at her wedding? as we were sitting watching the video of them growing up jaime leaned over and said "one word comi... elope!" great so the day that I have dreamed of all my life, cuz yes i am that kind of girl, is the dreaded day that should just be skated over with two people running away to say their vows before people that don't care... sad!  but i do want to keep it very very small if that day should ever happen so that nobody feels like they are exhausted from having to attend! but jaime i am so happy that I got to see you and your hubby tie the knot, and to know that another one bit the dust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1207002870976334676?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1207002870976334676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=1207002870976334676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1207002870976334676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/1207002870976334676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-think-that-my-days-of-overwhelming.html' title='another one down!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SViBanJM6II/AAAAAAAAAPw/nvuqdBPj2o8/s72-c/san+diego+gang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1913180206079824676</id><published>2008-12-10T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:17:11.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so umm i'm bossy!</title><content type='html'>today was a fine example of just how truly bossy i am! i got to go christmas tree shopping with my dear friends annie and charlotte we walked into the garden center at target and started to look for the perfect tree.  my idea of a perfect christmas shopping for a tree is to just look for the freshest needles and pick up and go.  annie walks up and starts looking and says i love the color of that tree to which i said, "no that is dry look at a different one, like this one!"  so we start to unravel the twine holding it together when this other family walks up and starts to help pull the string.  annie shakes it out and its the perfect shape.  she walks over to pay when the man and his two sons start talking and the dad says do you want to look here or do you want to go over to home depot?  to which i respond, "they are the same here as over there you might as well just pick one here."  so the older son starts to pick at trees and he starts to unwrap this tree, instantly i say to him you don't want that tree because its too dry.  I pointed out the needles and he still starts to look at it.  i point out a different tree and say that is the tree you want!  the dad says yeah the top of that tree was ugly.  so the kid grabs the tree i said for them to look at and start to unwrap it.  next thing i know i am standing back with the dad saying that it was a great tree!  SOOOO BOSSY.  oh does it stop there NOPE... another set of ladies come in and start to look at trees (one had stopped to admire charlotte) they were behind me looking at this tree and i say really loudly that they didn't want that tree it wasn't good because the shape was all off and they wouldn't be happy!  they sure did put down the tree and start looking at other ones!  the man looked at me and said i will meet you here the same time next year christmas lady!  so the lesson here i have no shame and will boss a virtual stranger if i feel like i am right!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1913180206079824676?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1913180206079824676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5830186635974989615</id><published>2008-12-07T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:44:39.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f70906ba04dea480" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df70906ba04dea480%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330173420%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D65F8B0062E5609F18E77601E4BEB703F41FDF4.67DB9651F25A26CD1757024C6B6267D1BEE13C63%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df70906ba04dea480%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMhL_oCnonUGOSkJ0eyQQ40zmU78&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know when you move out of the family home and you are on your own for a few years and you come home for a visit and all of a sudden your room is now the family workout room... this happened to me recently, only it happened in the form of my little niece rach... she came to nana and papa'a house to spend some time for the weekend and my dad said to rach that comi's room was now rachael's room! so of course my niece had to call me and tell me that she now was the person who possessed the spare room in my parents house! my nephew is also in on it and says that its his room too... today my mom calls and we decide that it would be a good idea for me to go down and wait in the room and when rachael came in i would ask her what she was doing in my bedroom... i don't think that she knew what to do with me asking and it took her a little while, then she started in and said it was her room.  but in the end i did get on tape her saying it was mine... only to be taken away again! i tell you i get NO respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5830186635974989615?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f70906ba04dea480&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-1049131004907698165</id><published>2008-12-03T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:22:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a rant</title><content type='html'>i don't like rats, mice or anything that has to be killed in a trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-1049131004907698165?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1049131004907698165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4551308082617403121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4551308082617403121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3044593891735956398</id><published>2008-11-25T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:55:11.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SSzvk16YZeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WmDJz1L6ao0/s1600-h/IMG_6104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SSzvk16YZeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WmDJz1L6ao0/s320/IMG_6104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272852679970285026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SSzvkrBsYcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Y3FKdPe0dqw/s1600-h/IMG_6105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SSzvkrBsYcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Y3FKdPe0dqw/s320/IMG_6105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272852677048164802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past Sunday I got to have Rachel over while her parents and brothers all took off to tour Washington D.C. I love my time with her... now that I work I don't get to spend the time with her that I have spent in the past with the older kids.  So I had no idea that Rachel likes complete and total undivided attention, I have always had the other kids that buffer that desire of hers... Its like being with a mini me!  So after  a great discussion of where in my small apartment she would sleep it was decided that she would not sleep on the floor but would cuddle with me!  OH NELLY,  my pillow became hers and the queen bed of mine became a twin as she layed right at my side... I was constantly being smacked in the face and the noise of her hitting my head board was a constant. So I learned that Rachel time is fun but so is my single time!  I really need nights like that to remember that its fun to be JUST NICOMI! oh and her favorite saying is Lets GO and she isn't the shopper that doesn't mind walking each isle repeatedly without realizing it and pointing it out while waiting for my prescription to be filled for a stinkin' hour and half!  But I did get to paint her toes and when I put on my mascara she wanted to wear some too, so being the great auntie that I am she sure did get to wear it.  So watch out world my niece will be a complete knock out, she already can give a mean sultry look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3044593891735956398?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3044593891735956398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3044593891735956398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3044593891735956398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3044593891735956398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-this-past-sunday-i-got-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SSzvk16YZeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WmDJz1L6ao0/s72-c/IMG_6104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3790495308317162502</id><published>2008-11-15T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:44:21.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my latest project!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kWp3lMwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eTNi2Sq9FYM/s1600-h/IMG_6101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kWp3lMwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eTNi2Sq9FYM/s320/IMG_6101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269110798149825282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kWFP9dvI/AAAAAAAAANs/8WZE_oh2I6E/s1600-h/IMG_6100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kWFP9dvI/AAAAAAAAANs/8WZE_oh2I6E/s320/IMG_6100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269110788319966962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kVqOLrAI/AAAAAAAAANk/z0uk1BNVTx8/s1600-h/IMG_6099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kVqOLrAI/AAAAAAAAANk/z0uk1BNVTx8/s320/IMG_6099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269110781064752130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kVRMJ38I/AAAAAAAAANc/Cv6W7KXjT_k/s1600-h/IMG_6098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kVRMJ38I/AAAAAAAAANc/Cv6W7KXjT_k/s320/IMG_6098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269110774345359298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kU24kCbI/AAAAAAAAANU/tzeeXmWHQMs/s1600-h/IMG_6097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kU24kCbI/AAAAAAAAANU/tzeeXmWHQMs/s320/IMG_6097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269110767283866034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my 2 week project... the walshes were moving some stuff to texas and asked me to make a slip cover for this couch.  I have to say this being the second time to make a slipcover I am pretty impressed...  I did have to rip out the whole thing a couple of times and there are still some flaws but I got it done and LOVED the outcome.  I was literally stapling the bottom when the movers came but over all I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3790495308317162502?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3790495308317162502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3790495308317162502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3790495308317162502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3790495308317162502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-latest-project.html' title='my latest project!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SR-kWp3lMwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eTNi2Sq9FYM/s72-c/IMG_6101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-661711999605176582</id><published>2008-11-12T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:51:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my grumpy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SRuWJAwmgcI/AAAAAAAAANM/MuZmO0R5-qo/s1600-h/CIMG5575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SRuWJAwmgcI/AAAAAAAAANM/MuZmO0R5-qo/s320/CIMG5575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267969270706766274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was my Grandpa's 90th birthday and we had a party!  When my mom suggested this we all envisioned a family party... kinda boring because we do this every week, but what started out as a small party turned into a large party.  We had a couple cousins come in from alaska and a cousin come in from florida my great aunt and uncle came in from Toole Ut.  Lots of people that my grandparents go swimming with came and church members that they have been in the same ward forever with came to celebrate!  I was amazed to see the group that came, it made me realize that I am not the only person that loves this man!  My mom made us all get up and say who we are and a story.  It made me smile that so many people had so many stories and experiences with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the stories/moments that stuck out:&lt;br /&gt;~he taught me the value of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;~he took me out fishing and made my cousin sick out on the rough water and then refused to come back in after she had been puking all morning... something she has never forgiven him for!&lt;br /&gt;~my other cousin told us about the time she was visiting and her dog was hit by a car and had to be put down, she was so sad and went out and sat by the tree in the back yard and my grandpa came out and just held her and let her cry on her shoulder.  That has always been in her heart everytime she has mourned she remember his comfort and words.&lt;br /&gt;~my brother knew that when he came to Nevada that he would spend the next week under a car hood working. &lt;br /&gt;~my sister in law said that she is amazed that my grandpa can build any tool that he needs or come up with something that can fix something&lt;br /&gt;~we remembered that my grandpa lit his dads Gas Station on fire by a Torch by accident when he was little!&lt;br /&gt;~Remembering the story of his dad getting irritated that he was always in the way while he was trying to repair cars that he hung him up on a nail in the wall by his suspender straps!&lt;br /&gt;~My personal one was the best day of my life.  he woke me up, told me to get ready and took me to Sea World.  We threw away my grandmas sandwiches!!! As the day progressed it started to rain. We were sitting at shamu and it was just starting to really come down.  My grandpa nudges me and says look.  I looked down at this little old lady running to get out of the rain right when shamu was coming around the corner!  it was awesome to see the wave come over the rim and really soak her.  We sat there and giggled!  the sparkle really came into his eyes with this one! He came with me on  the ride that was there.  It didn't have a line so we ran like little kindergartners to get back to the front of the ride.  We went like 4 times because we had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;~another moment that made me laugh was when Kim and I were visiting from our apartment down the alley.  For some reason we were talking about deodorant and the kinds we used.  My grandpa says  "I use the rock" and stuck his armpit in Kims face so she could smell him.  It was awesome because it seemed so outa character for him but the best part was watching Kims shocked face as she didn't know what to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins met up with us and we went to Natti's for yet more food.  It is amazing to be able to get together and laugh as a family! I am thankful to be a part of this amazing group of people~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-661711999605176582?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/661711999605176582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=661711999605176582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/661711999605176582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/661711999605176582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-my-grumpy.html' title='I love my grumpy!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SRuWJAwmgcI/AAAAAAAAANM/MuZmO0R5-qo/s72-c/CIMG5575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4491341988322382182</id><published>2008-11-04T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:39:02.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness TODAY IS DONE!</title><content type='html'>Yeah to the right to stand up and to vote the way we each choose!  I am thankful to live in a country that can choose who we want to lead... I am also thankful to have the opportunity to vote in this exact election!  I got up and hurried down to O.B. to vote afraid that I would be stuck in long lines, walked right in and voted the way I felt was right.  I also want to remember this election for years to come... Not necessarily the canidates but the issues and how it feels to be an American right now.  I am scared, feel unsure, feel like my free agency and the way I want to live is under direct attack, wonder, amazement that in all likelyhood the first African American is going to hold office as the leader of the free world... That is freakin' cool.  It proves that really anything can be done.   But that same line is absolutely terrifying... Rights are easily taken and that is the feeling that scares me. I am curious to see what the future will hold for all of us...  I do know that I can make a difference and that I also need to make sure to get out there and help to make the world around me better.  Who knows just what will be achieved in the next day, the next year, the next 4 years... But here is to Ride of a lifetime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4491341988322382182?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4491341988322382182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4491341988322382182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4491341988322382182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4491341988322382182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-goodness-today-is-done.html' title='Thank Goodness TODAY IS DONE!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6748056597330736471</id><published>2008-11-02T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:02:52.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Great to be Auntie Comi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6eoOLsF6I/AAAAAAAAANA/15czQrm0A1Y/s1600-h/IMG_6096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6eoOLsF6I/AAAAAAAAANA/15czQrm0A1Y/s320/IMG_6096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319428281767842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6en6BmvUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lPuSToJYzDI/s1600-h/IMG_6093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6en6BmvUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lPuSToJYzDI/s320/IMG_6093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319422870764866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6enW3dmLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CEaPG1e7QPY/s1600-h/IMG_6092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6enW3dmLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CEaPG1e7QPY/s320/IMG_6092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319413432981682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6enAw4kiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/95TbGG3bpWU/s1600-h/IMG_6087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6enAw4kiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/95TbGG3bpWU/s320/IMG_6087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319407499809314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6emeVAFoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XmsuezbWkJM/s1600-h/IMG_6086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6emeVAFoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XmsuezbWkJM/s320/IMG_6086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319398256055938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was spent with my nephews!!! Jake wanted to cuddle in my bed which would have pushed us over the edge... Literally!  I sure did pull out my oh so comfy air mattress and the best sleeping bag ever and showed him how truly comfortable it is... Then put on Transformers and turned off the lights!  it was around 11:30 when we started the movie... I was fading really fast and everyone knows that movies are the best in the dark that late at night!!! I turned to look at Porter and saw that his eyes were closed, he was OUT!!! Jake however could outlast anyone with all his limitless energy every once in a while would say COMI... which would startle me awake and I would say Of course I am still awake!  The final time I said you know I think its time for bed!!!  We got up in the morning, after a night filled with Porter plastered to my side. (who does he think he is sleeping in the middle... he's not Nicomi!) I told him he was an oven and that I was sizzling, he jumped on top of me and I would say SIZZLE, SIZZLE... which would make him laugh!  Jake showed me his skills on the Wii playing Star Wars ALL DAY!  We did go for breakfast and then played some more Wii... Finaly Porter claimed boredom and got into his board shorts for a swim in the inviting pool in the back yard!!! Jake went right in... i asked him how cold it was and his response was "its pretty cold!" everytime he would take a step in. Once we were sufficiently frozen the war of splashing started with us using kickboards as shields and then the 3 of us tried to float on one floating bed... Porter the smallest almost drowning Jake and I made me laugh!  We came back and enjoyed some popcorn until I was called into work.  You know I wouldn't trade anytime that I have with them for anything in the world!  Its great to be ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6748056597330736471?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6748056597330736471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6748056597330736471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6748056597330736471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6748056597330736471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-great-to-be-auntie-comi.html' title='It&apos;s Great to be Auntie Comi!!!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SQ6eoOLsF6I/AAAAAAAAANA/15czQrm0A1Y/s72-c/IMG_6096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5904799041239533044</id><published>2008-10-27T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:46:07.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakes Baptism!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Jake got baptized and I got to give the baptism talk.  I have to admit, i put off preparing for it but I couldn't help but think... what can I really say that hasn't been said before?  I thought about what baptism means to me, and for me its trying to know Christ on a daily basis.  I couldn't help but to think about some of Christ characteristics and to think that when I try to gain some of his characterisics I come to know and understand him better.  I probably failed miserably to convey my thoughts both there and here but It made sense to me!  As I was driving out to the church i had a glimpse of what it would be like in the eternities...to be surrounded by family and the pure joy that it would be!  I was amazed at the thought of truly being a part of an eternal family and to see it as clearly as i did was a definitely needed moment in my life.  My grandma was sitting there in her wheelchair and she kept saying, "did you ever think that this all started with grandpa and I and the choices that we made!"  I could tell that she was humbled by the thought!  It made me happy that at the end of her life (a very very heartbreaking thought) she got to see the fruits of her labor.  All around it was a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5904799041239533044?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5904799041239533044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5904799041239533044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5904799041239533044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5904799041239533044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/jakes-baptism.html' title='Jakes Baptism!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-8849179308027366900</id><published>2008-10-21T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:01:09.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER ONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PeubmLXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/AQTE0l25R3g/s1600-h/IMG_6070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PeubmLXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/AQTE0l25R3g/s320/IMG_6070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259869541582122354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PfM07vLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/f0XB2yAWORo/s1600-h/IMG_6068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PfM07vLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/f0XB2yAWORo/s320/IMG_6068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259869549741456562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PfR8sd6I/AAAAAAAAAME/g4bHeLi9QKI/s1600-h/IMG_6075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PfR8sd6I/AAAAAAAAAME/g4bHeLi9QKI/s320/IMG_6075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259869551116187554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7Pf48DMeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nqL_BKwtNo0/s1600-h/IMG_6076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7Pf48DMeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nqL_BKwtNo0/s320/IMG_6076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259869561582465506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PgBb5euI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rUn4OhVbWP4/s1600-h/IMG_6078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7PgBb5euI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rUn4OhVbWP4/s320/IMG_6078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259869563863530210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did this wedding of one of my clients. It was at the wild animal park and it was really a cool place to have it!  My mom and sister helped out, without them it would have really sucked trying to set this thing up!  so here are some of the highlights... ending with the picture that I had the person driving us back to our car... we passed the lion enclosure... the big male was up on the broken down car and he popped his head up and looked at us. by the time we stopped we were parallel to him.  I took the picture and  my mom says, "thats what you always wanted, a picture of balls!"  Sure enough that is exactly what I got!  she really makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7Ndo2poVI/AAAAAAAAALc/aa2AUyUm18k/s1600-h/IMG_6054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7Ndo2poVI/AAAAAAAAALc/aa2AUyUm18k/s320/IMG_6054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259867323881857362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7NeGEV-CI/AAAAAAAAALk/ci9nGrvBHLk/s1600-h/IMG_6062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7NeGEV-CI/AAAAAAAAALk/ci9nGrvBHLk/s320/IMG_6062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259867331723917346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SP7NeipDS-I/AAAAAAAAALs/Nk4BtLiwezE/s1600-h/IMG_6061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0g_KqPII/AAAAAAAAAJs/ffGD4-R1kd8/s200/100_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Here I am Driving on the Left side of the road!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; was good... I just asked them to tell me when I was on the wrong side and what roads I was needing to be on before I got to them!  Cortney was the best co pilot a girl could ask for and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tzenni&lt;/span&gt;-Bah was the best passenger anyone could want!   I had the hardest time when I had to reverse out of a spot and then drive... It still bends my mind!  I think that there were a  couple of moments that even to the day we left still made all of us say WAIT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; NOT RIGHT!!!  We all screamed while we were in the airport when a truck passed us for the first time and I don't think the  shifting was ever going to go all that smoothly because it was hard to get into the gear being on the opposite side as I was used to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0hFUZVqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_E_V2ARAXxQ/s1600-h/100_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236251737151138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0hFUZVqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_E_V2ARAXxQ/s200/100_0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most beautiful beach... But it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;COOOOLLLLDDDD&lt;/span&gt;!  We literally snapped pictures and I put my hands in the Atlantic and then we sure did run back to the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0hb7Ib6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lXb2spldh3U/s1600-h/100_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236257805201314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0hb7Ib6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lXb2spldh3U/s200/100_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was Screaming "I CAN DO IT!!!"  Because literally it was so windy that it was blowing people backwards and making it really hard to get up the stairs!  I had to buy this hat because I have such sensitive ears!  But I did and I will admit it I look like I was a Special Ed student!  My nickname became Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0huGJVrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/odYKt4kjWwU/s1600-h/100_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236262683236018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0huGJVrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/odYKt4kjWwU/s200/100_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ed and Hammy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tzenni&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bah's&lt;/span&gt; nickname became Hammy because she was the ham to our sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0h5TXvoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/i86v4H0EyNU/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236265691496066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0h5TXvoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/i86v4H0EyNU/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were taking the coolest pictures on my camera and this is the angle from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tzenni&lt;/span&gt;-Bahs camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwJMMYiyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zBxCHtIWlw0/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231443219221282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwJMMYiyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zBxCHtIWlw0/s200/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is in the coolest Tower Castle we came across (in my mind) it was empty pretty much and it was pretty easy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;envision&lt;/span&gt; the life that was lived here! The day was POURING rain and this castle wasn't really sealed up... you would be walking up the stairs and you would get water in your face! I could not imagine having to live here back when there was just tapestry up on the wall to give you a little insulation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwJu7c7FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DM5j16btN38/s1600-h/100_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231452543446098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwJu7c7FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DM5j16btN38/s200/100_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going on the Ferry out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aran&lt;/span&gt; Islands... it was a 30 minute ride that was only blemished by a bratty boy that was giving me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crusty's&lt;/span&gt; then talking crap... I wanted to smack him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwJxxf9MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GVjWcJnbgHM/s1600-h/100_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231453307008194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwJxxf9MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GVjWcJnbgHM/s200/100_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the 2 traditional thatched houses left on the island... but even then they will just end up falling down because as Patrick said "As they say no matter what they do to a old house, its still an old house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwKMNfOEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dY8R_XV07lY/s1600-h/100_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231460403722306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwKMNfOEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dY8R_XV07lY/s200/100_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cliffs here are unimaginable... You literally can walk to the edge (obviously) and one gust of wind and you would be no more! I walked right up and looked over... Cortney laid down on her stomach and peered over... the next thing I know she had 10 other people on their stomachs looking over! It was hysterical! This was my absolute favorite day in Ireland! The sun was out and it was warm and beautiful! When we got there we took out to the site a horse and buggy and asked this poor guy a million questions! He was really fun to listen to and it was cool to see all the history in this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwKUz46vI/AAAAAAAAAJk/V2G-98HhOfk/s1600-h/100_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231462712273650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVwKUz46vI/AAAAAAAAAJk/V2G-98HhOfk/s200/100_0747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;THIS IS THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CONNEMARA&lt;/span&gt; THE DRIVE AROUND IT WAS AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVszys0oNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f4hhQIzd_9A/s1600-h/100_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257227777063821522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVszys0oNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f4hhQIzd_9A/s200/100_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this was the best door in Ireland! It really sums up my life and what I need right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVszxMMe5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SBMm36ClWW0/s1600-h/100_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257227776658537362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVszxMMe5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SBMm36ClWW0/s200/100_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drinking Orange Soda in lieu of Mead at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bunratty's&lt;/span&gt; traditional Irish Dinner. We Sang, ate and talked to some really cool people! One of the Singers was threatening to spank some of the other guests and was making this group of grown men blush like school girls! I really wanted to take a picture of it but couldn't catch the right angle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVs0H257qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TRpd9F6N7Ns/s1600-h/100_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257227782743256738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVs0H257qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TRpd9F6N7Ns/s200/100_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So you eat with your hands some ribs... Grease all over the hands... I was cleaning them in a refreshing bowl of lemon water and realizing I sure did have a small cut on one of my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVs0UBx0pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w9OBVdq76b0/s1600-h/100_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257227786010088082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVs0UBx0pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w9OBVdq76b0/s200/100_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVS_Z79k6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/yY3juFNjfUo/s1600-h/100_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199389272544162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVS_Z79k6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/yY3juFNjfUo/s200/100_0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its going to be okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVS_lt43GI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3Jg9MB0HvlM/s1600-h/100_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199392434740322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVS_lt43GI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3Jg9MB0HvlM/s200/100_0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVSErrTKaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/z8jn5z6xeho/s1600-h/100_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way out to Dingle... The drive through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Peninsula&lt;/span&gt; was BEAUTIFUL!!! We made it to the Wine and Food and Art festival... Really the only thing that was good about this festival (which was 5-6 booths, 10 pieces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; art and people looking at nothing!) was the hottest man in the first booth! He was good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' in and great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVSE_G6g8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/KlM4BxfmkiE/s1600-h/100_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVSExOpX-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GjPnPscy2tQ/s1600-h/100_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257198381912645602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVSExOpX-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GjPnPscy2tQ/s200/100_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; King Johns Castle in Limerick... It was crazy to learn just what destruction happened here... I am a firm believer that the land speaks and as we were in the town walking around i was ready to leave! But it was cool to see really cool to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVSFJkexeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lYvsgZiepEI/s1600-h/100_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257198388446676450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVSFJkexeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lYvsgZiepEI/s200/100_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Rock Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cashel&lt;/span&gt; was a very windy but amazing complex of Churches. It was amazing to walk around and see the intricate masonry that was all throughout the church. The oldest tomb was in 1525... I thought it was cool to see that the Arch Bishop and His wife were buried here together in one alcove of the church! This was one of my favorite things that we saw!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVNhoNBL3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Kf38pifDRhY/s1600-h/Picture+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257193380147965810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVNhoNBL3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Kf38pifDRhY/s200/Picture+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't go to Ireland and Not kiss the Blarney Stone! So here is Blarney Castle! There are a set of stairs to go up and a set of stairs to go down... Going up was pretty darn scary! The steps were narrow and steep and the stairs were crazy as you got closer to the top! I sure did lay down and kiss the stone upside down!!! As you get around the corner there is a sign that says... Has the Blarney Stone been Moved... Probably! Oh Great... I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; down and kissed the same spot that thousands of other people have kissed and its just some rock wall that some drunk Irishman told other people lets make people kiss this rock wall and say its the blarney stone and make lots of money... I just felt a little grossed out that my lips touched a wall that it is reported people have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pee'd&lt;/span&gt; on. Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVNhkWG8zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J31EEDpyaA0/s1600-h/Picture+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257193379112350514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVNhkWG8zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J31EEDpyaA0/s200/Picture+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Staying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Carlow&lt;/span&gt;... I think that this was the hardest bed I have ever attempted to sleep in!!! But the Good thing was... THERE WERE 3 BEDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVNiAe-OMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9yjWci_7e80/s1600-h/100_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257193386665720002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVNiAe-OMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9yjWci_7e80/s200/100_0965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVIyjFR66I/AAAAAAAAAHU/P6qlLBaeCKo/s1600-h/100_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257188173272968098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVIyjFR66I/AAAAAAAAAHU/P6qlLBaeCKo/s200/100_0966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this was the last day on the bus into the airport from Hertz to the airport to catch the bus into Dublin to tour the city for the final day of our tour of Ireland! We went to Trinity College to see the Book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kells&lt;/span&gt;. They were Beautiful old Scriptures. After you are done with seeing the books you go up to the Long Room. I have to say that this Library is quiet and beautiful and peaceful. There is a spirit that is unlike any other place I have ever been. I was in awe as I looked on the 2 floors of ancient books and to see the busts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Aristotle&lt;/span&gt; and Plato and the likes looking on... It was amazing! We walked into the city and I just followed Cortney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tzenni&lt;/span&gt;-Bah hoping they knew where they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the Saddest things that I Did on this trip... On the bus ride out of Dublin on the last day I was sitting there enjoying looking through my pictures. I couldn't wait to put them on my computer and to blog about them.  There was a picture that said, Image too large, So I thought to myself I'll just change the pixel size on this picture and then it won't be too large... I clicked the button and then the bar came up and swoop the line was quickly from one side to the other and then NO IMAGE FOUND.  I had erased every one of my pictures.  I sat there stunned (Tzenni-Bah had done the same thing earlier in the day and I didn't know how she did it!) I told them what I had done.  Then I sat there after Cortney gave me a you are soooo DUMB look and I couldn't help it... I started LAUGHING!!!  I sat there and Laughed,  Cortney Joined in and we Laughed until we had tears!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6019118891472539629-2833994806536396913?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2833994806536396913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=2833994806536396913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/2833994806536396913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/2833994806536396913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/ireland.html' title='Ireland!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPV0g_KqPII/AAAAAAAAAJs/ffGD4-R1kd8/s72-c/100_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4736461007533567273</id><published>2008-10-14T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:29:15.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To FIll you in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVFZHQ59rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eIzAkIr5gKE/s1600-h/IMG_6038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257184437773924018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVFZHQ59rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eIzAkIr5gKE/s200/IMG_6038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Niece, Isabella Deleen Morris, was born on October 5th!!!  3 weeks early and had a trip to the NICU for a few days but all is well and she definitely a tiny one in our family!  At a little under 6 pounds when she came home it was amazing to hold a tiny piece of perfection in my hands!  I have to say that I am very connected to this little girl and knew about her from dreams I kept having. ( I had repeated dreams where I kept seeing her...)  I came home from my trip and found out she was here early!  I loved going up and hearing her brother say... Pretty Baby... then him turning around and saying COMI PRETTY!!!  He repeated it like 8 times like I was going to fight with him about it!  Anyways, I love her and am soooo excited to be able to watch her grow!  I hope she gives my brother a run for his money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVFZHXbkdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/evqBfCbgiRs/s1600-h/IMG_6040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257184437801292242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVFZHXbkdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/evqBfCbgiRs/s200/IMG_6040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so in love with her~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVFZTahFoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2VuMHlDJn2A/s1600-h/IMG_6052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257184441035462274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVFZTahFoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2VuMHlDJn2A/s200/IMG_6052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a great big yawn for such a little thing!&lt;br /&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/6019118891472539629-4736461007533567273?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4736461007533567273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4736461007533567273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4736461007533567273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4736461007533567273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-fill-you-in.html' title='To FIll you in!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SPVFZHQ59rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eIzAkIr5gKE/s72-c/IMG_6038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6937216936995601544</id><published>2008-10-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:36:51.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>I know that many of you know... Hence the posting below... But i have gone and come back from my trip to Ireland!!! I literally am still feeling the movements of the plane and have been up way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; long! I didn't really sleep last night for fear of missing my plane! I kept a trip journal that I kept along the way that I will bore you all with later! But needless to say, the trip was filled with amazing moments and laughter, a lot of just-keep -moving -but -I -am -so- tired moments! I am proud to say that I drove the whole way and I had amazing co pilots that made sure that I was on the right side of the road when I went to automatic mode and made sure that I knew the roads to take before they came up! Cortney and I had some giggle fits that is a fun story but again I will have to fill you in later as I just want to fall asleep! But Here is the kicker... I sure did leave my phone... my only connection to the world... and you... So can you do me a favor and leave me your numbers or you can email at &lt;a href="mailto:nicomimorris@excite.com"&gt;nicomimorris@excite.com&lt;/a&gt; so i can talk to you!!! I am sad that I don't know my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friends phone numbers by heart!!!! I will write soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6937216936995601544?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6937216936995601544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6937216936995601544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6937216936995601544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6937216936995601544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-home.html' title='I AM HOME!!!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3645576053316069789</id><published>2008-09-24T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:33:12.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WEEK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes a week from today I will be on the plane to Ireland!!! After 8 months of me talking about it to anyone who would listen,  it is finally here!  I hope that it will be an adventure that is full of laughter and lots of funny moments!   I can really say that I don't think I ever have been on a vacation where I didn't learn that I can be FREE!!!  I am looking forward to seeing the beautiful green hills and to meet the people!  So here is to the next week dragging by minute by ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; minute and to knowing that I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3645576053316069789?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3645576053316069789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3645576053316069789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3645576053316069789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3645576053316069789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-week.html' title='ONE WEEK!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3406102209656941961</id><published>2008-09-14T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:24:24.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me Happy to know someone thinks like me!</title><content type='html'>"I truly believe that people like myself, who are in a position of entertainers in the limelight, should keep their mouth shut on politics. Because at the end of the day, let me tell you what I 'm good at: I'm good at writing songs and singing. What I'm not educated in is the field of political science. And so for me to be sharing my views and influencing people of who I think they should be voting for … I think would be very irresponsible on my part. So I'll just keep my mouth shut on that. I think celebrity endorsements hurt politicians. Because as soon as somebody comes out for a politician, especially in Hollywood, when they all go, 'I'm voting for this guy!' — I go, 'That's not who I'm voting for!' … As soon as Oprah Winfrey pops up and goes 'Ha-la-la-la-la,' I'm like, 'I love Barrack Obama. I hate Oprah Winfrey.' I don't hate her. I just don't believe in her, so I don't want any part of any of that. I think celebrities hurt politicians."&lt;br /&gt;- Kid Rock tells &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/news/country-music/1593384/kid-rock-offers-views-on-music-industry-politics-and-oprah.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;CMT Insider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some intelligence out of the "Celebrity" world... who knew Kid Rock was this intelligent... I actually have some respect for him now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3406102209656941961?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3406102209656941961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3406102209656941961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3406102209656941961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3406102209656941961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-made-me-happy-to-know-someone.html' title='This made me Happy to know someone thinks like me!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-3154796029797523818</id><published>2008-09-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:53:10.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME HOME!</title><content type='html'>Sorry that its taken a long time to actually blog but I have to say i am done with the packing wrapping, bending, twisting, lifting, sweating, crying, stressing, painting, pinning, cutting, thinking, sewing, stretching, and dreaming about sleep!  Here is the past 3 weeks and all the stress that comes with taking a big leap and moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my humble abode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSt-H_3EeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eFxuMYuclnw/s1600-h/IMG_5668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243507148976493026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSt-H_3EeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eFxuMYuclnw/s200/IMG_5668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMStL3wfejI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TUcvbp1X5js/s1600-h/IMG_5669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243506285623605810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMStL3wfejI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TUcvbp1X5js/s200/IMG_5669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSrxWZ4BrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KWAZ1l_FgXA/s1600-h/IMG_5670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243504730482149042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSrxWZ4BrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KWAZ1l_FgXA/s200/IMG_5670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bed obviously! This was the hardest thing to place in the room in order to make the most room and also not be the centerpiece to the room!!! It got placed in the dormer window and i have to say I love it here... You don't walk in and just see my huge bed! I have a definite bedroom area and a little sitting area! I was sitting on the couch and thought to myself this place is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; darn CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;I am glad that my kitchen has enough room for a table! So now people can come over and not eat in my bedroom! And we can play some games!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSpWgHyE1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0YMmFggaBmU/s1600-h/IMG_5673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243502070210892626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSpWgHyE1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0YMmFggaBmU/s200/IMG_5673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSo5m75rDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VOQjCXl0VOc/s1600-h/IMG_5675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243501573823900722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSo5m75rDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VOQjCXl0VOc/s200/IMG_5675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Gourmet Kitchen! I plan on making this the future center of my diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSoSauOWHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JQcdFubuXUU/s1600-h/IMG_5674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243500900530411634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSoSauOWHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JQcdFubuXUU/s320/IMG_5674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my office alcove! the computer can't go here because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get any reception!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, when I agreed to move in and hadn't seen the place i didn't realize that the kitchen literally didn't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;counter space&lt;/span&gt;... I guess that is what a kitchenette is! I thought, if there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;counter space&lt;/span&gt; i will definitely be eating out all the time and there will go any weight that i lost out the door! I found this really cool island at Crate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barrel&lt;/span&gt; and had my friend Mark come over (who by the way is my hero and made a difficult time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much easier!) and help me assemble this monster! When we bought it we were told that it was the hardest piece to put together but I didn't have the urge to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt; the pieces together and hardly any temper flares that things weren't working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSmx_ezZkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TWigpVfPOOw/s1600-h/IMG_5676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243499243950532162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSmx_ezZkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TWigpVfPOOw/s320/IMG_5676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This striped fabric is the back of the pillows and inside of the couch! I surprised myself that I liked the 2 fabrics together and think that its fun and funky and different enough that it can belong in my place and say to people come and sit on me and enjoy some peace and comfort! You can then say back to my couch "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Let my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cheeks&lt;/span&gt; meet you!" and plop on down!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSl0pfnfiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KQB2SDxitUw/s1600-h/IMG_5678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243498190076345890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSl0pfnfiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KQB2SDxitUw/s320/IMG_5678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the new slipcover that I made... it took me 3 days to finish. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; bad for having never done anything like it in my life. I got the material in the remnant section at the fabric store, so needless to say it is 3 different fabrics but it looks pretty great in my opinion!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSlBti-NgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/P5htROK85Qg/s1600-h/IMG_5677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243497314990831106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSlBti-NgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/P5htROK85Qg/s320/IMG_5677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-3154796029797523818?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3154796029797523818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=3154796029797523818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3154796029797523818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/3154796029797523818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-home.html' title='WELCOME HOME!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SMSt-H_3EeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eFxuMYuclnw/s72-c/IMG_5668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-7241339925012158625</id><published>2008-08-27T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:52:48.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this pretty much sums up my friendships!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLY8tj1BVTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9Y0vDBURo1o/s1600-h/123005u73aof0g33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239441969901557042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLY8tj1BVTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9Y0vDBURo1o/s320/123005u73aof0g33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;1. When you are sad --I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mountain Dew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.&lt;br /&gt;4. When you're scared -- we will high tail it out of here.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining, ya big baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you are sick --Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you fall -- I'll pick you up and dust you off-- After I laugh my butt off!!&lt;br /&gt;9. This is my oath...I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask -- because you are my FRIEND &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(thanks Jules... you really do know what kind of card i would like!!! None of that cute crap!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-7241339925012158625?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7241339925012158625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=7241339925012158625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7241339925012158625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/7241339925012158625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-this-pretty-much-sums-up-my.html' title='So this pretty much sums up my friendships!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLY8tj1BVTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9Y0vDBURo1o/s72-c/123005u73aof0g33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-6113252737392293032</id><published>2008-08-24T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:16:09.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Part of My Trip to Utah!</title><content type='html'>So I finally have a moment not packing or painting to sit down and blog about my trip to Utah! Yes as many of you know my dislike for the state of Utah but I bit the bullet and ventured to the land of much fun and had a blast! There are thousands of reasons why Utah is the place to be as Kimmie liked to point out but I think the only reason that I loved it this weekend all starts and ends with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prettymans&lt;/span&gt; (also Adams! I guess!) I really needed the calm before the storm and also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reasurance&lt;/span&gt; that I am still fun... ( i think!!!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHkURYgZVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pEEjYGExRNY/s1600-h/IMG_5667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238218878523303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHkURYgZVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pEEjYGExRNY/s320/IMG_5667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So allow me to tell you a little story of what a crazy friend gets me to do... When I called Kimmie to tell her I really was coming the first thing out of her mouth were, and I quote "...I know the perfect thing that we can do. We will go shoot the tube!" You wonder what shooting the tube is, well let me tell you! There is a 8 foot tall industrial drainage pipe that runs underneath a freeway in mountains of Salt Lake that is paved on the bottom half and has a river/creek running through it. You hike down this hill (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; tried to downplay it because she knows of my dislike of HIKING!) and come to the water and pipe. I will have you know that it was 11 at night when my plane got in and we went directly to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kims&lt;/span&gt; to change and then leave to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt; and Ben (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marne's&lt;/span&gt; kids) and then meet up with Annalee and Jose and John. This my dear people of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; that are reading this is when i realized something... Everyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; owns head lamps! It was an amazing realization as Kim is hiking behind me trying to shine the light so that the both of us can see! Oh and did i tell you that going downhill is always a bad idea for me because for some reason I always fall! It at some parts was pretty steep! Anyways, on to the actual water part, we get there and Jose and John are already up damming the water up so Kim, Mel, and I start to go up. I didn't realize that it was as long as it was going to be and we were going up an incline, when we get to the top i see this wood contraption with a door and a post that has rope attached to it and the guys trying to figure out how to dam the water... not long after Kim is telling everyone to sit down in a train and turn off there headlamps... I had poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; in front of me on a purple saucer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;annalee&lt;/span&gt; on a sled in the front and john in the back. Jose brought up the rear as the guy that got to release the flood gates! Did I happen to mention that this water is ICE cold and that it raised us up and shot us like a bat outta hell down into the plunging darkness! I LAUGHED MY HEAD OFF!!! Poor Ben had to be the one in front of me and had to listen to the laugh scream the entire way down! But oh what a blast... that is until the ice plunge at the bottom of the tube. I was so worried about Ben that I was plunged under into the ice water pool at the bottom of the tube. I had to quickly (I mean quickly get out because the air was sucked out of my body!) get out of the water and safely to the side. I looked over and saw Ben basically turning into Michael Phelps to get out of the water. I don't think I have ever seen someone swim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; fast in my life. After getting out I quickly decided that I had to go again!!! I do have to say that on the way back up the tube I realized that my ears really really hurt and that I must have frozen my eardrums but it was all worth it! Twice was enough for me but really it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHkFlGScSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nPn97f3_hqI/s1600-h/P8170160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238218626117562658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHkFlGScSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nPn97f3_hqI/s320/P8170160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is after the second time, as I was coming out I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cold and looking down to make sure I didn't hurt my toe on some rocks that when the flash went off I looked up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;annalee&lt;/span&gt; and said oh no you didn't... with a smile on her face she said oh yes I did~ so world this is a lesson we should all learn, when taking pictures from an downward angle you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; be able to get a really good bust shot of people scrambling to get out of freezing water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHj9OdjcnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jIQvxaMuGh4/s1600-h/P8170154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238218482602177138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHj9OdjcnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jIQvxaMuGh4/s320/P8170154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group right after the first time... Ben was not having it and Mel was being a good older sister and helping him to get warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHjwQwPpGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3Wwmva1Pmqg/s1600-h/P8160153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238218259879142498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHjwQwPpGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3Wwmva1Pmqg/s320/P8160153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No people its not a star or a moon its the headlamp that everyone in Utah must have in order to be able to claim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;citizenship&lt;/span&gt; in the great state of Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-6113252737392293032?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6113252737392293032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=6113252737392293032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6113252737392293032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/6113252737392293032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-finally-have-moment-not-packing-or.html' title='One Part of My Trip to Utah!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/SLHkURYgZVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pEEjYGExRNY/s72-c/IMG_5667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-5519292864667927427</id><published>2008-08-05T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:35:59.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my L shaped pillow!</title><content type='html'>another random thought that i had last night as i lay tossing and turning and straining my neck that i wasn't happy... and the reason i wasn't happy is because in my going to sleep moment i decided that it took way tooooo much energy to simply reach across my huge bed and grab my lovely L shaped pillow.  A mistake I shall never make again.  I missed it and I missed the feel of it cuddling with me.  So finally in my miserable desperation I did the dreaded reach and grabbed my lovely lovely pillow and plunked my head down and to my amazement actually sighed when i felt the reassuring feeling of snuggle on my back... and the funniest thing was I thought I should blog about this insane moment.  So here it is, I took a long time to tell you that, Yes, it is true I do love my pillow! It makes me happy!  the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i never said that this blog would ever be sane!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-5519292864667927427?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5519292864667927427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=5519292864667927427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5519292864667927427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/5519292864667927427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-l-shaped-pillow.html' title='i love my L shaped pillow!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019118891472539629.post-4597424067786433361</id><published>2008-08-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:31:22.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a question!?!</title><content type='html'>does anyone of you guys remember any of the jump rope songs... i can't remember the rest to&lt;br /&gt;"Blue bells cocher shells...after that don't remember...  can anyone please help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6019118891472539629-4597424067786433361?l=theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4597424067786433361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6019118891472539629&amp;postID=4597424067786433361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4597424067786433361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019118891472539629/posts/default/4597424067786433361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theamazingnicomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/question.html' title='a question!?!'/><author><name>Nicomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14641828010636296221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3_NA46xbpU/Siy21adKEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1BjsMV1KGEo/S220/IMG_6202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
