<?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-6536143698172208766</id><updated>2012-02-14T01:51:11.577-07:00</updated><category term='bible study'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='lap band'/><title type='text'>Divine Little Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-1774912838297572327</id><published>2010-12-06T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:55:04.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Nook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I can’t live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TP0U_yngqfI/AAAAAAAAALw/WyW6mck_XcE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TP0U_yngqfI/AAAAAAAAALw/WyW6mck_XcE/s200/photo.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Current Read)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can’t put it down. Honestly. There are little bits of info in this book that I would have never imagined. And quite frankly, it has made me respect the former President so much more. Whether or not you agree with this man, I highly recommend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-1774912838297572327?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1774912838297572327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=1774912838297572327&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1774912838297572327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1774912838297572327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/current-obsession.html' title='Current Obsession'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TP0U_yngqfI/AAAAAAAAALw/WyW6mck_XcE/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6908974521005790735</id><published>2010-12-02T10:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:20:53.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me? Probably not, since it’s been a whooping SIX months…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, allow me to RE-introduce myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nichele Lynn. I am a 22 year-old full-time Medical Research Coordinator, as well as full-time student. Which means I’m one busy bee actually. I complain about it but truth is, I wouldn’t have it another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in school working towards a Masters of Social Work. I adore people. More so the kind of people that are hurting and in need. I can’t get enough of kids. And orphans really have my heart. I found something I am head over heels in love with, and so super passionate about that I could care less about the paycheck. Which, in my opinion, is exactly the kind of career to go after. I don’t care what my future job-title is; as long as I can wrap my arms around people I’ll be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time we’ve talked, I become the proud momma to a “fur-baby”. She’s a 3yearold Maltese named Abbie and truly has the best personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TPfUFlJN1yI/AAAAAAAAALo/fe10otXh7sE/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546134658465257250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TPfUFlJN1yI/AAAAAAAAALo/fe10otXh7sE/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently single. I throw fits over that too but reality is, the current “fish in the sea” aren’t really worth fishin’ for right now anyways. knowwhatimsayin….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, I’M BAAACCCKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6908974521005790735?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6908974521005790735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6908974521005790735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6908974521005790735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6908974521005790735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TPfUFlJN1yI/AAAAAAAAALo/fe10otXh7sE/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4768383983598969834</id><published>2010-06-04T08:43:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:54:44.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT-lanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In just 2 weeks I will be jet-setting to the beautiful... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478947070400670098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TAkhVPJmKZI/AAAAAAAAALY/qedDGymAOTs/s320/800px-Downtown_atlanta_night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ATLANTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish it was for pleasure, but I'll be heading to the peachy state of GA for business. However, my boss happens to my momma, and is also coming on this trip. I'm sure we'll be able to mix a little business with pleasure, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe we'll get a chance to run into these ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478946598187737666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TAkg5wBQokI/AAAAAAAAALI/T7wEcVXRxS8/s320/pic-of-rhatl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;just maybe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4768383983598969834?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4768383983598969834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4768383983598969834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4768383983598969834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4768383983598969834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-lanta.html' title='HOT-lanta'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TAkhVPJmKZI/AAAAAAAAALY/qedDGymAOTs/s72-c/800px-Downtown_atlanta_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-1758295616923973492</id><published>2010-06-02T15:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:22:21.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 8, 2010. Really?</title><content type='html'>It's been that long? augh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can FINALLY say that the hardest semester of my life is OVER! My life has looked much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478303533070301394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TAbYCbxsONI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2vc1psKN5Dw/s320/tumblr_ktokamBCSn1qzjggvo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but now it's looking much like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478304618710132994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TAbZBoGZaQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/q1S_JIyq3lA/s320/837693_jump_of_joy-photo-blogs-sxchut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOODNESS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, how have all of you been? I plan on catching up on your blogs ASAP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's going to be a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; summer, ladies. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-1758295616923973492?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1758295616923973492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=1758295616923973492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1758295616923973492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1758295616923973492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2010/06/february-8-2010-really.html' title='February 8, 2010. Really?'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/TAbYCbxsONI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2vc1psKN5Dw/s72-c/tumblr_ktokamBCSn1qzjggvo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4911984734157007539</id><published>2010-02-08T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:28:12.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say is W.O.W.</title><content type='html'>This left me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=8768cf5b97a6d08ae5ce" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this man (John Piper) stand up for aborted babies was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I did not vote for President Obama, but I will respect him as the leader of this country. I do not agree with President Obama on many things. Hearing a man stand up with such passion and boldness has left me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4911984734157007539?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4911984734157007539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4911984734157007539&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4911984734157007539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4911984734157007539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-can-say-is-wow.html' title='All I can say is W.O.W.'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3423459119238661244</id><published>2010-02-05T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:53:41.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW!!!&lt;/span&gt; It’s been one heck of a long time since I’ve been in the blog world! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sweet friend, Lauren Kelly, kindly reminded me today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Truth is, her text came at exactly the right moment; I’ve been thinking about Divine Little Moments a lot lately and how much I’ve missed using all of you as my “ears”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell y’all where I have been all this time, or give you some sort of reason as to why I haven’t written. Honestly, I don’t have one. I could say I’ve been “busy” or “overwhelmed” with work and school but that’s not it. I think I was just too afraid of what I might write. Like if I wrote into words what I felt, then it would be real. And I wasn’t ready for that. Not then anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;thought I needed to go through a time of “finding” myself. This past year proved me wrong. The past year drug me through dirt. However, I could not be more thankful for 2009. Mister ’09 taught me to love myself, rather than depend on others to. It taught me compassion, grace, and mercy. It taught me that love shouldn’t make your heart feel like a thousand pieces on the ground. It taught me to run from the things that pull me down and run towards the ones that force me up. It showed me that eating “Humble Pie” is only to make me a better person if I learn from it. It taught me to say sorry. It taught me to cry. Most importantly, it opened my eyes to the blessings I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is; it’s only been 36 days but this is by far &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;BEST year of my LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bit ironic that I feel this way, as this is NOT the year I had planned for my life. Funny how that works huh? I find myself coming home to a quiet apartment every night. I find myself with more bills than I have ever had in the past 5 years combined. I find myself revisiting who I call “friend” more than I ever have in my entire life. The icing on the cake being: I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;These could really throw me into a pit faster than I could blink if I let it. And at times, I find myself clawing to stay out of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I wouldn’t give any of this up for the world. The quiet apartment gives me a moment to escape the craziness outside of it. The bills make me feel blessed for the job I have and the money I make in order to pay them. The singleness gives me a focus that I’ve never had. I am more focused on school, and most of all, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here’s to the best year thus far, and knowing the BEST IS YET TO COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-3423459119238661244?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3423459119238661244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3423459119238661244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3423459119238661244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3423459119238661244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4792956662727727415</id><published>2009-11-08T15:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:23:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as I was getting Started...</title><content type='html'>Just as I was getting back into my blogging world, guess who caught the Swine Flu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401861702086926306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SvdEmQatn-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qK0oR6ZKgAs/s320/16769_1240060595600_1051852471_766290_3956526_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!!! Yours truly! It wasnt as bad as I thought, and I feel SO much better after the meds, and tons of rest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4792956662727727415?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4792956662727727415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4792956662727727415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4792956662727727415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4792956662727727415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-as-i-was-getting-started.html' title='Just as I was getting Started...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SvdEmQatn-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qK0oR6ZKgAs/s72-c/16769_1240060595600_1051852471_766290_3956526_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7112201086432637734</id><published>2009-10-28T17:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:23:22.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a bit of catching up to do...</title><content type='html'>So...I have been a &lt;em&gt;BAD&lt;/em&gt; blogger lately!! I am SO sorry. I have been completely slammed with school! This Pre-Med business is NO JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since I've last updated you gals... Lets see, I officially got settled into my new place, started football season, had my 21st Birthday, and took a girls trip to Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/Sujq5xC4cPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NzoTUyQ_h3o/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397822431542407410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/Sujq5xC4cPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NzoTUyQ_h3o/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GO WILDCATS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(For those who don't know, I am an Arizona Wildcat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SujtBSWaXcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XWh0tOX6HfU/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397824759765032386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SujtBSWaXcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XWh0tOX6HfU/s320/096.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VEGAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, my little brother, Ryan, started and ended another GREAT football season. He is amazing y'all. SO talented! I couldn't help tearing up whenever I heard the stands screaming his name! His makes this Big Sister VERY proud!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/Sujtx8wwxMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/d____tT7rKo/s1600-h/031.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825595783562434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/Sujtx8wwxMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/d____tT7rKo/s320/031.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promise to be better! &lt;strong&gt;I promise!!&lt;/strong&gt; I seriously have missed you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7112201086432637734?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7112201086432637734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7112201086432637734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7112201086432637734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7112201086432637734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-bit-of-catching-up-to-do.html' title='I have a bit of catching up to do...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/Sujq5xC4cPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NzoTUyQ_h3o/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-5558419819879847362</id><published>2009-09-16T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:03:40.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day...</title><content type='html'>Today, you walked in and asked if I was “overwhelmed”, and if so, you could help. That made my day, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, you ran after me as I was leaving, hugged me, told me you loved me, and told me you were sorry about the fight we had gotten into a few hours earlier. That made my day, Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, you came home really late but still decided to move everything I owned into the garage, making it easier for me to load the trucks on moving day. That made my day, dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months ago, you told me how important I was to you, and how proud I make you. That made my day, Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my days, family. All 365 of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-5558419819879847362?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5558419819879847362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=5558419819879847362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5558419819879847362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5558419819879847362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-day.html' title='My day...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6919522624181719197</id><published>2009-08-25T22:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:37:42.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MOVED OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally took the leap and moved out! It's been great. (so far) I still have a ton to do, and school started back up again today. I'm SO sorry I haven't been the best of blogger lately. I promise to do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-14.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731734660372&amp;amp;site=widget-14.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731734660372&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-14.slide.com/p1/3242591731734660372/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731734660372&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-14.slide.com/p2/3242591731734660372/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731734660372&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-14.slide.com/p4/3242591731734660372/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, family. In a good way.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, guess what I did? I washed ALL the dishes by hand! ALL of them, and put them away. Can you believe it? And Dad, I did every single piece of laundry and folded and put it all away. And I promise I didn't leave it in the dryer for days. I miss my puppy, Ryan. So please give her all the extra hugs you can! I miss your face, too. I miss tickling you until you had tears streaming down your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6919522624181719197?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6919522624181719197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6919522624181719197&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6919522624181719197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6919522624181719197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-moved-out.html' title='I MOVED OUT!!!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-339831059922341994</id><published>2009-08-03T12:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:18:54.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out...</title><content type='html'>I have 17 days until I move out. For the very first time. On my own. With that said; I have a few people I need to address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. But I know I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that every time I look in the mirror, I know it’s your blue eyes looking back at me. I promise to make you proud. I promise to carry the family name to the highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sticking with me all these years. Thank you for fighting for me. I can honestly say I am blessed beyond words for the 2 of you. I have never met another person who holds a candle to you. Thank you for allowing me room to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no longer a girl just trying to find her place in this world. I know right where I belong. Thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;No, I’m not there completely, but know that I’m on my way. Just look how far I’ve&lt;br /&gt;come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won’t fail you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Wendall Whiner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan,&lt;br /&gt;You are without a doubt my favorite person. You truly are my mini-me. Therefore, I promise to live my life as a role model. I can’t promise you perfection, because I know I’ll make mistakes. But I do promise to learn from them and rise above them. Never give up, kid. You’re going to do BIG things.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget the dishes at night. Mom really hates that. Make sure you always put your shoes in your room not on the living room floor. Dad really hates that. Go the extra mile. If you don’t, you’ll regret it one day.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of them. They love you more than you’ll ever know. I love you more than you’ll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; on your side.&lt;/em&gt; (don’t forget that)&lt;br /&gt;-Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. anyone have any good "moving out tips"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-339831059922341994?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/339831059922341994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=339831059922341994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/339831059922341994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/339831059922341994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-17-days-until-i-move-out.html' title='Moving Out...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4775779936494172084</id><published>2009-06-21T07:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:26:33.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl, you found a used bike. You worked really hard sanding and painting. I can remember you spray painting, and the smell it left lingering in the air. When it was finished, I had the coolest Hot Pink and Black bike. It was the talk of the neighborhood. Sure, some kids had the newest model of mountain bike. But I noticed Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed that you may not of had much then, but you would do anything in your power to give me the very best you could. And you were successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 10, I remember you working until the sun went down on a clubhouse. You made endless trips to Lowe’s and had 2x4’s scattered all over the lawn. I can remember the sound of the saw and the sweat that poured from your face. I remember watching your shoe fill with blood when you stepped on that nail. But I noticed Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed that you literally gave me blood, sweat, and tears while building me the best clubhouse I had ever seen. That you were happy to build me “a dream house” even if I was only 10. And that you even though you physically hurt yourself, you still kept working to make sure it was perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hit my teenage years and didn’t want “parenting”. I pushed you away more than any child should ever push their daddy away. If I could do anything over again, without doubt that would be it. You wrote me a letter letting me know that it hurt you. But you still believe in me. You believed I could make a difference in people. You said that you wanted your daughter back. And that I was your little blue eyed angel. You spoke for Mom and yourself when you told me how much you both loved me. I can still feel the shame I felt that day, knowing I had let you down. I can still feel the paper in my hands. I noticed, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed a father that wasn’t afraid to tell his daughter the truth if it meant saving her. I knew in that moment I had a father who would fight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started dating. You were there with all the first dates and pity breakups. You reminded me that I was young, and it’s just a phase. You were there for my first heartbreak. I remember you walking into my room as I lay in a ball on my bed. You lifted me up enough to get your arms wrapped around me. You laid there in silence with me for quite a bit. I can remember crying, and thinking heartbreak was much more physical than I thought. I remember seeing your eyes tear up as you began to talk. I cried so hard that I think I missed most of what you said. But I noticed, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed a father who felt what his child felt. I noticed a father how truly hated seeing his little girl hurt. I noticed a man who had been there before, and wanted nothing more than to comfort me. You did, Dad. More than you’ll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you engraved my name into a screwdriver. That way it was truly MINE! You taught me things like how to change my own oil, how to rotate tires and check the PSI. You let me sit in your garage and watch whatever you built or fixed. You even let me use your saws. I can remember spilling oil all over my head and you laughing while repeating, “Good luck getting that out.” I can still remember the feel of the saw shavings I would play with as you were cutting wood. It drove you crazy. But I noticed, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed a dad who was equipping his daughter on how to fend for herself. You taught me the tools I’d need in life when it comes to repairs, building things, and even tearing them down when need be. (In a much bigger sense, of coruse)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get into your car to drive it, and you’ve got KLOVE on. And when your Bible is opened on the table, with proof that you’ve been reading it. When you wake up and get our butts to church. I can remember watching you as you spoke about a recent mission trip in front of the church. You seemed a tad nervous but that went away within a matter of minutes. I remember you singing a duet with he pastor that night. I thought you had the best voice I had ever heard. I noticed, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed a man with&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;integrity. A man who has faith and wants to follow it. A man who wants his family to grow in it. A man who doesn't pay attention to what the world says is cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, you’ve taught me much more than I’m sure you know. You’ve never been a man of many words. You’ve never just talked the talk, you have ALWAYS walked the walk. Your actions far outweigh any words.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to stand for what I believe in. That it isn’t the popular thing, and sometimes, not the fun thing either. But regardless, it is well worth it in the end. You taught me that it isn’t about what I want. It’s about what God wants. You taught that most of the time, standing in silence or turning the other cheek is usually more powerful. You taught me how a husband should love his wife. Please know that I think the most important thing a father can do for his children is love their mother. You are by far my biggest role model. I want to be like you, hands down. Your son wants to be like you, hands down. You provide for this family more than we could ever begin to repay you for. Simply put; I adore you, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for telling me my dress is pretty. My shoes match. And my hair and makeup are just fine. (almost on a daily basis) Most importantly, thank you for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichele Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only to you, but to God.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4775779936494172084?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4775779936494172084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4775779936494172084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4775779936494172084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4775779936494172084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-1672076108390114811</id><published>2009-06-05T10:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:02:46.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New...</title><content type='html'>Last night I was challenged to write a letter to myself. The idea is to write to yourself when you were younger. I chose to write to my teenage self. In those years, I wasn't at all sure of who I was and it was a big trail and error time period! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I addressed the letter to "Nikki" (my nickname) because I hated going by Nichele Lynn when I was a teen. And it's signed Nichele Lynn to symbolise my growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Nikki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure where to start. I guess I’ll just start by saying I promise you’ll be ok. You’ll look back and laugh at all the times that you thought were “SOOO hard”. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the times you tried so hard to be in the “it crowd”. Well, you got there. And it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. You’re not going to see 90% of those “friends” again after high school graduation. Don’t worry, you won’t even miss them. You’ll meet a girl named Lisa and the two of you will rapidly become the best of friends. She’s going to be a better friend than all those high school girls combined. You’ll meet her you freshman year of college in algebra. You’ll have a funny looking professor, and it’ll make her laugh. She’s going to bring you ice cream late at night when you’re 20, and that boy breaks your heart. She’s going to answer the phone at 3am when you’re crying, and instead of trying to give you false advise or hope, she’s going to sit there in silence with you and sometimes even cry with you. The 2 of you will go on endless little roadtrips and have 4th of July vacations every year. You guys will take WAY to many pictures and only print the pretty ones. The both of you will spend WAY too much money shopping but have the BEST time doing it. You’re going to text her during a bad date so she can call with an “emergency” so you can tell your date you HAVE to leave and get your best friend. Then you’ll laugh about it the whole next day. You’ll still be friends with Carina and Liz after high school. You’ll get even closer to them. Carina is going to turn out being a huge inspiration to you. She going send you random (and I mean VERY random) text messages letting you she’s praying for you. A lot of those texts will come at exactly the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the times you’re hurting. Those never get easier. I’m so sorry to tell you that. BUT you see how much stronger you get. And at about age19, you actually start learning from them. I know that now you only pray when you need something. But trust me, in a few years you’re going to talk to God in your car, in the shower, in Target, while walking the dog, at work, when you first wake up, and when you go to bed. In these next few years, you’re going to understand what “a personal relationship with Him” really is. You’re going to meet a lady named Barb. You might not be too sure about her from the start, but she’s going to break your walls down FAST! She’s going to become your mentor, and one of the most influential people in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all those fights with mom and dad; it gets better. Believe it or not, Mom is going to turn out to be your biggest fan. She’s going to write you a letter about how proud she is to be your mom and to happy she is about the woman you’re becoming. You’re going to cry as you frame it. Funny as it sounds, you’re going to end up working with her, which makes the total hours spent with her each week = about 50! I bet you can’t even picture spending that much time with her, can you? Secretly, you’ll adore it! Don’t worry about thinking you have nothing common with dad, or think he won’t understand. In just a few years, you’re going to call him from the bathroom floor at work bawling your eyes out. He’s going to tell you he understands, and knows it’s hard. He’s going to encourage you to have patience. When you hang up, you’re not going to cry because you hurt, but rather because you have a dad that loves you, and listens. He’s going to come into your room when that boy breaks your heart and hold you as you cry. You’ll tear up months later even thinking about that selfless act. He’s going to remind you that what you want doesn’t matter, it’s what God wants. After that, you’ll start looking for a guy just like your dad! That may seem out of reach right now, but trust me! He’s actually VERY funny, so do yourself a favor and talk to him more. You’ll find it funny that you’re not going to stop calling him “daddy” no matter how old you get and secretly; I think he likes it. When you’re getting ready to move out, you’ll cry yourself to sleep one night just thinking how much you’ll miss him. You’re not going to tell him though, but I think you should. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but both of them love you more than words. You’re going to see that bigger than life during the summer after your high school graduation. You’re going to be SO thankful they forced you to that summer church camp. I know now you really don’t like them for it, but later on you’ll regret not going to more. As a matter of fact, you’re going to be thankful for EVERY thing they did. Even punishing you. It sounds crazy now, I know bit it’s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as for your brother: You’re going to stay awake one night till 130am staring at Ryan. In those hours, you’re going to replay every memories you two have. You’re going to start at the day where dad came home and showed you the ultrasound picture and announced you were going to have a little brother. You’ll remember the smile dad had on his face as he watches the sonogram video with you. It was in that moment you knew you loved that little unborn brother. You’ll remember being in the room as he was born. You’ve never felt a rush of emotion as when you heard him cry for the first time. It wasn’t real to you until then, but your dream of having a baby brother was complete. You’ll remember keeping him home all summer when he was 3 and watching as a dog bite him in his face. You’ll remember grabbing him and bolting into the nearest shower to try and wash some of the blood off so you can exam the wound. You remember not even caring that you were fully clothed in a cold shower. You’ll remember crying with him because you just didn’t want him to hurt. You’ll remember bickering with him as he gets older, and at night wish you could take all of it back. You’ll remember that horrible felling you got in the pit of your stomach when you heard about his first bully. And how you would have done anything to “show that kid who’s boss.” Don’t worry, dad finally does. And the last thing you’ll think of before you fall asleep is that you can’t even wait to see the relationship the 2 of you have as adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know it’ll all be ok. More than ok actually. It’s going to turn out great.You may not now, but youre going to LOVE your life! That’s a promise. If you could only see your life in June 2009! It seems like so far away, but trust me, the time flies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got some great years ahead of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Nichele Lynn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;June 4, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-1672076108390114811?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1672076108390114811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=1672076108390114811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1672076108390114811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1672076108390114811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-new.html' title='Something New...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2074981806228531934</id><published>2009-06-01T14:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:13:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Romans 3:10-18 (New King James Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 As it is written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;“There is none righteous, no, not one;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;11 There is none who understands;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;There is none who seeks after God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;12 They have all turned aside;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;They have together become unprofitable;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;There is none who does good, no, not one.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;13 “Their throat is an open tomb;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;With their tongues they have practiced deceit”; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;“The poison of asps is under their lips”;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;14 “Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;15 “ Their feet are swift to shed blood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;16 Destruction and misery are in their ways;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;17 And the way of peace they have not known.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;18 “There is no fear of God before their eyes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just be real for a second…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;I am Romans 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I am not righteous, no, not I;&lt;br /&gt;11 I am not one who understands;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one who seeks after God.&lt;br /&gt;12 I have turned aside;&lt;br /&gt;I have all together become unprofitable;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one who does good, no, not I.”&lt;br /&gt;13 “ My throat is an open tomb;&lt;br /&gt;With my tongue I have practiced deceit”;&lt;br /&gt;“ The poison of asps is under my lips”:&lt;br /&gt;14 “ My mouth is full of cursing and bitterness.”&lt;br /&gt;15 “ Myfeet are swift to shed blood;&lt;br /&gt;16 Destruction and misery are in my ways;&lt;br /&gt;17 And the way of peace I have not known.”&lt;br /&gt;18 “ There is no fear of God before my eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just being real. I feel like I’ve come to understand a whole new level of love with this verse. Sure, some of you are thinking maybe I was too harsh to switch up those words and replace them with myself. But, NOW I understand what God’s love is like. Only He would love someone who is Romans 3. And He does! So much so that He gave His Son’s life for mine. I’m not a mother, but I do love my brother. And I certainly would &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; give up his life for ANYONE let alone what Romans 3 describes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to this conclusion, I immediately wondered, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;“WHY?!”&lt;/span&gt; Why would God love me so much to have His Son murdered? Why would He give the live of a perfect being for someone who sins more than she can ever count? &lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what...I don’t need to “why” for now! I am SO overwhelmed that I am loved that much in the first place. It’s MORE than enough for me. For the first time, in a long time, I am not concerned with finding “an earthly love”. Because I can &lt;em&gt;grantee&lt;/em&gt; no husband will ever love me like this. I am content. &lt;em&gt;Really genuinely content.&lt;/em&gt; More than that, I’m happy. &lt;em&gt;Really genuinely happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but get teary eyed while writing this. Maybe it’s because it’s taken me a lot of “soul-searching” to get to this point. Maybe it’s because I’ve been hurt. Maybe it’s because I’ve realized I am so much stronger when it was all said and done. &lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt;, I’m pretty sure it’s because for the first time in my live, &lt;strong&gt;I AM HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;And I’m sure this time.&lt;/em&gt; No, I am not in love with someone or something. But with &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; is first one I want to talk to in the morning. &lt;em&gt;He’s&lt;/em&gt; the one I thank repeatedly because I have an amazing family, handsome brother, for my education, for the roof over my head, the food in my stomach, for the bank account that pays my bills, for the gas in my payed-off car, &lt;strong&gt;for Romans 3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;He’s&lt;/em&gt; the one I tell about how my day was. &lt;em&gt;He’s&lt;/em&gt; the last one I want to talk to before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/06/01/259.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;This pictue was taken on my iPhone outside of JoAnn's a few days ago. Storm clouds were REALLY bad, but somehow I manged to catch a glimse of the sun peaking through and it reminded me that there IS a light at the end of this tunnel. And that I'll be &lt;em&gt;just fine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472242800904674" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SiRGMv6ISeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BuOv1su-94k/s320/photo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I’m finally ok with being single, in fact, I’m &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2074981806228531934?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2074981806228531934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2074981806228531934&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2074981806228531934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2074981806228531934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/06/romans-3.html' title='Romans 3..'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SiRGMv6ISeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BuOv1su-94k/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-587174821744210355</id><published>2009-05-19T08:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:14:35.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowabunga, Dude!</title><content type='html'>Thought Id show you what my little brother let out of his cage looks like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/19/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px; WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/19/s_105.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/19/106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px; WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/19/s_106.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/19/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px; WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/19/s_107.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And lastly, this is just becasue I want to remember this forever:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337552213228377042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/ShLLdVeT09I/AAAAAAAAAJI/FyX0GGHGY00/s320/photo1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Its a screen shot of my text message from him last night. Somehow this hit me harder and ment more to me than hearing it from anyother guy before. Lets just say he sent it right when I needed it. Thanks, Ry!! You are the BEST brother (oh, and fyi: Nikki is my nickname)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-587174821744210355?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/587174821744210355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=587174821744210355&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/587174821744210355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/587174821744210355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/cowabunga-dude.html' title='Cowabunga, Dude!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/ShLLdVeT09I/AAAAAAAAAJI/FyX0GGHGY00/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7792420167947720879</id><published>2009-05-12T12:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:54:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again..</title><content type='html'>Something I've starting doing in the last year is writing to my Future Mister. It's mostly a way to prepare my own heart for what is to come. I don't keep a paper journal anymore. This blog is my only journal. And that's why I put these letters on here. So feel free to just skip reading this one if you want. (Or if you wanted to read the 1st one I posted: You can find it &lt;a href="http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-its-valentines-day.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Future Husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been awhile since I’ve written you. So , I figured I had better take a moment to write you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we have yet to met, I KNOW you are out there. I look forward to the day I get to meet you. You see, it isn’t easy for me to be patient, but I’d wait for you as long as God needs me too. (and I am) I have all these hopes and dreams for my live, but want more than anything to share them with you. I know you will make me want to be a better person. But please never cease to encourage me. I’ll need every bit I can possibly get. Please never cease to support me. And always be there for me. Know that I will lay awake all night listening to you if you needed. I will encourage, support and pray with you daily. I mean that with every fiber of my being. Never let my “emotions” get the best of you. I’m just a passionate girl. And I will be passionate about you. I promise to cherish and adore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only man I’ve ever looked up to has been my dad. So, you have some big shoes to fill, but I have faith in you. The only woman I’ve looked up to is my mom. So, I have some big shoes to fill, please have faith in me. Along with having faith in me, the most important thing you could do for me is love God more than you love me. Put Him above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that I have prayed for you daily. And I’ve even been known to beg God to bring you to me right that second. But I’d wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please wait for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love always, Nichele Lynn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7792420167947720879?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7792420167947720879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7792420167947720879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7792420167947720879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7792420167947720879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-again.html' title='Once again..'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6221803749858198830</id><published>2009-05-10T08:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:06:36.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Momma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you for having the hardest job in the world and still doing it effortlessly. My brother and I have never and probably never will meet a woman quite like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the strongest person I know. You never stop fighting for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;That’s who you are to me, Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you are passionate about something, everyone else wants to jump you the band wagon.&lt;br /&gt;That’s who you are to me, Passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love more than anyone I know. You stand by my side. (even when I am wrong) You adore my father. Which in my opinion is one of the most important things a parent can show their child.&lt;br /&gt;That’s who you are to me, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you EVERYTHING. Even if I know it will disappoint you. I trust you with my life&lt;br /&gt;That’s who you are to me, Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me what you think. Even if you know it will disappoint me. You trust me to know that it is only because you love me.&lt;br /&gt;That’s who you are to me, Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that no child love their mother like I love you. You are my very best friend. My confidant. You are the first example of love I ever saw. We have been through SO much together and I would NOT have wanted anyone else by my side. You see me through. You have taught me life, and how to live it. You are an amazing women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to EVERY word, Momma... It's a perfect song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137685862703&amp;amp;site=widget-2f.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137685862703&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p1/3170534137685862703/lt_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137685862703&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p2/3170534137685862703/lt_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137685862703&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p4/3170534137685862703/lt_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you and me against the world. Forever and Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6221803749858198830?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6221803749858198830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6221803749858198830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6221803749858198830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6221803749858198830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/momma-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3150270224630472685</id><published>2009-04-28T15:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:35:44.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be More...</title><content type='html'>After reading &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-boy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2009/04/gods-shameless-love-for-poor.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I am completely heartbroken. Not in a bad way, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sponsor a child through &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/default.htm"&gt;Compassion&lt;/a&gt; and have had a great experience while doing so. I strongly urge that if any of you can afford $32.00 a month, it will be SO worth it. Because of my monthly donation, Birhane (that's my sweet girl) gets a christian education, food, school supplies, and much more. trust me, the children see your money. It isn't all used up in paying a CEO or other expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birhane is in charge of running her family errands. Her mother doesn't work, and her father brings home around $9 a month. NINE. That's 2 trips to Starbucks for us here. And she is so &lt;strong&gt;content&lt;/strong&gt;. Something I am not. Birhane is just 7 years old, but has the heart of someone four times her size and age. How do I know? I getting letters from her. In &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; handwriting. I get pictures from &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. Made by the crayons I helped supply her. And to know that the little hands holding those very crayons are cable of changing the world, possibly being the next Mother Teresa, is WAY more that $32.00 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not my point. I want to be a better sponsor. I want to be more than $32.00 a month. Because she is more to me. Sure, I write her letters, and send her pictures of the things she asks to see such as myself, or what it looks like where I live etc. But I want to be more. I want to be more to her than a letter, or a picture. I want to do more for her. Send her clothes, monogrammed bracelets, cute things for her hair. I want to be hope, encouragement, or even a prayer to her. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-3150270224630472685?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3150270224630472685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3150270224630472685&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3150270224630472685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3150270224630472685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-be-more.html' title='I Want To Be More...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2913631876186911049</id><published>2009-04-23T08:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:32:45.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, SO Sweet!!</title><content type='html'>First I like to start my saying this picture of my brother and I totally decribes our relationship!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327915351921201218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SfCOyLidEEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-sl184Inn90/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were at AWANA last night when my 3 graders dared me to try some "Mexican candy". I personally HATED it, and begged Ryan to take it off my hands. It had chili power, salt and some other gross things on a mango!! How is that "candy" people?! Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, my super-sweet bloggy friend, &lt;a href="http://ladybugblessingscrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt; gave me my first award!! Thank SO much Kristen. I many honored beyond believe that my 1st award just so happens to be the Friendship Award!! (makes me feel like a great friend) haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327916348776273794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SfCPsNHOV4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_xbuCV4xsSQ/s320/friends_award.png" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, here are the rules: These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbon of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to pass this awesome award on to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelwithlauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren Kelly&lt;/a&gt;-Because the more we get to "know each other", the more we swear we are twins. We tend to read the same books at the same time, blog about the same topics on the same exact day, etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommy2charli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paige&lt;/a&gt;-She gets why I hurt, and she knows what it's like to have "been there". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://upturnedbarbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaitlyn&lt;/a&gt;-Well, because we both have a "past", and sometimes it can be overwhelming. She knows it, and lets me express it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysweetandsouthernlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/a&gt;-She is just too darn cute. (and gives the best reading recommendations!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelseysutherlin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsey&lt;/a&gt;-She makes me laugh out loud. And the girl can take some pictures!! Definitely flying her out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I ever find "prince charming". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkreflectpray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;-He may be the only guy to read this blog, but he puts up with the pink so sweetly. And ALWAYS listens to me whine, and &lt;strong&gt;prays for me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gregandshan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;-She's so sweet. And leaves me the cutest comments. I can NOT wait to see her wedding pictures!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelseyskornerblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsey (at Kelsey's Korner)&lt;/a&gt; -I wear the same pants sometimes haha, and I love reading about her sweet family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really keep this list going and going but the rules say I have to stop :(. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please note: I have only meet one of these sweet people in "real life", and that's only because he was stuck going the high school with me. But my point is: I LOVE having friends all over the country! Please know that if any of you ever come to AZ, you can always crash on my couch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2913631876186911049?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2913631876186911049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2913631876186911049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2913631876186911049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2913631876186911049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-so-sweet.html' title='Oh, SO Sweet!!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SfCOyLidEEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-sl184Inn90/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6585463926036487918</id><published>2009-04-21T07:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:26:54.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a "controversy"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OY-1cybT6p8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OY-1cybT6p8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First of all, who is Perez Hilton to "judge" the Miss America pageant? It's as if they were setting the contestants up by having an openly gay man (also a HUGH gay activist) ask such a question. And secondly, kudos to her for standing up for what she believes! I COMPLETELY agree with her! And am saddened that her opinion is causing such a "controversy". What has America come too? There is no controversy in her statement. It's what this country was founded on, and should remain. Not to mention, it's what the Bible says. Like Miss California said, NO offense to anyone, this is just how I was raised. And it's what I still believe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I'm off my "soapbox" for the day... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6585463926036487918?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6585463926036487918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6585463926036487918&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6585463926036487918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6585463926036487918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-controversy.html' title='This is a &quot;controversy&quot;?'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7154831822149724754</id><published>2009-04-14T14:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:47:42.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE it!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm feeling a little girly today. &lt;em&gt;Which I wouldn't want to feel any other way today&lt;/em&gt;. And needed a good anthem. I cam across The Best Days of Your Life by Kellie Pickler, and &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it!! It makes me feel sparky.. :) And thats TOTALLY how I'm feeling these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the video &lt;a href="http://www.kelliepickler.com/?em2295=188955_-1__0_~0_-1_4_2009_0_0&amp;amp;em2308=188728_-1__0_~0_-1_4_2009_0_0&amp;amp;content=youtube_videos&amp;amp;em2311="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, she looks SOO amazing. I must run out and get that color eyeshadow ASAP!! (oh, and the wonderful Taylor Swift is in it too....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7154831822149724754?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7154831822149724754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7154831822149724754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7154831822149724754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7154831822149724754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-it.html' title='LOVE it!!!!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6766915555281974416</id><published>2009-04-12T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:13:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>We're going to church! Then eating enough ham with our parents to feed an army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/12/277.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/12/s_277.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6766915555281974416?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6766915555281974416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6766915555281974416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6766915555281974416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6766915555281974416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2412054545102610806</id><published>2009-04-07T13:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:39:34.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seat Belt</title><content type='html'>A seat belt is a harness designed to secure the occupant of a vehicle against harmful movement that may result from a collision or a sudden stop. Seat belts are intended to reduce injuries by stopping the wearer from hitting hard interior elements of the vehicle or other passengers and by preventing the passenger from being thrown from the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is much like the “vehicle” as stated above. And God is my “seat belt”. But let me just be honest girls, sometimes, I don’t feel that very seat belt as much as I want to, or realize He really is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days I have got into my car and put my seat belt on, only to just sit there for a few minutes without moving. For that brief moment, I &lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt;. The strap fits perfectly (snug in fact) over my chest cavity, which is holding my heart in. For those few minutes, I &lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt; my heart being held. I can breath. Not worrying about walking around trying to hold it from spilling into a puddle on the ground before me. It’s not broken in those minutes. I &lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt; like I am being held. I &lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt; safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some will think comparing God to a seat belt is unbearable. However, these past few days, my seat belt has reminded me that He is holding my heart from spilling my heart onto the ground.  That I am no master in “moving on” or “letting go”. That it isn’t me who is making these huge steps towards my future, but all Him. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never cared more about that little strap as I do now. Because I know it’s is SO much more than the strap it’s self. &lt;strong&gt;It’s Him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2412054545102610806?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2412054545102610806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2412054545102610806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2412054545102610806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2412054545102610806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-seat-belt.html' title='My Seat Belt'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7805205642804042236</id><published>2009-04-02T10:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:31:01.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/02/143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px; WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 153px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/02/s_143.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly is an &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sect of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lepidoptera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Like all Lepidoptera, butterflies are notable for their unusual life cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;araval &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;caterpillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stage, an inactive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pupil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stage, and a spectacular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;metamorphosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; into a familiar and colorful winged adult form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;butterflies are notable&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for their unusual life cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;” = I have been through some “life cycles”. Some worse than others, but nonetheless, life cycles. I have been up and down. Thrown right to left. And spun around so fast I couldn’t get control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;a spectacular metamorphosis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; into a familiar and colorful winged adult form&lt;/em&gt;” = Some may still look at me as a child. But no doubt, I AM becoming an adult. Throughout a few past “life cycles” lately, I’ve come to have crystal clear vision of what I want out of life. Not money or things, mostly just feelings and accomplishments. I've come to realize that I was brought through those very things for a purpose. I'm finally ok with that, and LOVED what I have learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for today, I feel like a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;butterfly&lt;/span&gt;! And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm ready to spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/02/144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/02/s_144.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7805205642804042236?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7805205642804042236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7805205642804042236&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7805205642804042236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7805205642804042236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8066356113286859291</id><published>2009-03-27T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:56:42.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Face</title><content type='html'>I guess it runs in the family.... Poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/27/117.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/27/s_117.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my lack of makeup. It was a LONG day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-8066356113286859291?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8066356113286859291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8066356113286859291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8066356113286859291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8066356113286859291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-face.html' title='Baby Face'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4339633984916886844</id><published>2009-03-24T09:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:29:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To...</title><content type='html'>I want to &lt;em&gt;live a life of meaning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;make a difference&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;be selfless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;learn to love others more than myself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;never stop learning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;be a better daughter, sister, and friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;make people smile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;help children feel great about themselves, no matter their circumstance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;be a lady of virtue, diligence, security, and conviction&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;live a testimony&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;make a great wife and mother some day&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;meet my blog friends face to face, and hug their necks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;be someone worth getting to know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;be more content&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4339633984916886844?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4339633984916886844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4339633984916886844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4339633984916886844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4339633984916886844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to.html' title='I Want To...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8796682534941568893</id><published>2009-03-18T13:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:12:14.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Count Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/ScFaRfvikpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M3cZDM4r0Xg/s1600-h/51QlqI3yaOL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314628291899069074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/ScFaRfvikpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M3cZDM4r0Xg/s320/51QlqI3yaOL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look who moved in with me last night! That's right, 30 days of "shredding". I wouldn't say that I need to lose weight but I definitely need to tone if I even think about putting on a bathing suit. I read SO many amazing reviews on this DVD and decided that I could do anything for 30 days. Well, last night I did Day1 and let me tell you; She'll kick your butt!! The workout is only 20 minutes a day. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 minutes!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How easy is that to fit into my busy schedule??? Jillian has 3 different levels you can choose from each day. I started at level 1 and am SOOO sore today. I read that it could take up to 3 weeks to move up to level 2.... Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 29 Days to Go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish me luck, I'll need it! haha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also started reading this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314636969113213426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/ScFiKk4m2fI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VK0HxC6i_8k/s320/14001_detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://mysweetandsouthernlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet, Sassy, and Always Classy &lt;/a&gt;for recommending it! It is AMAZING! I got The Expanded Edition which includes a study guide and 40-Day devotional. All for only $14.99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've only read chapter 1, but something I read this morning just made me start The Ugly Cry... &lt;em&gt;"She (Ruth) did not use the excuse of a dark past to keep her from a bright future that began with her first critical choice: reckless abandonment to Jesus Christ." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts.html"&gt;I'm sure you guys can guess why I cried. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-8796682534941568893?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8796682534941568893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8796682534941568893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8796682534941568893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8796682534941568893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/30-day-count-down.html' title='30 Day Count Down...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/ScFaRfvikpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M3cZDM4r0Xg/s72-c/51QlqI3yaOL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2468794022296845235</id><published>2009-03-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:15:07.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Alarm Clock,&lt;br /&gt;    Why do you ruin my day. I'm sure I would have a much better time had you not gone off. Not only did you "go off" but you tend to be WAY to loud. I hate it just so you know. And this morning, Im leaning towards hating you too. I'm sorry, I just want/need/would give anything to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;                            Nichele Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2468794022296845235?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2468794022296845235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2468794022296845235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2468794022296845235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2468794022296845235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/cranky.html' title='Cranky'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-278522368644511997</id><published>2009-03-11T08:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:14:27.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills, Bills, and MORE Bills!!</title><content type='html'>Well, not really, I guess. I've done really well for myself as far as staying out of debt. But this month it seems that everything that could happen to drain pennies out of my lil ole bank account, has happened!! I should look at the bright side: I have 3 years of education paid for (NO loans!!), A car that will be paid off next month, my cell phone bill, and 2 other bills that total no more than $50 a month. I need to be grateful, right? RIGHT! I just go through moments were I FREAK out, and boy do I mean &lt;em&gt;FREAK&lt;/em&gt;. It also doesn't help that I have Mid-Terms all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls, this month, there will be &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; shopping sprees or random impulse buys for this little Blondie in AZ. Poor, pitiful me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have it SO much worse, so I'm going to focus on that!! Besides, who really needs another purse or 5 more pairs of shoes this month, NOT me!! I have MORE than enough and need to learn to be a better steward with my money. there's really no better time to learn than in a recession, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, loves, pray that I WILL be a better steward with these ole funds, and to be more grateful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkreflectpray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt; has recently reccomnded that I watch My Sassy Girl after he read &lt;a href="http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-its-valentines-day.html"&gt;my letter to my future MR.&lt;/a&gt; So I may just cuddle up with my BFF&lt;em&gt; (Mr. Tissue Box)&lt;/em&gt; and have a grand ole date night with none other than, ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and FYI: I twitter now. That's right, I got sucked in!! Check it out on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-278522368644511997?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/278522368644511997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=278522368644511997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/278522368644511997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/278522368644511997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/bills-bills-and-more-bills.html' title='Bills, Bills, and MORE Bills!!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3731698937605012901</id><published>2009-02-18T13:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:00:07.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out Ladies...</title><content type='html'>I'd like to introduce you to a close friend of mine. His name is &lt;a href="http://thinkreflectpray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;. He's a wonderful guy. And Godly too, BIG plus! haha We sucked him into our little bloggy world girls. The name of his blog is &lt;a href="http://thinkreflectpray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Think, Reflect, Pray&lt;/a&gt;. So make sure to stop by his blog and welcome him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;em&gt;d...all you single ladies out there, I'll be taking applications!! Maybe even auction off a date with him...haha&lt;/em&gt; So just kidding, Austin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-3731698937605012901?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3731698937605012901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3731698937605012901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3731698937605012901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3731698937605012901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/watch-out-ladies.html' title='Watch Out Ladies...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4788378794663952925</id><published>2009-02-18T07:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:57:34.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In about a week...</title><content type='html'>I will jumping on the "bandwagon". On March 5th, I will become the proud owner of one of these puppies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304150531934856402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZwgzmMtJNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LKXNwTgH43A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Along with this super cute silicone cover for it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304150851071144546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZwhGLEucmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GjF4yJ_i2pA/s320/c0d6_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I only say March 5th because that's when my 2year contract is up with The Phone Company We Shall Not Mention!! I CANNOT wait for better customer service, and my spiffy new iPhone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the UofA there is free WiFi EVERYWHERE so these phone really will get its money worth of use!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4788378794663952925?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4788378794663952925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4788378794663952925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4788378794663952925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4788378794663952925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-about-week.html' title='In about a week...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZwgzmMtJNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LKXNwTgH43A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8158363102925354379</id><published>2009-02-16T20:10:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:47:02.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Things That Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lovely &lt;a href="http://mommy2charli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paige&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. The rules are simple... you list six things that make you smile, post the rules and then tag six other bloggers to do the same. So here we go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. The killer view from my backyard... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303600196553354674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZosR3JBLbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dLBhwd17sks/s320/phone+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. My Brain (yes-that is a real IQ test taken at a real university)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303605178125606930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZowz08ZYBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6FEPJLy_O9E/s320/phone+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. 'Nuff said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303602110908639042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZouBSq4p0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/qgChJU1mte8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS!!&lt;/strong&gt; (sorry, I had WAY too many pictures to post on this topic)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. My family-They have this tendency to ALWAYS pick me up when I fall. I sorta like that...ALOT. And love them more everyday for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. THIS KID!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303604805788662530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZoweJ4WewI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fDQWnhj44EM/s320/Camera+Phone+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOO many more things make me smile but these are just a few that are on my mind as of know... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that said, I tag...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysweetandsouthernlife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sweet, Sassy, and Always Classy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amanda-leanne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Dessert Fairy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upturnedbarbie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;upturned.barbie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://krislynrae.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;spreading her wings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brittanykristine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Simple Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelseysutherlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Authentically Me: Living a Life of Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-8158363102925354379?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8158363102925354379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8158363102925354379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8158363102925354379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8158363102925354379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='6 Things That Make Me Smile'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZosR3JBLbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dLBhwd17sks/s72-c/phone+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-5776958180445826607</id><published>2009-02-13T14:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:52:51.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since it's Valentine's Day....</title><content type='html'>I've decicided to write a little letter to my future husband. Whoever he may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Future Husband,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have not meet you yet, but seeing as tomorrow is Valentines Day, I figured I’d write you a letter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that when you and I get married, that will be one of the happiest days of my life. I will love you with every fiber of my being. There are just a few things that I will need from you. I’m going to ask that you love me and cherish me everyday. But more importantly, I’m going to need you to love God more than you love me. There will be days where I just won’t feel like being very “Christian-Like”, and I’m going to need you to lead me, and encourage me to seek our God with everything I’ve got. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, my family is very close knit, and I have learned through the past few years to HIGHLY value them. So, you’re going to have to love them. And I promise to take every possible measure to get to know your family and treat them as my own. I will apologize now for the comparisons to my daddy. He’s the first man to ever love me more than himself. I think he is the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever met, but I know you will be too. And you will be the last man I love. Please be patient with my brother. He is an amazingly brilliant, free spirited, fun-loving boy. I tend to try and act like his mother, and he tends to let me some times. So please don’t interfere, he was the first person I have ever loved selflessly. I promise to love our children even more selflessly. I know that when your with my momma, you thing you’re with an older version of me. That may be too much for you sometimes, but know that she will love you like her son, and she will brag about you more than you will ever know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for my stubbornness and my inability to not trust fully. I promise I am working on those daily. I cannot promise that I will never nag, but I can promise that I will give you everything I have. I’m going to need you support and help through my rough times. I will need to hold my head up, wipe my tears, and push me onward. I will love you more each second for it. I will let you lead our family and be your biggest fan! Know that my career is filled with mostly men. Some of the most egotistic men, I might add. But you are the one I want to come home to, and share my life with. I will not be there for any other reason other than to help sick children. Please trust me, and respect that being a doctor for those amazing babies is my passion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love to hold hands a little more than the Average Joe, but please just do this for me. It melts my heart. Look at it as I just want to show my man to the world. I will love to write you letters, and make you cute little gifts. Please look at each one as a piece of my heart. I will give you my forever. I work everyday to respect you more. I will hold you above myself and put your needs first. Together, we are going to make the best team. I will fight for you. I will fight for us. I just need you do to the same. Love me for ME. Cherish the person I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grow old with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Know that I'd wait an eternity for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-5776958180445826607?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5776958180445826607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=5776958180445826607&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5776958180445826607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5776958180445826607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-its-valentines-day.html' title='Since it&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Day....'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8486562827317222699</id><published>2009-02-10T08:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:04:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Storm Drivers....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZGkSo-MkEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/H8SgIuF9nKo/s1600-h/0210090647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301198876534673474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZGkSo-MkEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/H8SgIuF9nKo/s320/0210090647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so I know that it isn't the best picture of my windshield ever. But you'll have to give me a little bit of a break, it was taken while I was driving on my camera phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad, I was at a complete stop when said picture was taken. No lectures please!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little peak into my morning. NOT fun!! I would rather be playing in the lovely little snow storm... NOT driving in it. Besides, I live in Arizona people!! It is not supposed to snow here, therefore people CANNOT drive properly in any kind of storm. Said drivers tend to make me CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-8486562827317222699?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8486562827317222699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8486562827317222699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8486562827317222699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8486562827317222699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-storm-drivers.html' title='Snow Storm Drivers....'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SZGkSo-MkEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/H8SgIuF9nKo/s72-c/0210090647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-5222277708121632507</id><published>2009-01-28T09:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:29:13.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oX-T8aQFG4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oX-T8aQFG4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt Maher - Empty and Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My past won't stop haunting me&lt;br /&gt;In this prison there's a fight between&lt;br /&gt;Who I am and who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thorn in my side is a grace&lt;br /&gt;For because of it the flesh and blood of God&lt;br /&gt;Was offered in my place, my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fought the fight in me&lt;br /&gt;You chased me down and finished the race&lt;br /&gt;I was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You kept the faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my best friends go?&lt;br /&gt;In my defense they disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Just like Your friends did to You, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You were there, You gave me strength&lt;br /&gt;So this little one might come to know&lt;br /&gt;The glory of Your name, Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fought the fight in me&lt;br /&gt;You chased me down and finished the race&lt;br /&gt;I was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You kept the faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting, set apart like incense to Your heart&lt;br /&gt;A libation I'm pouring out&lt;br /&gt;Empty and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fought the fight in me&lt;br /&gt;You chased me down and finished the race&lt;br /&gt;I was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You kept the faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fought the fight in me&lt;br /&gt;You chased me down and finished the race&lt;br /&gt;I was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You kept the faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You kept the faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Savior, You kept the faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-5222277708121632507?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5222277708121632507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=5222277708121632507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5222277708121632507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5222277708121632507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-5089336577939776906</id><published>2009-01-21T14:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:22:01.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been a while....</title><content type='html'>Hey loves!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while since I've made a "real" post, so here I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told y'all I was alive... &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started again yesterday, and I've already been LOADED with work. I'm taking 6 of the hardest classes yet. I can't believe I have 6 more years of this, and it's only going to get worse!! But I know the reward of helping sick people is &lt;em&gt;FAR&lt;/em&gt; worth it! And hopefully, I'll look back on these days and laugh. &lt;strong&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SXeQrvpblmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bfo37z6hjqA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SXeQrvpblmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bfo37z6hjqA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858968196322914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if school isn't enough, I've re-started the Believing God bible study with Barb. We &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; finish it! I wanted to do it now as a way to have my daily quiet time. I've felt so guilty about not having it when I'm in school. I tend to focus on school a little much more than I should when it comes to my quiet time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been working on this cute little photo album for one of my BFFs birthdays, and it's almost done I can't wait to post pics of it! I used my new Cricut Expression. It's SO fun! You were right, Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So see, I have been one little busy bee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm off to Starbucks to pump some caffine through these veins of mine and get started on a few papers due next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-5089336577939776906?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5089336577939776906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=5089336577939776906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5089336577939776906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5089336577939776906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-its-been-while.html' title='So it&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SXeQrvpblmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bfo37z6hjqA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7887150874927742298</id><published>2009-01-19T07:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:00:02.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Harper Brown Stamps</title><content type='html'>Please, Please, Please pray for little Harper. She is the biggest miracle to Kelly and Scott, and I couldn't imagine going through what they have been faced with y'all. Kelly is a HUGE encouragement to me in finding a Godly husband, and I just hate that this is happening. This family is SO sweet and giving. Click on the button on my sidebar to keep updated on little Harper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7887150874927742298?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7887150874927742298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7887150874927742298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7887150874927742298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7887150874927742298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-harper-brown-stamps.html' title='Miss Harper Brown Stamps'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-1674210818921246851</id><published>2009-01-13T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:12:22.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I AM alive. I promise! Real post to follow soon!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-1674210818921246851?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1674210818921246851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=1674210818921246851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1674210818921246851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1674210818921246851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3812841037297444002</id><published>2008-12-19T06:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:01:25.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night with Momma...</title><content type='html'>So, I know this is coming a bit late, but 2 weeks ago Momma and I headed out to the University of Arizona (my school) to watch the Wildcats take on our rival team, The ASU Sundevils!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281495098152244834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUujzyhU1mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PzDbg_L3iWo/s320/SANY1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Momma and I waiting for kick-off!! GO CATS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUukDppF2zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0M_3S7RiPa0/s1600-h/SANY1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281495370646805298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUukDppF2zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0M_3S7RiPa0/s320/SANY1071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite part of the band's show. They make sure to outline the satae of Arizona,and if you inlarge the pic, you'll see that our Mascot stand where our city is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281495886939435858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUukhs-2M1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sTsTsRapu3I/s320/SANY1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt; WE BEAT ASU!!! Woo-Hoo! All the student rush the field when The Cats win a big game. It's SO fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&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/6536143698172208766-3812841037297444002?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3812841037297444002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3812841037297444002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3812841037297444002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3812841037297444002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/date-night-with-momma.html' title='Date Night with Momma...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUujzyhU1mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PzDbg_L3iWo/s72-c/SANY1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8904239953531879894</id><published>2008-12-17T13:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:59:56.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINALLY got one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUlnx50fQSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bKPa9FqzsaI/s1600-h/A1-29-0001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280866145100841250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUlnx50fQSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bKPa9FqzsaI/s320/A1-29-0001-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I FINALLY got a Cricut Machine! Can I just tell you, I LOVE  IT. It does all the work for you. I spent the beeter part of my night just cutting random things. I cannot wait to give all my girlfriends homemade cards the Christmas. This puppy makes it SO easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-8904239953531879894?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8904239953531879894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8904239953531879894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8904239953531879894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8904239953531879894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-finally-got-one.html' title='I FINALLY got one!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SUlnx50fQSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bKPa9FqzsaI/s72-c/A1-29-0001-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3104176586125197770</id><published>2008-12-04T07:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:57:37.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We need an army please...</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is going to be a little hard for me to explain...&lt;br /&gt;But, my sweet-blog friend Kaitlyn is going through a bit of a battle recently, she asks that we pray for her, her brother Nick, and her family in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lift this sweet lady and her family up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read her requests and learn more about her story &lt;a href="http://upturnedbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-your-help-please.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all for it, and I know she does too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-3104176586125197770?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3104176586125197770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3104176586125197770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3104176586125197770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3104176586125197770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-need-army-please.html' title='We need an army please...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-783749923370490606</id><published>2008-12-03T08:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:27:28.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Slacker</title><content type='html'>So, there are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 22&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days unitl Christmas, and I have &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; even touched on my gift buying!! Oh My, I think I may be in trouble! But, in my defense, I HATE hitting the stores this time of year! Yes, I know, me hate going shopping?! Not likely right? WRONG! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(any other time of the year, it's my &lt;em&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/em&gt; thing to do)&lt;/span&gt;  I can &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; stand the herds of people all in a rush and acting as bulldozers! I feel like I cant focus at the every task at hand with these hugh crowds! But nonetheless, the gift buying has to be done, so I guess I'll push through another year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-783749923370490606?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/783749923370490606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=783749923370490606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/783749923370490606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/783749923370490606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-call-me-slacker.html' title='Just call me Slacker'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3792172872414202028</id><published>2008-11-24T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:15:18.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>I have a HOPE</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And that is &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than enough for me! Thank you all for your sweet support, comments, and prayers. Keep ‘em coming! I love them, they keep me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Facing The Giants last night. Run…do NOT walk…RUN to go pick this movie up. I gave me so much perceptive, it aint even funny! I know that Jesus has a plan for me. And no matter if it’s the plan I have set for myself, it is important to praise Him when I win, and praise Him when I loose. I’ve really been taught a lot through out this process, and I know that my learning is not finshed. I have finally put my self in a place of contentment. And no matter how this all turns out; &lt;em&gt;Lord, I WILL still love you! I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3Dqe58Fs5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3Dqe58Fs5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I vent on this blog more than anything else, but that’s what I love about you guys, you let me. I adore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lift up my sweet baby brother today. He is a child of few words when it comes to being sick or hurt. He just never complains. Well, beginning yesterday, he starting complaining of deep chest pains and it would just not go away. My momma took him to see the Doctor today and now the doc has sent him to our local hospital to get an Ekg and some X-Rays. She sent me a text a little while ago stating that his blood pressure was 120/90. That can’t be good for a little guy, now can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all more than words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-3792172872414202028?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3792172872414202028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3792172872414202028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3792172872414202028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3792172872414202028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-hope.html' title='I have a HOPE'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8234741756774501097</id><published>2008-11-21T09:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:13:59.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap band'/><title type='text'>Update on Sweet Momma</title><content type='html'>So, 3 months ago, my momma had LapBand Surgery, (&lt;a href="http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lap-band-day-1.html"&gt;you can read about it here&lt;/a&gt;) And, since then, I've given y'all random updates on her progress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUMROLL PLEASE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has hit a HUGE milestone, today when she weighed in, the scale revealed that she has lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50 pounds, FIFTY, FIVE-ZERO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (That's right, she's lost 50lbs in 3 months!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Mom! We are so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-8234741756774501097?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8234741756774501097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8234741756774501097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8234741756774501097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8234741756774501097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-sweet-momma.html' title='Update on Sweet Momma'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4254025256036007238</id><published>2008-11-21T07:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:23:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a list of things that sum me up reasonably well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passionate about many things…, my God, my family, my friends. Sometimes, too passionate. A little crazy at times.&lt;br /&gt;I love people…and I tell them even when its uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I love you its because I do…I don’t give lip service to anyone&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid of confrontation…I think people avoid it way too much&lt;br /&gt;I love having REAL conversations…and I completely wear my heart on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I’m very dramatic&lt;br /&gt;I’m not “normal”…most people think I’m weird. But I like to say “unique”.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t forgive easily…even though I should&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear in life is failure. Whether it’s just an exam, or at a relationship. Just plain failure.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve recently started trying to name nice things about people when they upset me. (thats why I remember why we care so much about each other to argue in the 1st place)&lt;br /&gt;People either hate me or love me…and I’m ok with that. Actually I like it this way.&lt;br /&gt;I was a loser until I started living as myself, rather than being apart of the “it” crowd…I regret many things&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you how you are doing, I really want to know. I don’t like it when people say I’m fine and they are obviously lying. I’d much rather someone say I’m not ok, but Id rather not discuss it&lt;br /&gt;I tend to put all of my eggs in one basket. And that leads to hurt more times then it leads to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a huge number of “friends”, now I have much less. I like it this way much better. (It isn’t fake this way.)&lt;br /&gt;I’m a sucker for a coffee house conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be too gullible.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry anymore. It actually feels good sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer support Abercrombie after reading &lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/fea/fdshops/stories/082708dnmetabercrombie.4027698.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing in life is to laugh until I cry. Because for that one moment, you are your happiest…&lt;br /&gt;I take things personally…way too personally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If ya want to know anything else, just ask and Ill post the answers!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4254025256036007238?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4254025256036007238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4254025256036007238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4254025256036007238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4254025256036007238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-is-list-of-things-that-sum-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2977241224788054997</id><published>2008-11-18T15:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:51:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck Y'all...</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I will be attempting&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/08/hope-these-put-smile-on-your-face.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for my fellow AWANA leaders. I will update you on my progress, and if all goes well, I may even give y'all some pictures of my masterpieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda, you should enjoy this little adventure of mine!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2977241224788054997?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2977241224788054997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2977241224788054997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2977241224788054997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2977241224788054997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-me-luck-yall.html' title='Wish me luck Y&apos;all...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-5329856253010793637</id><published>2008-11-13T07:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:00:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red vs. Blue = LOVE</title><content type='html'>My dear bloggity friend, &lt;a href="http://upturnedbarbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;kait_lyn&lt;/a&gt; posted this on her blog and it just moved me to goosebumps! It's important to see our nation come together even when we disagree on a leader. And most importantly, we still are called to respect that leader. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/from52to48withlove/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-5329856253010793637?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5329856253010793637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=5329856253010793637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5329856253010793637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5329856253010793637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-vs-blue-love.html' title='Red vs. Blue = LOVE'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-1770975297522364514</id><published>2008-11-12T08:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:58:20.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Important To Me In This Time Of Need</title><content type='html'>So many things have me stressed and worried lately. Things going on with this country that I love so much, my relationships, my walk with God, entering Pre-Med, etc. I found this song this AM and&lt;em&gt; cannot&lt;/em&gt; get over it. I love it, to say the least. It starts a little slower than what Im used to, but the words have a special place in my heart! It reminds me that He is on our side. I think we need that, or at least I know that &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;need it. Simply put, &lt;strong&gt;I ADORE THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5-DjMpuM0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5-DjMpuM0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LYRICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The orphan clings to Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing the song of how he was found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The widow rejoices For her oppressors are silenced now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore&lt;br /&gt;When You could just be silent and leave us here to die&lt;br /&gt;Still, You sent Your Son for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are on our side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The runaway falls at Your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are what he has searched for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rich man is broken When he stands beneath a sky full of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore&lt;br /&gt;When You could just be silent and leave us here to die&lt;br /&gt;Still, You sent Your Son for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are on our side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-1770975297522364514?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1770975297522364514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=1770975297522364514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1770975297522364514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1770975297522364514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-important-to-me-in-this-time-of-need.html' title='So Important To Me In This Time Of Need'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-435847094993739651</id><published>2008-11-07T06:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:42:36.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ms. Crafty-PART 2</title><content type='html'>I must REALLY have the crafty bug lately. I decided to make myself a journal rather than go out and buy a super-cute one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started out with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SRRDDuNdSoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1oScf1h9ILg/s1600-h/SANY1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265907595526097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SRRDDuNdSoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1oScf1h9ILg/s320/SANY1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finshed with this!!! It's so cute, I can hardly stand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265908166712470898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SRRDk-C5rXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yIuGdF2sQBY/s320/SANY1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I promise, there is more to come! I've picked up scrapbooking too... Woo-Hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-435847094993739651?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/435847094993739651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=435847094993739651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/435847094993739651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/435847094993739651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-ms-crafty-part-2.html' title='Little Ms. Crafty-PART 2'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SRRDDuNdSoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1oScf1h9ILg/s72-c/SANY1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3326075573048375617</id><published>2008-10-30T07:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:11:50.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>N-I-N-E!!! He's is NINE already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SQnN0rS3g4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/CMa_M1JOrJc/s1600-h/ry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262963944417887106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SQnN0rS3g4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/CMa_M1JOrJc/s320/ry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Ryan turns &lt;strong&gt;NINE&lt;/strong&gt;!! Oh my, where has time gone?! I can still remember being in the labor and delivery room waiting for Mom to get him out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honor of My Bubbie, Here’s nine reasons I love you. (But trust me, there's many more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You always wipe my tears away when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;8. When I ask you how I look, you always say “skinny”. I REALLY love that&lt;br /&gt;7. Sometimes, when we talk, I feel like I’m talking to a twenty year old. Not my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;6. You have more “street-smarts” than I could ever muster.&lt;br /&gt;5. You may only be 9, but you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;4. Given enough time, you’ll figure anything out! (You even take things apart just to see how it put back together.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love that you learned to read by reading the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;2. You hit harder on the football field than I could have ever imagined, yet you’re the biggest teddy-bear at night.&lt;br /&gt;1. You make me proud to say, “I’m a sister.” To be your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best! &lt;em&gt;Now, Always, and Forever.&lt;/em&gt; I can’t believe you’re 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom and Dad,&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for giving me my very first friend. I may have been well on my way to teens by the time he was born, but still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964195139693586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SQnODRTmrBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VsowKqf37Bg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-3326075573048375617?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3326075573048375617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3326075573048375617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3326075573048375617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3326075573048375617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-ryan-turns-nine-oh-my-where-has.html' title='N-I-N-E!!! He&apos;s is NINE already!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SQnN0rS3g4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/CMa_M1JOrJc/s72-c/ry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7488923042479362025</id><published>2008-10-23T20:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:01:12.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ms Crafty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I've been feeling a little crafty lately and decided to make a trip to our local craft store... I'm already big into scrapbooking, but this is something completely new...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is BEFORE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260563464166521682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SQFGmVgLO1I/AAAAAAAAADc/uPCm__fW7uw/s320/SANY1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And.... AFTER!! TA-DA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564702706760370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SQFHubbLerI/AAAAAAAAADs/rYtqx-nou5A/s320/SANY1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, thats right, I even painted it myself! I enjoyed myself so much, I think I'll make it my new hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7488923042479362025?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7488923042479362025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7488923042479362025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7488923042479362025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7488923042479362025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-ms-crafty.html' title='Little Ms Crafty...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SQFGmVgLO1I/AAAAAAAAADc/uPCm__fW7uw/s72-c/SANY1010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7223746294909893589</id><published>2008-10-20T11:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:55:07.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love a good G-I-V-E-A-W-A-Y!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there pretty ladies!! Preppy Little Dress is having a fab new giveaway! Be sure to check her out &lt;a href="http://preppylittledress.blogspot.com/2008/10/g-i-v-e-w-y-time-come-on-over.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for all the goodness! Have fun dear ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7223746294909893589?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7223746294909893589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7223746294909893589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7223746294909893589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7223746294909893589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-good-g-i-v-e-w-y.html' title='Love a good G-I-V-E-A-W-A-Y!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-3401918978853570100</id><published>2008-10-02T08:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:53:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want Some Word Y'all?</title><content type='html'>This is Beth Moore's daughter, Amanda. &lt;strong&gt;I don't like just because of her mother, but beacuse she is simply, &lt;em&gt;Amanda&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; She majored in journalism in college, and boy, does she know how to write. I read &lt;a href="http://babybangs.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-rescuer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post yesterday, and have not stopped thinking about it. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-3401918978853570100?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3401918978853570100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=3401918978853570100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3401918978853570100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/3401918978853570100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/want-some-word-yall.html' title='Want Some Word Y&apos;all?'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6163906306210234202</id><published>2008-09-11T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:16:10.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a FEW of my Favortie Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Laughing until I cry&lt;br /&gt;* My Bible!&lt;br /&gt;* Sparklers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Christmas Lights&lt;br /&gt;* Christmas time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Any Season in North Carolina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone abandons all to Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Fireflies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Shoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Flowers and Gardens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Beth Moore Bible Studies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* The smell of just washed laundry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* The peace and quiet of watching the sunset from my back porch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* A good tan at the beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* A walk in the woods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* A good cup of coffee on a slow, cold day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Shooting stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Riding a Quad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Hearing a baby laugh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Popcorn and a good movie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* When Ryan and I laugh together&lt;br /&gt;* Pedicures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Not being able to put a good book down&lt;br /&gt;* Hearing an air-tight jar open for the first time&lt;br /&gt;* Cherry Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People and their stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* A heartfelt testimony&lt;br /&gt;* Jeremiah 29:11-14 and Philippians 1:6&lt;br /&gt;* Watching people worship with their hands raised&lt;br /&gt;* Rain&lt;br /&gt;* and the smell right before it rains&lt;br /&gt;* The sound of the beach&lt;br /&gt;* The feeling of sand in between my toes&lt;br /&gt;* Orchids&lt;br /&gt;* Reading a blog post so good, that it makes me cry!&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching Ryan read his Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When my girlfriends are there for me&lt;br /&gt;* When my friends count on me&lt;br /&gt;* My AWANA kids&lt;br /&gt;* Finding a new pair of favorite Jeans&lt;br /&gt;* Roadtrips&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/6536143698172208766-6163906306210234202?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6163906306210234202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6163906306210234202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6163906306210234202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6163906306210234202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-few-of-my-favortie-things.html' title='Just a FEW of my Favortie Things'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7753451674303934610</id><published>2008-09-11T14:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:40:01.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Barb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel that you deserve a post to call your own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, no amount of words will ever be able to express my gratitude towards you. So instead of writing you what seems to be a sappy love letter, I’ll make you a list! (I’m a list maker y’all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I would have never known without you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. That jealousy, frustration, insecurity, and sometimes; my thoughts, can all be sin and to get ride of it &lt;em&gt;asap&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;11. How to pray “on my face”.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;grace&lt;/strong&gt; can look like a woman with amazingly-beautiful silver hair, the cutest fashion sense, jealous-worthy gray/black framed glasses and a smile that reaches ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;9. That most of the time, it’s better to answer you’re friend with an, “I’m good!” rather than bore them with all of life’s little dramas.&lt;br /&gt;8. That God loves that I need complete dependency on him. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if I do catch myself trying to depend elsewhere from time to time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;7. For constantly showing me all of the blessings I have in my life. But, rather, teaching me that &lt;em&gt;they come for God&lt;/em&gt;, and to stay under his “umbrella”.&lt;br /&gt;6. That life is hard. &lt;strong&gt;Darn hard&lt;/strong&gt;. But it’s the hard-times that I grow the most, and there is NOTHING that means more than to grow closer to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;5. That life can (&lt;em&gt;and will&lt;/em&gt;) become complete chaos at times, but choosing to have peace in the center of it all, makes you’re testimony all the more stronger.&lt;br /&gt;4. What a woman after Gods own heart looks like.&lt;br /&gt;3. The type of mentor I want to be for my future daughter.&lt;br /&gt;2. How important it is to seek God every single day.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And most importantly to me; how to &lt;em&gt;desperately&lt;/em&gt; have &lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; for gaining a relationship with the Him and &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never would have thought you and I would be so extremely close. I love it. I cant put words on it, that's how much I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Momma loves it. She's one heck of a woman herself, and I feel so blessed that I get to call her Mom. And blessed that I get to call the both of you, MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you with my whole heart. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7753451674303934610?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7753451674303934610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7753451674303934610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7753451674303934610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7753451674303934610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-barb.html' title='Thank You, Barb.'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2780041433467420899</id><published>2008-09-11T11:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:07:46.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap band'/><title type='text'>LAP BAND-DAY 38</title><content type='html'>Well, my oh my! Sweet Momma has lost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (thats right, I said, &lt;em&gt;TWENTY THREE&lt;/em&gt;) pounds so far!!! Way to go, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she's lost 23 pounds in just over a month! That's simply amazing to me! All of her friends say they can really start to see the changes, mostly in her mid-section and face. I can't wait for her to reach her goal weight and have all her hard work paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers over her!&lt;br /&gt;I (&lt;em&gt;and she&lt;/em&gt;) love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2780041433467420899?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2780041433467420899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2780041433467420899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2780041433467420899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2780041433467420899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/lap-band-day-38.html' title='LAP BAND-DAY 38'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6048548893358191193</id><published>2008-08-31T20:12:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:43:28.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>UPDATES!! And Some Ryan too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lap-Band Update!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, so I know I said I'd update you on my sweet momma's appointment, so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First, we walk into the doctors office and they weighed her, of course! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; pounds&lt;/strong&gt; down Ladies and Gentlemen!! Can you believe that?! Praise Jesus! She seemed REALLY happy about that part, that is, until we saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240891271542399858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SLti2BK643I/AAAAAAAAADE/1audaLOvWfM/s320/SANY0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ouch, is right!! Then she really wasn't happy when this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240887653900045362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SLtfjcZxTDI/AAAAAAAAACs/NFRkeR1Ik6w/s320/SANY0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But, all in all, it was a good appointment! They filled her band with 4cc's of saline and found out that she's lost 16 pounds in just ONE MONTH! Way to go Momma!!! &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; proud of you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On another note, FOOTBALL started for Ryan! WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240891775678297330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SLtjTXOSNPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Goto0WIWnyE/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm still in awe of how good you've gotten at this crazy sport of "pigskin". Good Luck Mini-Man! Get those sacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6048548893358191193?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6048548893358191193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6048548893358191193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6048548893358191193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6048548893358191193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates-and-some-ryan-too.html' title='UPDATES!! And Some Ryan too...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SLti2BK643I/AAAAAAAAADE/1audaLOvWfM/s72-c/SANY0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4722049301982479899</id><published>2008-08-28T11:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:22:37.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Color Me Happy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took this little "quiz" that ask me a bunch a words used to describe myself, and this is what it had to say about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" width="50%" style="color:#00FFFF;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are aqua&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#00FFFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/colors"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4722049301982479899?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4722049301982479899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4722049301982479899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4722049301982479899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4722049301982479899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-color-me-happy.html' title='Well, Color Me Happy!!!!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6375492729834357047</id><published>2008-08-27T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:03:12.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Brittany...</title><content type='html'>Please read &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-asked-me-out-on-walk.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!!! My hope for you, is to have your furture husband boast about you like this! I love you with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also goes for all your other single ladies out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6375492729834357047?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6375492729834357047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6375492729834357047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6375492729834357047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6375492729834357047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dearest-brittany.html' title='My Dearest Brittany...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4190489948578281199</id><published>2008-08-18T13:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:45:26.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/08/ever-sweeter.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, all I can do is sit here and have a quite moment. Sweet Angie is such an amazing writer, and even better woman! She's been through DEEP pain and still worships the God that has allowed it all to happen. It's amazing. Beautiful. Unexplainable. Encouraging. All at the same time.I have so much to learn from her. And so do many of my friends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When circumstances don't go our way; we get mad, confused, hurt, and question God.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I am not one to point the finger, because I have felt this way too many times to count.)&lt;/span&gt; I have spent so many hours before God asking, "&lt;strong&gt;Why?"&lt;/strong&gt; I get so caught up in &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, rather than this big picture. It's important to remember that God allows things to happen for our good. Not because He's turning his back on us. So why do we turn our backs on him? Why is it when are hurting, we try to fill the hurt up with other things? There is only One who can heal the hurt! No amount of parties, shopping sprees, guys, or other selfish acts that can fill that. Only God. I can not tell you how many times I have tried to fill my void alone. There has only been One to fill it and will always be only One. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord says, "I will make you wise and show you where to go. I will guide you and watch over you. Psalm 32:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love y'all with my whole heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4190489948578281199?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4190489948578281199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4190489948578281199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4190489948578281199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4190489948578281199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-reading-this-all-i-can-do-is-sit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-9110050523582047518</id><published>2008-08-17T08:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:41:19.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Jenny!!</title><content type='html'>WooHoo! Isn't my new blog awesome?! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://pinkarmchairdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to church now, have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikkipollocksig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii192/jennifertakala/nikkipollocksig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-9110050523582047518?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9110050523582047518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=9110050523582047518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/9110050523582047518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/9110050523582047518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-jenny.html' title='Thanks Jenny!!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-7711996326825811813</id><published>2008-08-15T07:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:32:21.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Thursday...</title><content type='html'>In honor of my sweet friend, &lt;a href="http://brittanykristine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittany's&lt;/a&gt; "Stupid Thursday", I thought I'd leave her a little bit of encouragement on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;: I love you with my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: If I could take away your hurt, confusion, anger, hopelessness, and everything else you're feeling; I would without doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Our God is AWESOME! When you and I were talking about "faith" the other night at bible study, you said I think of "trust". Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;babycakes&lt;/span&gt;, TRUST HIM. He has a plan for you! I know it seems blurry now, and you don't know which direction to take. But know, that he has brought you here for a purpose. And, he will bring you everywhere you go for a purpose. &lt;strong&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; 29:11&lt;/strong&gt; Don't question that. Have that faith we are learning about in bible study! God can restore life and purpose to those who have given up. You have NO need that exceeds his power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth: Hold out your hand and and remember:&lt;br /&gt;1. God is who He says He is.&lt;br /&gt;2. God can do what He says He can do&lt;br /&gt;3. I am who God says I am&lt;br /&gt;4. I can do all things through Christ&lt;br /&gt;5. Gods Word is alive and active in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth (and most important): &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One step at a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You are going to blow the world away with your potential. I truly believe that. Take everything you've learned throughout this and use it to bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For everyone else:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry I made this post so personal between a dear friend and myself. But sometimes, ya just need to take a second and have a little "soapbox session". Thanks for hanging in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read about Brit's "Stupid Thursday" you can check it out at her &lt;a href="http://brittanykristine.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-7711996326825811813?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7711996326825811813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=7711996326825811813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7711996326825811813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/7711996326825811813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-thursday.html' title='Stupid Thursday...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4250954152162832575</id><published>2008-08-12T11:58:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:39:27.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><title type='text'>Believing God-Bible Study</title><content type='html'>As you may know, I host a Bible study at my house on Sunday nights. We are doing a study called Believing God. &lt;em&gt;IT IS AMAZING! &lt;/em&gt;Let me be the first to tell you, I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; this Word. I need to learn to believe God like never before. &lt;em&gt;God is who he says he is, and God WILL do what he says he can do.&lt;/em&gt; Beth Moore has an awesome way of opening my eyes and heart to hear Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my Girlfriends in the study&lt;/strong&gt;(Lisa, Brittany, Carina, Michelle, and Charity): I love that you are on this journey with me! I'm so thankful for you. You are my encouragement. You keep me going when I don't really feel like it anymore. I am a very firm believer that God has placed you in my life for accountability! I adore you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my Beautiful-Barb:&lt;/strong&gt; Your are my friend, encourager, hope, and most importantly; my Mentor. You keep me from me (if you know what I mean)! I love your honesty and even more so; your passion for Jesus. I want that. I need that. Your are one strong woman! Thank you for sharing you hurts, tears, joys, smiles, and all of your prayers over my life. I promise to carry the things you have shared/taught me and pass them on to my daughter one day. You have been a HUGE blessing on my life. I thank God for you everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Know that Barb prays over our study every week! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I strongly encourage everyone to have a mentor! They're a life-saver!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my Parents:&lt;/strong&gt; Where to begin? I could never say enough about the two of you. You teach me so much more than I could ever learn in any university! I mean, for crying our loud, you are the first ones who taught me about Jesus. Your support for my brother and I leaves me captivated! I can only wish that Ryan and I will find spouses and raise families of our own just as you have. You two are amazing together! Thank you for opening your house to us girls, so that this study could really happen. I love you with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy: You are my main-man! You have taught me to seek a man that love God and his family more than anything. I just want to make you proud. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma: My sweet Momma, you are my very best friend. You have taught me what a woman should really be like. Just know, that in your daughter's eyes; you are her backbone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan: Kid, you are my world! You are more than just a brother to me! You've become the beat of my heart. I prayed for you for many-many years, and finally, God blessed this family with you! And boy, did he bless us! I love you Mini-man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life! You all tickle me to death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4250954152162832575?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4250954152162832575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4250954152162832575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4250954152162832575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4250954152162832575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/believing-god-bible-study.html' title='Believing God-Bible Study'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8348169400735163187</id><published>2008-08-08T14:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:06:06.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap band'/><title type='text'>LAP BAND-Day 5 UPDATE</title><content type='html'>She's lost 9 pounds!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;N-I-N-E&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;days! Praise Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now saying, that it was worth the pain! And she'd do it all over again for 10 more pounds. Good news is, she doesn't have to do it again!! The weight is going to keep melting off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your support for her! I know she appreciates it with her whole heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly, Nik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-8348169400735163187?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8348169400735163187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8348169400735163187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8348169400735163187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8348169400735163187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lap-band-day-5-update.html' title='LAP BAND-Day 5 UPDATE'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-5365002198383731119</id><published>2008-08-08T09:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:50:13.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAP BAND-Day 5</title><content type='html'>So, not too much has changed. Except poor Momma is in too much pain to be with out her little friend, Mr. Vicoden. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, we are moving along. She is trying to eat more solid-soft-baby food type of meals now. But, she's finding out that even lunch meat will upset her stomach if she isn't careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bruises seem to be healing pretty fast, and well as her incisions. She still doesn't like to move much... No one told us about what a pain-in-the-neck the recovery is until &lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt; she left the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as she keep pushing forward, and thinks only of the results, I think she'll be just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-5365002198383731119?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5365002198383731119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=5365002198383731119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5365002198383731119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/5365002198383731119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lap-band-day-5.html' title='LAP BAND-Day 5'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-4827372213719025007</id><published>2008-08-05T10:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:58:57.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap band'/><title type='text'>LAP BAND-Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YAY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She's already home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Y'all she was a strong and independent woman! After all, it is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywhoo...Poor lady has the ugliest bruises all over. They nearly stuck her to death trying to put an IV in her arm, draw blood and her little incisions along her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked how she's doing, you"ll most likely get the all explaining response of "&lt;em&gt;sore&lt;/em&gt;".  I want to nearly grab her, give her a good shaking and make her answer all the burning questions, like: "&lt;em&gt;Can you feel it?" "What's it like?" "Can you tell a difference in your stomach yet?"&lt;/em&gt; Oh my, I could go on for days. (Y'all know that I could...) But, I guess I'm going to have to settle on "sore" for now....That crazy lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you for all your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;-Nik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-4827372213719025007?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4827372213719025007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=4827372213719025007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4827372213719025007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/4827372213719025007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lap-band-day-2.html' title='LAP BAND-Day 2'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-1255435332700306910</id><published>2008-08-04T17:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:43:38.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap band'/><title type='text'>LAP BAND-Day 1 UPDATE</title><content type='html'>She is done with surgery!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She's in Recovery, and will be placed in her room in a few hours. Thank you ever so much for all your thoughts and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will update you soon on my little weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-1255435332700306910?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1255435332700306910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=1255435332700306910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1255435332700306910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1255435332700306910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lap-band-day-1-update.html' title='LAP BAND-Day 1 UPDATE'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-6950742476312223491</id><published>2008-08-04T11:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:43:57.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap band'/><title type='text'>LAP BAND-Day 1</title><content type='html'>Okay, So my sweet Momma is having her LAP-BAND procedure today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless her heart, she is SO nervous. I was, in the past, a little brat when the discussion of this surgery would come up. I mean, after all, she's my mother for crying out loud! I thought she was beautiful the way she was. After all, its the inside that matters most. And let me be the first to tell you, my mother is the MOST beautiful person in my eyes. No one is stronger, more independent, or as amazing as she. I never took her self-feelings into consideration. I was just focusing on the old-fashioned rule "Be happy with who you are!" After MANY conversations and deep talks with her I have come to the conclusion, that this not only will help her physically, but her mental view of herself as well. She truly glows when she thinks about her future results. And now, I could not be happier for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong people, by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means is my mother a whale or anything close to that. She just, in her words, "feels like a skinny person trapped in a chunky suit". &lt;em&gt;Bless her heart.&lt;/em&gt; And poor her, for the next few days, that poor woman has to be on a liquid diet! A &lt;strong&gt;LIQUID&lt;/strong&gt; diet! I personally, would have said, NO thanks to that! The surgeon will go in and wrap what looks like a fancy rubber-band around her good-ole tummy. He'll connect a port to the rubber-band, in which he will be able to inflate with saline. Her stomach will now be made into the size of just a few ounces. NO MORE big meat and potato meals people. Now, that there is one strong woman. I, myself, again would have said "NO thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to wishing her a speedy recovery, and all the happiness in the world!&lt;br /&gt;(maybe even bikini shopping!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than my words could ever express Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's You and Me, against the world. Forever. And ALWAYS!"&lt;br /&gt;-Your "Wendy-Whiner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will keep you updated sweet-ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-6950742476312223491?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6950742476312223491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=6950742476312223491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6950742476312223491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/6950742476312223491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lap-band-day-1.html' title='LAP BAND-Day 1'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2115110319444812673</id><published>2008-07-30T09:40:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:27:39.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Weekend Ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I am so excited about this weekend. Some girlfriends and I are planning to take a little road trip to hear the amazing Beth Moore speak via simulcast! She's &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; y'all! Little Missy right here can barely contain herself as I type this. I cannot, and I mean CANNOT, wait to her what is going to come out of that little lady's mouth! I am however a little nervous about our hotel issue. My very-spoiling mother has brought me up with some very nice resort tastes, so staying in a "standard suite" makes my stomach a little uneasy. But nonetheless, this will be one for the books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I figured I'd start you off with some "pre-trip" pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Carina and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228855141511448610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SJCgDCvDyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/NVPYRd4S5i0/s320/pic082606_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My B-E-A-U-T-FUL &lt;a href="http://brittanykristine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228856202789077074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SJChA0TXQFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l5zVynfF6TU/s320/1_IMAGE_147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be sure to upload some amazing photos of our little-bity trip once we get back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Blessed Y'all, Nik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2115110319444812673?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2115110319444812673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2115110319444812673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2115110319444812673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2115110319444812673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-weekend-ahead.html' title='With a Weekend Ahead...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SJCgDCvDyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/NVPYRd4S5i0/s72-c/pic082606_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-2203334128531710899</id><published>2008-07-25T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:20:31.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW!</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was jumping around from blog to blog when I came across a little post &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/"&gt;BooMama&lt;/a&gt; had posted a few days ago about her friend, Angie. This is some Word ya"ll! &lt;em&gt;I needed to hear this today.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Check it out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/07/papyrus.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; Let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-2203334128531710899?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2203334128531710899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=2203334128531710899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2203334128531710899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/2203334128531710899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='WoW!'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-8837029654289161227</id><published>2008-07-23T19:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:27:39.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>God, Love This Brother Of Mine!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SIfvEYbJDtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Cio2IptGWnY/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226408751141555922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SIfvEYbJDtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Cio2IptGWnY/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny Mini-Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6536143698172208766-8837029654289161227?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8837029654289161227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=8837029654289161227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8837029654289161227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/8837029654289161227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-love-this-brother-of-mine.html' title='God, Love This Brother Of Mine!...'/><author><name>Nichele Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201375694061270490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/S2zoz8uj1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7E1MMqFPac/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tLa4nNI_NZU/SIfvEYbJDtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Cio2IptGWnY/s72-c/081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536143698172208766.post-1494542300194167669</id><published>2008-07-23T13:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:31:31.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, Mommy! I can blog!</title><content type='html'>Well, check me out! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I finally broke down and created a blog. Guess you could say it's a new "outlet". Or shall we say, "soapbox"? Yeah... I'm going to go with "soapbox". AnyWoo, should be fun right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536143698172208766-1494542300194167669?l=nichelelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1494542300194167669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536143698172208766&amp;postID=1494542300194167669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1494542300194167669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536143698172208766/posts/default/1494542300194167669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichelelynn.blogspot.com/2008/07/look-mommy-i-can-blog.html' title='Look, Mommy! 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