<?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-718483731280467520</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:48:51.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, he's in the toilet again!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikkismikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071321550302684014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718483731280467520.post-8372339979331489421</id><published>2009-03-19T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:48:23.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I spread my towl in the wind I feel like Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; day at the pool, which has no lifeguard... (no one watching or running it.) there were two drunk college aged boys coming in. They were holding the normal stuff you would expect to see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;towls&lt;/span&gt;, cooler, bag. Then, once they were settled, they started to spread their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;towls&lt;/span&gt; in the direction of the wind and running around shouting, "Batman, come here! Batman, I'm just like you!" They did this for about five minutes, my kids just stared, at first they laughed at them but then got bored. Soon, and older woman who was jogging by noticed the boys and came in. First she just sat in a beach chair, but a few minutes later she walked right up to one of the men and grabbed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;towl&lt;/span&gt; from him shouting, "Batman! Oh, sweet heavens! Stop drinking, and start living! Move on, and get lost!" She shooed the two guys out of the pool and smiled at us. She seemed to bow, although I have NO idea why... only about ten minutes later the men were back running around. And about five minutes after they were back, the woman was back too. It's like she had them on GPS or something!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718483731280467520-8372339979331489421?l=nikkismikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/feeds/8372339979331489421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-spread-my-towl-in-wind-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/8372339979331489421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/8372339979331489421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-spread-my-towl-in-wind-i-feel.html' title='When I spread my towl in the wind I feel like Batman'/><author><name>nikkismikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071321550302684014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718483731280467520.post-9064762213533330989</id><published>2009-03-15T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:24:05.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, toffee, why not!!</title><content type='html'>All right, earlier today our church ran our of sweetener for the churches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;. So instead they set out a bottle of melted down toffee, yes it looks as gross as it sounds. Without thinking I grabbed it and poured TONS of it into my morning coffee, the taste was... well not what I expected. But to be totally honest I liked it. Of course at first it seemed gross because it was nothing like what I had expected. Because of the strange taste of my weirdo coffee, I ended up spitting right onto the person across the table from me, you guessed it, was our pastor, (which I might add, has a bit of a temper, ironic.) At first he just looks completely shocked them he begins to turn red in the face and shaking and then he started to yell at me in front of everyone in the lobby. (Yeah, I do mean, RED RED!! He looked like a strawberry, or a tomato... or some red fruit, but only a fruit...) And of course I'm to blame, but of course I'm not the one who put toffee in a bottle instead of coffee creamer!! (I just hope that little outrage... which was more of a child &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;, doesn't get him fired!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718483731280467520-9064762213533330989?l=nikkismikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/feeds/9064762213533330989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/coffee-toffee-why-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/9064762213533330989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/9064762213533330989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/coffee-toffee-why-not.html' title='Coffee, toffee, why not!!'/><author><name>nikkismikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071321550302684014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718483731280467520.post-9051435221800704400</id><published>2009-03-14T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:37:36.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of weird names...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other day while I was walking through Walmart I happened to look over and see a pill bottle of Ginkgo Biloba. Of course I just laughed and walked away wondering what the heck does the word "Ginkgo Biloba" even mean! (or were they just making up random words, which is always fun! Floobenshnoopers! Which means... nothing... I'm still working on it.) So I looked up the definition on google. I learned that it has no living relitives, it must be a pretty lonley tree. Also it is commonly misspelled as gingo, (which of course ryhmes with Bingo!  B4!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718483731280467520-9051435221800704400?l=nikkismikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/feeds/9051435221800704400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/speaking-of-weird-names.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/9051435221800704400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/9051435221800704400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/speaking-of-weird-names.html' title='Speaking of weird names...'/><author><name>nikkismikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071321550302684014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718483731280467520.post-7866487339140294874</id><published>2009-03-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:13:37.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, duct tape does mean silence in "my world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, being my weirdo self happened upon this picture. I simply thought to myself, "Heh, why not?" And wa la! here I am writing, well... typing, about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313169203481645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YIOui7c9-0/SbwrPX0Rj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UOJzAryRYvk/s320/168022339_80ad06b45d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, yes I do SORT OF agree with this statement, hehe. Although just in case I always keep a roll or two of duct tape near by. Don't we all? But let's just remember, duct tape is also a great source of.... stikiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718483731280467520-7866487339140294874?l=nikkismikki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/feeds/7866487339140294874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-duct-tape-does-mean-silence-in-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/7866487339140294874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718483731280467520/posts/default/7866487339140294874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkismikki.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-duct-tape-does-mean-silence-in-my.html' title='Yes, duct tape does mean silence in &quot;my world&quot;'/><author><name>nikkismikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02071321550302684014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YIOui7c9-0/SbwrPX0Rj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UOJzAryRYvk/s72-c/168022339_80ad06b45d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
