<?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-1409334872521986530</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:14:41.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole-isms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul</name><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1409334872521986530.post-1324758637532016862</id><published>2009-01-25T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:16:56.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Last Word"</title><content type='html'>Ok so last night as Nicole and I were settling into bed for the evening we began discussing whether Knott's Berry Farm was pronounced Knott's Berry &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farm&lt;/span&gt; or Knott's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt; Farm.  That wasn't the funny part.  Toward the end of our little, funny disagreement Nicole pulls this classic one out, "you know today in the lesson I gave in Relief Society on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family Unity&lt;/span&gt; one of the brethren said that sometimes spouses during an argument will fight for the last word and thats not good, and thats what you're doing right now, trying to fight for the last word.  Not me, I'm going to bed, I love you, good night."  I sat silent for about 10 seconds smiling in the dark.  After a minute of silence she realized what she had just done so she blurts out, "and that didn't count as the last word either, good night."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1409334872521986530-1324758637532016862?l=nicolisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1324758637532016862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1409334872521986530&amp;postID=1324758637532016862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/1324758637532016862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/1324758637532016862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-word.html' title='&quot;The Last Word&quot;'/><author><name>Paul</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1409334872521986530.post-5632253222214967152</id><published>2009-01-23T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:48:33.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Pelosi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3a/Nancy_Pelosi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 386px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3a/Nancy_Pelosi.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Windows/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;We were watching the news tonight and they had a short blurb on the legislature's reaction to the administration change.  The clip showed Nancy Pelosi talking at a pulpit and the tag under her read, "Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D) California, Speaker of the House"  Nicole turned to me and said, "I'm surprised she's excited about the administration change if she's republican."  I gave her the one-raised eyebrow, and said, "she's one of the most hardcore democrats in the house, what makes you think she's a republican?"  Nicole responded, "The news said she  was Rep. Nancy Pelosi."  Oh Nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1409334872521986530-5632253222214967152?l=nicolisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5632253222214967152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1409334872521986530&amp;postID=5632253222214967152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/5632253222214967152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/5632253222214967152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/nancy-pelosi.html' title='Nancy Pelosi'/><author><name>Paul</name><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-1409334872521986530.post-4565283608206650400</id><published>2008-11-11T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:13:02.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jx90.com/images/articles/ups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 177px;" src="http://www.jx90.com/images/articles/ups.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I told Nicole that I'd bought our family a new board game on Ebay and that they were mailing it.  I was hoping it would have arrived today, but because it was Veterans Day it was delayed.  She than asked if it would be arriving "ups" (sounded out).  I gave her a funny look and said, "arriving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;?"  She repeated "ups" (sounded out).  I replied, "are you sounding out U-P-S?  "Yeah... ups," came her response.  Maybe thats how they say U-P-S in Idaho, but I maintain its just another Nicolism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1409334872521986530-4565283608206650400?l=nicolisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4565283608206650400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1409334872521986530&amp;postID=4565283608206650400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/4565283608206650400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/4565283608206650400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/2008/11/ups.html' title='ups'/><author><name>Paul</name><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-1409334872521986530.post-4285107926162687387</id><published>2008-11-03T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:32:09.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SQ-XyKDCBqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7VZWGavA03I/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SQ-XyKDCBqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7VZWGavA03I/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593377365722786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week during dinner Nicole decided she really wanted a glass of chocolate milk.  She quickly discovered that we were all out of Hershey's chocolate syrup.  Desperate for chocolate milk, she found Hershey's cocoa powder and decided to improvise.  I tried discouraging it, insisting that she was going to end up throwing the whole glass of milk out.  But anyone who knows my wife knows she's persistent.  She insisted that, "chocolate is made from cocoa, Paul, its the exact same thing, I guarantee you it will be delicious."  After she started to scoop the cocoa into the milk she became frustrated that it wouldn't mix.  She finally took a swig of the chunky, bitter milk just to show me that she was NOT going to waste the milk.  After a few funny faces and some pics with my cell phone she poured her  milk down the sink.  We both had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SQ-XyXyEEEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f6TYQ218ag4/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SQ-XyXyEEEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f6TYQ218ag4/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593381052649538" 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/1409334872521986530-4285107926162687387?l=nicolisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4285107926162687387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1409334872521986530&amp;postID=4285107926162687387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/4285107926162687387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/4285107926162687387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/2008/11/chocolate-milk.html' title='Chocolate Milk'/><author><name>Paul</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SQ-XyKDCBqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7VZWGavA03I/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1409334872521986530.post-7569859223675011253</id><published>2008-10-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:14:42.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby's Got Hind Legs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hippie.nu/%7Eunicorn/tut/img/basics/animalanatomy/canine-hind-paws.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://hippie.nu/%7Eunicorn/tut/img/basics/animalanatomy/canine-hind-paws.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9msc2AR17pU/SOlROasgMXI/AAAAAAAABHE/HDTvbmuL95w/s1600-h/IMG_2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9msc2AR17pU/SOlROasgMXI/AAAAAAAABHE/HDTvbmuL95w/s1600-h/IMG_2152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night Nicole and I were watching Adelyn crawl around on the floor.  She was wearing a dress so it proved to be a more difficult task than her normal routine and she kept trying to stand herself up so as to not drag her knees.  Nicole made the observation: Our baby's getting so good at standing on her hind legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1409334872521986530-7569859223675011253?l=nicolisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7569859223675011253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1409334872521986530&amp;postID=7569859223675011253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/7569859223675011253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/7569859223675011253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-babys-got-hind-legs.html' title='Our Baby&apos;s Got Hind Legs?'/><author><name>Paul</name><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/_9msc2AR17pU/SOlROasgMXI/AAAAAAAABHE/HDTvbmuL95w/s72-c/IMG_2152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1409334872521986530.post-247438846211570839</id><published>2008-10-14T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:21:05.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SPVgmi0BlOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O0-EkjurYCo/s1600-h/416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SPVgmi0BlOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O0-EkjurYCo/s400/416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257214355321230562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While showing me some of her baby pictures last night Nicole made a HILARIOUS comment.  And I quote: "If our baby turns out to look as cute as me in this picture I think she'll end up a pretty darn cute kid."  True that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1409334872521986530-247438846211570839?l=nicolisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/247438846211570839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1409334872521986530&amp;postID=247438846211570839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/247438846211570839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/247438846211570839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-picture.html' title='Baby Picture'/><author><name>Paul</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtvL5iRzP3E/SPVgmi0BlOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O0-EkjurYCo/s72-c/416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1409334872521986530.post-6747284000062465852</id><published>2008-10-07T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:19:24.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Reinforcement</title><content type='html'>Last night while discussing how our newly set goals were coming along, Nicole told me that if she was going to clean up the clutter around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;side of the bed that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; needed to do the same.  I responded with some sarcastic remark and Nicole retorted, "you need to learn how to take some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positive reinforcement&lt;/span&gt;."  Something didn't sound quite right and I concluded that she didn't mean to say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;positive reinforcement&lt;/span&gt;", so I took a stab at reading her brain again and said with a smile, "did you mean to say constructive criticism?"  She broke into a fit of laughter and barely got out, "Yes, learn to take that too!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1409334872521986530-6747284000062465852?l=nicolisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6747284000062465852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1409334872521986530&amp;postID=6747284000062465852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/6747284000062465852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1409334872521986530/posts/default/6747284000062465852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolisms.blogspot.com/2008/10/positive-reinforcement.html' title='Positive Reinforcement'/><author><name>Paul</name><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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
