<?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-3337138</id><updated>2012-01-24T12:25:58.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nichole's World :-)</title><subtitle type='html'>Most likely just me rambling about nothing...we shall see...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-112541499963151814</id><published>2005-08-30T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:16:39.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved</title><summary type='text'>Go here instead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112541499963151814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112541499963151814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112541499963151814' title='I&apos;ve moved'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-112371754623107119</id><published>2005-08-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:45:46.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><summary type='text'>Maybe forever...maybe just moving to a new location...I'll let you know.~NB</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112371754623107119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112371754623107119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112371754623107119' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-112131277706669782</id><published>2005-07-13T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:46:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><summary type='text'>1. Nat and I are going to do the vegetarian thing for a month.  Anyone have any good vegetarian (not necessarily vegan) websites/recipes?2. I need a good place to do community service.  My heart is not really into the humane society or nursing homes.  It's likely that I couldn't commit to more than an hour or two every couple of weeks...or three to four a month at on a Saturday...any suggestions?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112131277706669782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112131277706669782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112131277706669782' title='Two Things'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-112113913206706249</id><published>2005-07-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:32:12.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Outlook...</title><summary type='text'>I found an old journal tonight...from my freshman year in college.  With it was a devotional that Nat gave me after we started dating.  The devotional is significant because it changed the course of my life, forever. It's amazing to see how my priorities have completely changed.  Five years ago I was completely self-centered.  I was focused on getting through school and starting my career.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112113913206706249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/112113913206706249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112113913206706249' title='A New Outlook...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-111837422637285850</id><published>2005-06-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:30:26.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><summary type='text'>I've really been thinking about killing this thing.  I guess I just don't feel the same satisfaction as some people by posting my every thought and feeling for the world to see.  At any rate, sometimes the urge does hit...and that's why this is still here. I've spent a lot of time lately observing people my age.  People I've met here, people I know from work, people from various past lives...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/111837422637285850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/111837422637285850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111837422637285850' title='Observations'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-110788441340317224</id><published>2005-02-08T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T09:40:13.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...or something like it</title><summary type='text'>I'm willing to bet that at some point in the last several months we have all either read or seen the phrase: "Life is not about finding yourself.  It's about creating yourself."  Well...I now pose the question, what do you do when you realize that the person you have spent almost 23 years creating is not who you thought you would be?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/110788441340317224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/110788441340317224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110788441340317224' title='Life...or something like it'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-110005729306962100</id><published>2004-11-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:28:13.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-evaluating my Christianity</title><summary type='text'>I guess I could give the superficial post detailing the high and low points of the last two monts, but the truth is I don't want to.  The fact is that I've had some stuff on my mind and since my journaling days have gone by the wayside this is the best place to do it. What does Christianity mean?  What does Christianity mean to me?  I have gone to Church my whole life, but I truly gave my life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/110005729306962100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/110005729306962100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110005729306962100' title='Re-evaluating my Christianity'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-109478961745733643</id><published>2004-09-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:13:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working 9 to 5...</title><summary type='text'>It's official.  I have been employed for one week. I guess I should really preface this by saying that I was offered (and obviously accepted) the position with "Company X."  At any rate, this week has been wild...September 1 was my first day.  It was what I would consider a typical first day in many respects.  A lot of introductions, definitely some time to kill while everyone tried to figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/109478961745733643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/109478961745733643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109478961745733643' title='Working 9 to 5...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-109232859653148538</id><published>2004-08-12T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T09:36:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more month</title><summary type='text'>One month, time to post...The summer has absolutely flown by.  I know it's not really over yet, but judging by the mercury level outside you would definitely think fall is here.  I sit here at 11:15 in the morning in August wearing jeans and a sweater.  It's odd, but I love fall so I don't mind!I've been keeping busy over the last couple of weeks with interviews.  Right now there is a company</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/109232859653148538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/109232859653148538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109232859653148538' title='One more month'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108974285428787569</id><published>2004-07-13T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T11:20:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!</title><summary type='text'>Wow!  It's been awhile, and A LOT has happened.  I'll do my best to give updates without going on for too long...June was a very busy month.  I spent the first weekend down in Chatanooga, TN where Nat's best friend got married.  It was really interesting to see so much of what was going on with their wedding in the days leading up to it...especially since Nat and I were going through the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108974285428787569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108974285428787569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108974285428787569' title='Catching up!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108488996698718990</id><published>2004-05-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T07:19:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial...it's not just a river in Egypt</title><summary type='text'>Last night was my senior roundtable.  Basically, a time for the whole chapter to get together and talk...and it was good.  Of course, there is always a but...I am sad, but not because I am leaving.  I am sad because I can't get myself to understand that I am leaving.  Last night was the first time in four years of roundtables that I did not cry.  Not only did I not cry, I actually smiled the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108488996698718990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108488996698718990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108488996698718990' title='Denial...it&apos;s not just a river in Egypt'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108481502135421932</id><published>2004-05-17T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:30:21.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Monday Ever!</title><summary type='text'>I just finished my last Monday ever in my Rose-Hulman career.  The goal for the week is to finish packing up and be out of here by Friday afternoon.  After that I will be back only to graduate and move out a few things.  :-)  Getting excited!!!~N</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108481502135421932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108481502135421932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108481502135421932' title='Last Monday Ever!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108431545111783111</id><published>2004-05-11T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T15:44:11.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Observation...</title><summary type='text'>While reading a couple of other blogs I noticed something.  Some people seem to over react to things that would never phase me.  I know what you're thinking...uhh, Nichole, you do the same thing.  I know that I over react to stuff sometimes, but (at least I don't think) it is not a common theme for my life.  I really try to just take life as it goes.  I also realize that your blog is for whatever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108431545111783111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108431545111783111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108431545111783111' title='An Observation...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108355837525349197</id><published>2004-05-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T21:29:24.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up</title><summary type='text'>I am just sitting here waiting for my senior project stuff to get back to me, so I thought I would take a few minutes and blog.  Let's see...As of noon tomorrow I will be officially done with my senior project.  Yay!  Overall, my group has been great to work with and I am glad that we had the chance to work together.  Insert group hug here.  Our project was also pretty cool, and it was kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108355837525349197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108355837525349197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108355837525349197' title='Wrapping up'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108312697963781490</id><published>2004-04-27T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:39:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad moods, etc.</title><summary type='text'>I've been in a bit of a funk lately.  I don't know what's wrong with me.  I think I've gotten antsy.  I think I'm ready to move onto new things in my life.  I think I've just had enough of RHIT and pretty much everything (not everyone!) associated with it.  This year has not been at all what I expected.  Umm...aren't seniors supposed to be able to slack off and have fun?  That hasn't been my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108312697963781490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108312697963781490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108312697963781490' title='Bad moods, etc.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108301238529681203</id><published>2004-04-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:49:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend fun</title><summary type='text'>Ahh...Monday afternoon.  There is very little that is actually accomplished on a Monday afternoon...hence the blog.  Let's see, what did I do this weekend?Friday night:  Went shopping for a pair of flip-flops.  Ended up buying 2 dresses, 2 pairs of nicer sandles, 1 pair of black dress shoes and 2 pairs of flip flops.  Before you go nuts thinking that I am a shopaholic (which I may be) I did not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108301238529681203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108301238529681203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108301238529681203' title='Weekend fun'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-108241941936622758</id><published>2004-04-19T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:06:35.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I know...it's been over two months.  Not that I really care.  As Mark says blogging is about saying whatever you want to say whenever you feel like saying it.  That was paraphrased, so sorry if I messed it up, Mark!Two months from today I am getting married!  Actually, two months from right now (6:53 pm) I will be married and the wedding will be over.  I would imagine that Nat and I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108241941936622758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/108241941936622758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108241941936622758' title='Updates'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-107664850484638073</id><published>2004-02-12T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:03:34.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago or bust...</title><summary type='text'>Well, it looks like I am one step closer (or farther away...kind of depends on how you look at it) to finding a job.  Finding a job you say?  I thought you had an awesome offer from TI?  Ah, yes Grasshopper...the TI offer.  As of today I officially (and regretfully) declined the offer.  As of Sunday it was Dallas or bust.  I even signed my offer (which by the way I will have to burn now because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107664850484638073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107664850484638073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107664850484638073' title='Chicago or bust...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-107637075889875856</id><published>2004-02-09T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T15:54:25.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The prospect of failing...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, this starts out with the blanket statement of I am not looking for a bunch of encouraging words telling me everything will be ok.  I realize that everything will work out and life will go on, it just sucks for right now.  Anyway, here's the deal...At midterm everything was going ok.  Not great, but since my grades were based on one test, I wasn't too stressed about it.  2As and a C+, I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107637075889875856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107637075889875856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107637075889875856' title='The prospect of failing...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-107481326874732336</id><published>2004-01-22T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T15:15:57.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go hmmm....</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I have to start with this.  I found this website today, kind of at random.  Does anyone know who runs it?  I was just curious...Still no closer to figuring out the job situation.  Needless to say, I'm frustrated.  TI sweetened the deal, but Nat can't transfer to Dallas with Koch...what do do, what to do?  I'm so torn between both of our jobs...it sucks.Senior project is also going slowly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107481326874732336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107481326874732336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107481326874732336' title='Things that make you go hmmm....'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-107162269502369136</id><published>2003-12-16T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T16:59:06.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News/Bad News</title><summary type='text'>As the title suggests it's time to start a little good news/bad news.  As most of you know I went to Dallas yesterday for my second round interview with TI.  As most of you don't know, I received a phone call this afternoon telling me that I was receiving a job offer.  Needless to say, this is the job that I have wanted since I was a sophomore and I am super-excited.  That's the good news.Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107162269502369136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/107162269502369136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107162269502369136' title='Good News/Bad News'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106878630132675293</id><published>2003-11-13T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T21:05:20.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><summary type='text'>I got this email from my sister today.  It was most cryptic really.  Pretty much what it said was that she was sure that I had heard what had happened right now, and that she and Hayden were fine.  Then there was some stuff about the two of them moving back to KY to live with our dad after Christmas.  Needless to say I was completely worried.  Anyone who knows about that situation, knows that it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106878630132675293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106878630132675293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106878630132675293' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106844453971295029</id><published>2003-11-09T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:08:57.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I not in bed...</title><summary type='text'>There are really several answers to this question.  In tonight's blog we will address them all...in order of their complexity.  (yeah right!)  In all seriousness, I just can't sleep.  Maybe it's because I was so completely lazy this weekend.  Who knows.  At any rate, I thought I would blog.Nat called today and all of the stuff is in his apartment.  Apparently there isn't going to be any room </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106844453971295029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106844453971295029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844453971295029' title='Why am I not in bed...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106800535173496458</id><published>2003-11-04T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:21:21.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Lizzie???</title><summary type='text'>I am officially Lizzieless.  It's sad really.  Long story short...Nat is getting a company car, so I am driving his car and we are selling my Lizzie.  It's odd to me that I would miss a '91 Accord, but it was my first car.  Lizzie and I had many good times together...tear.  Moral of this story?  Don't name your car...you'll get too attached to it.  On a completely different note I am entirely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106800535173496458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106800535173496458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106800535173496458' title='Where&apos;s Lizzie???'/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106744433867879873</id><published>2003-10-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T08:18:57.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minnesota or bust...It looks like Nat is going to be moving to the Twin Cities next week. I suppose it means a great opportunity for him, and at least a better idea of where to look for a job for me.  If you know of some companies in the Twin Cities who would want to hire an electrical engineer to be a technical sales rep for them, let me know.  Of course, on a somewhat more selfish level it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106744433867879873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106744433867879873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106744433867879873' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106723864283335640</id><published>2003-10-26T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T23:10:42.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person, but this whole commenting thing is alluding me.  If Blogger really wanted to make my life easier they would take care of this for me!  Grrr...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106723864283335640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106723864283335640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106723864283335640' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106610621050699203</id><published>2003-10-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:36:50.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alas...when you change your template, but don't save it the comments fail to work.  we'll give it another shot later this week, when I am not tired. ~N</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106610621050699203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106610621050699203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106610621050699203' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106575773071705675</id><published>2003-10-09T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:48:50.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot to add...comment away...~N</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106575773071705675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106575773071705675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106575773071705675' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106575726749649266</id><published>2003-10-09T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:41:07.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The calendar says it's like 239 days until I get out of TH for good.  In some ways I can not be happy enough.  I think I have officially outgrown college...if that is possible.  I don't enjoy class, I don't enjoy the town, the thought of spending another weekend here is absolutely nauseating...but guess where I will be this weekend.  Stuck here, with nothing to do.Yeah, I don't know what's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106575726749649266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106575726749649266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106575726749649266' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106410908724088019</id><published>2003-09-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T18:51:26.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really should be doing a lot of things right now.  For example, working on my econ paper or communications homework but it's Saturday and I'm in the mood to just veg.I'm still working on getting my apartment settled.  Pretty pathetic when you consider I've been there for 3.5 weeks, but whatever.  I was going through a box in my bedroom the other night and I came across my journal.  Actually, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106410908724088019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106410908724088019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106410908724088019' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106126652609481588</id><published>2003-08-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T21:15:26.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I noticed awhile back (like around the same time that Nat and I got engaged) that the ads on my blog changed based upon what I wrote about.  Lately I've been paying attention to them and it kind of creeps me out.  For example, right now I am looking at moving ads...most likely because I talked about my parents moving.  Nat was reading my blog earlier and commented on the beer ads...from my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106126652609481588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106126652609481588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106126652609481588' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106117695510468382</id><published>2003-08-17T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T20:22:35.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more week of work!  I should hear this week if they are going to offer me a full-time job, so that's pretty exciting.  Of course, the more time I have to think about it, the less I really want the job.  I guess I just don't know that the Caterpillar culture is what I want.  Sure, the people are all nice enough, but everyone has been there FOREVER!  I don't want to stay in my first job forever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106117695510468382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106117695510468382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106117695510468382' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-106029744183172940</id><published>2003-08-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T16:04:01.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did a random search on Google the other day to see if anyone had a "Coley Club."  What can I say, I was bored?  At any rate, I didn't find the kind of Coley Club that I was looking for, but I did find a restaraunt in Aurora, IL with a Coley Club Sandwich.  Needless to say, Natty and I will be making a trip there sometime in the not-so-distant future.  I'm a sucker for things that have the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106029744183172940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/106029744183172940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106029744183172940' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-105971560937356311</id><published>2003-07-31T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T22:26:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the emotional roller coaster that is Nichole's life.  I talked to my mom today and apparently she bought a condo.  Not only did she buy this condo, but she is looking to move out of our house by the end of the month.  Then, just in case that wasn't shock enough my dad is also looking for a place to move and as soon as he finds one they will be selling the house.  Ready for the real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105971560937356311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105971560937356311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105971560937356311' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-105935912356523355</id><published>2003-07-27T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T19:25:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had a most wonderful weekend with my Natty!  You may find yourself asking just what it was that made my weekend so enjoyable, and to be perfectly honest I just don't know.  We did some shopping, went out to eat, cooked a little with my ghetto cooking supplies, and saw a couple of movies.  Movie #1 was The Life of David Gale.  While it received awful reviews when it came out, I rather liked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105935912356523355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105935912356523355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105935912356523355' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-105900587891733237</id><published>2003-07-23T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:27:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...I'm in a crappy mood and therefore feel compelled to blog.  But before I do that, I have to share this email with you all.Hey Nichole, just letting you know that a 57 year old grandpa read your blog.  Didn't know what the heck a blog was until I stumbled unto this blog website.Well, you were wondering if anyone read your blog and I'm just responding to your query.Read it, enjoyed it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105900587891733237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105900587891733237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105900587891733237' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-105892625300316220</id><published>2003-07-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T19:10:53.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had an all afternoon meeting at work today followed by a cocktail party and dinner.  Needless to say, I drank a little (but not so much that I was drunk or that I couldn't drive home) and now I feel the need to blog.  Whatever.I started thinking about my jobs today.  Since I was in high school I've really only had three jobs.  The first I worked with Sarah Srodulski at the place we fondly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105892625300316220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/105892625300316220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105892625300316220' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-10585020778250159</id><published>2003-07-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T21:21:17.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just looking at my blog and I realized that it is the most unpersonalized thing ever.  Oh well...I mostly just use it to vent, so I guess it doesn't matter all that much.  I don't really even know if anyone reads it or not.  So...if you are reading this SEND ME EMAIL and say hi!  It's nice to hear from people from time to time.It's hard for me to believe that I have been working for CAT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/10585020778250159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/10585020778250159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#10585020778250159' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-94941070</id><published>2003-05-27T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T07:31:07.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I'm surprised that my account is still active, since I neglect it so much.  Anywho...looks like we're about to wrap up another quarter at Rose-Hulman.  :-)  This quarter may not be so hot grade wise, but I have had a good time, so if I pay for it with my grades a little bit, who cares?Nat graduates in 4 days.  I'm a little sad about that.  :(  On a happy note though, our parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/94941070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/94941070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94941070' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-89354231</id><published>2003-02-18T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T06:36:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm ENGAGED!Ok, had to get that out of my system.  But it's true.  Nat asked me to marry him last Wednesday, which I guess would have been February 12.  I had to wait until Monday to tell anyone though (except of course my family and a few select Lexingtonians) because of soroity stuff.  I don't think Nat was too thrilled about that, but it was important to me, and he was a good sport and went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/89354231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/89354231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89354231' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-86271172</id><published>2002-12-19T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T06:49:55.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't actually know if anyone even reads this or not...maybe yes, maybe no but it doesn't really matter all that much to me.  It's really more of a way for me to collect my thoughts and stuff...So there are 6 days till Christmas and I have mixed feelings about the holiday.  I absolutely love Christmas, but I hate what Christmas has become.  I'm not going to sit here and say that I don't like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/86271172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/86271172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86271172' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-84853068</id><published>2002-11-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T06:34:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nine months later, Nichole blogs. I know I'm not consistent at all, but what can you do??Anyway, I just read my first (and only blog) and I don't think it's as harsh as some people seemed to think it was.  It wasn't actually ever meant to offend anyone.  In all honesty I was going through a serious case of the dumps...I was failing a class, having some other problems, and in general was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/84853068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/84853068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84853068' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337138.post-9853892</id><published>2002-02-18T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T10:49:23.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here goes nothing...I just got out of my first final.  One down, three more to go...it's gonna be a long week.  The final really wasn't too bad though...ok, so it was incredibly easy, but that's really not the point to my story. Finals this quarter are really really scary.  Yes, I know all about them just being a test, blah, blah, blah, but it's different this quarter.  I am failing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/9853892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337138/posts/default/9853892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junebugrhit.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9853892' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Kkbop9uZ8/Tx8TnSVt9GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_hPp2WtDWM/s220/Europe%2B2008%2B090.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
