<?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-18868989</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:28:33.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Rain</title><subtitle type='html'>A Summer Rain soaks everything and cools the air.  It makes everything smell fresh and clean.  It's my favorite thing in the world.  This website is a place where I can share some of my favorite things and my not-so-favorite things.  A place where I can be myself.  A place where I can be real.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4494326669233694367</id><published>2012-01-01T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:47:00.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts going into 2012</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of another year.  2012 is here. While many celebrate the arrival of the new year, I always hate to see the old year go.  A new year always means another year gone.  It means you're a year older. It means the year will always be a memory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I was definitely sad to see 2011 go, but I am looking forward to my 2012.  While many say 2011 was a bad year, I say it was one of my best ever.  In January, my high school sweetheart contacted me out of the blue.  We started talking on the phone, and fell back in love.  In March, Jeff came for a visit. Along for the ride, his two children.  Two months later, in May-- Jeff moved to Chattanooga. We decided to get married, and we plan to tie the knot on June 2, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, there have been ups and downs.  I love Jeff with all my heart, but every single day I wonder if I can really be a good wife.  I also wonder every day if I can be a part-time mom to his children.  I feel so inadequate, and truthfully, they drive me nuts much of the time. But I do love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it the 30-year-old curse. Let me explain: I've been on my own, and all alone, since I moved out of my mother's house at age 18.  Just a few weeks ago, I turned 33.  For years, I've longed for the companionship of a man, a family.  But during that time, I got used to being alone, even coveting that alone time. So now that I finally do have what I've prayed for my entire life, I miss my time by myself, and even get upset when it's nowhere in sight.  I find that I am hard to get along with during these times, and truthfully, I don't know why Jeff sticks around. But if he ever did leave I would hate it!  I love him! I love his kids. I just don't love having them around every waking minute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please don't think I don't want to marry Jeff.  I am sharing my thoughts, and I don't want any backlash. I wish I could figure out how to fix this problem.  I don't want to be alone, and I know Jeff is the man God has for me.  He and I were always supposed to be together. Neither one of us realized it until later in life!  I just have to figure out how to get my coveted alone time, and still be part of a family.  Because truthfully, when we have the kids, I am exhausted from the time they get here until the time they leave, and I just want to close the door and not hear little voices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I love children, which is why this baffles me.  I even teach the kids church at my church!  So, I'm doing a whole lot of praying-- hoping that God will show me how to do life as a family.  I guess I just don't know how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone-- For me the next five months will be very busy-- planning my wedding.  I just hope it all comes together and Jeff and I can live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4494326669233694367?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4494326669233694367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4494326669233694367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4494326669233694367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4494326669233694367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2012/01/test.html' title='Thoughts going into 2012'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1721451485538229906</id><published>2011-12-24T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:05:19.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? &lt;br /&gt;It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. &lt;br /&gt;And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. &lt;br /&gt;Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. &lt;br /&gt;What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. &lt;br /&gt;What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;~ Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does mean more!  It means love for one another.  It means family.  Most of all, it means Jesus! Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2&lt;br /&gt;The Birth of Jesus&lt;br /&gt; 1 In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2 (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3 And everyone went to their own town to register. &lt;br /&gt; 4 So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5 He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven, &lt;br /&gt;   and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21 On the eighth day, when it was time to circumcise the child, he was named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he was conceived.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1721451485538229906?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1721451485538229906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1721451485538229906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1721451485538229906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1721451485538229906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/12/true-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The True Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6240864476380433887</id><published>2011-09-24T11:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:25:55.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Heart Most Worthy" Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBenmxzXXY8/Tn34xG9RpbI/AAAAAAAAApI/Dfzb4mjK0nE/s1600/a-heart-most-worthy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBenmxzXXY8/Tn34xG9RpbI/AAAAAAAAApI/Dfzb4mjK0nE/s320/a-heart-most-worthy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655950229612111282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1918. Three young women, all from different areas of Italy, came to America for a better life. They all got a job at a dress maker's shop. This is the story of those three women, and how they found a life for themselves. Two of the women come from not-so-wealthy backgrounds.  The other chose a life of poverty when she moved to America, in order to hide.  She and her grandmother are running for their lives! But that life of poverty proves to be quite the hardship! Would they survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Heart Most Worthy, by Siri Mitchell is a slow-starting book. It starts in Italy, for background purposes.  I don't tend to like books that do that because I tend to forget as the story unfolds.  But I'm glad I stuck with this book.  It was very good. I found myself routing for the characters... as one of them gets very sick, as another is running from a murderer. And as they each discover love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend this book to anyone that likes fiction set in historic eras. Some parts of it are very predictable, as are most love stories. But others really caught me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany House provided me with a copy of this book for review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6240864476380433887?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6240864476380433887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6240864476380433887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6240864476380433887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6240864476380433887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/heart-most-worthy-book-review.html' title='&quot;A Heart Most Worthy&quot; Book Review'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBenmxzXXY8/Tn34xG9RpbI/AAAAAAAAApI/Dfzb4mjK0nE/s72-c/a-heart-most-worthy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7439992495311936420</id><published>2011-09-16T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:37:11.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need help!</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to leave comments on many of your blogs, but everytime I try, blogger says I don't have access to your blog! Anyone know a solution to this problem.  It's all of them, not just one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any help would be appreciated. thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7439992495311936420?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7439992495311936420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7439992495311936420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7439992495311936420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7439992495311936420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/need-help.html' title='Need help!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-8853690666928969885</id><published>2011-07-27T01:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T02:03:15.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best and the Worst of Summer (so far)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rh271eCTU3M/Ti-n8of4DbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vO7-RQqgCak/s1600/IMG_8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rh271eCTU3M/Ti-n8of4DbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vO7-RQqgCak/s200/IMG_8350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633906318968884658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I know that I haven't posted anything since May.  I have to tell you, over the last few months, my life has been turned upside down.  But I believe it's all been for the better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Spring, I told you about Jeff. Well, Jeff moved to Chattanooga in May. I absolutely love having him here, but at times I just want to be left alone, too.  I guess that's because I am 32 years old and always been single.  I mean, I've had boyfriends, but never someone like Jeff, whom I am around a lot and seem to miss when I'm not with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgU3gTHV1mU/Ti-pb4YU1QI/AAAAAAAAApA/NnMUeSgI_OE/s1600/100_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgU3gTHV1mU/Ti-pb4YU1QI/AAAAAAAAApA/NnMUeSgI_OE/s200/100_1355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633907955319756034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as if the change of having Jeff move to Chattanooga wasn't enough, his children (Samantha, 7, and Tyler, 5) came in June, and they've been here for the entire summer.  As a matter of fact, we still have three weeks before they go home! Now, Jeff does have his own apartment. But I keep the kids every morning until I go to work so we can cut down on child care costs.  That has been quite the challenge for me, to say the least.  I have learned that I very much like my "alone time," and I miss it VERY much! Some days I find myself in such a bad mood because I just want to be by myself!  But we are having a good time, for the most part, and I love Jeff dearly.  So, I'm trying to teach myself to be part of a family and not a "loner". I am also utilizing my time after I get off work to enjoy the quiet I long for much of the time.  That's why it's 1:30am and I'm still awake.  I work second shift, and I get off at midnight.  So, the last 1 1/2 hour has been mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done hardly any exercising this summer-- except chase after Samantha and Tyler. So, my weight loss stands at 22 pounds. I plan to get back at it as soon as they leave. We are starting this thing at my church called "Run For God".  It's supposed to teach you to train for a 5k physically and spiritually.  So, we'll see how it goes. My goal is to do a 5k before year-end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't done much reading.  I'm hoping to have a book review for you soon, but adding children to life is HARD! I have so much respect for all of you moms out there, because I'm not sure God made me to be a mom.  I just don't feel very good at it.  But I am trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I write all of this to tell you, I'm back, and I'm going to try and get better at my blogging.  I hope all of you are having a good summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-8853690666928969885?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8853690666928969885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=8853690666928969885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8853690666928969885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8853690666928969885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-test.html' title='The Best and the Worst of Summer (so far)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rh271eCTU3M/Ti-n8of4DbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vO7-RQqgCak/s72-c/IMG_8350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1024599666161416469</id><published>2011-05-24T12:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:33:07.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unsinkable: A Young Woman's Courageous Battle on the High Seas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOEg27k0-h8/TdvdsgPOj9I/AAAAAAAAAos/Exs9m5aG9Xw/s1600/abby%2Bsunderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOEg27k0-h8/TdvdsgPOj9I/AAAAAAAAAos/Exs9m5aG9Xw/s320/abby%2Bsunderland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610321517457870802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this:  You're 16 and you've been dreaming of something for the last three years. It's a lifelong goal of sorts, and you're just brave enough to try it now!  That's the true story in this book. Abby Sunderland has been sailing with her family since she was a baby.  Her family spent more time on the water than on dry land.  Abby grew up loving the adventure of it all. She was very skilled at captaining a boat even as young as 13... so she decided she wanted to sail around the world, alone. This book is part biography, part autobiography.  We get to hear from Abby about how she was thinking, how she was feeling, as she set sail alone.  There were some very good times for her out on the water.  But then you get to see just how afraid she was when things finally went terribly wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this story in the news.  Many were like, "what are her parents thinking?" I remember being afraid for this California teenager, but thinking that I would hope as a parent one day that I would be able to support my children in whatever dreams they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this book in many ways.  I am a news producer by profession.  This story took me beyond the news, to see the real people and their real story. There were some things I didn't like about the book, however.  It goes into great detail about different problems with the boat, or different things about the boat.  I know nothing about sailing, and I found these details weighed the story down a bit.  SO, truthfully, I found myself skimming through these parts.  But if you can get past that, the story is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHile many thought it was crazy for Abby's parents to allow her to sail around the world, this was a great learning experience for her... and her faith became much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the book, she makes a very huge realization. One that everyone could learn from... She said, &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;        "A lot of times the things that are most worth doing involve risk, &lt;br /&gt;         and I'm living proof that not everything works out the way you planned.   &lt;br /&gt;         But I have learned an important truth: In stepping out and trying to &lt;br /&gt;         achieve great things, the only way I can truly fail is never to try at all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1024599666161416469?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1024599666161416469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1024599666161416469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1024599666161416469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1024599666161416469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/05/unsinkable-young-womans-courageous.html' title='&quot;Unsinkable: A Young Woman&apos;s Courageous Battle on the High Seas&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOEg27k0-h8/TdvdsgPOj9I/AAAAAAAAAos/Exs9m5aG9Xw/s72-c/abby%2Bsunderland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5781792774916691483</id><published>2011-05-09T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:33:32.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a trip to the small north Alabama town of Ider on Friday, to see the tornado destruction there.  It's a little less than an hour from Chattanooga.  You can read about my trip &lt;a href="http://www.wrcbtv.com/Global/story.asp?S=14591068"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5781792774916691483?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5781792774916691483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5781792774916691483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5781792774916691483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5781792774916691483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-took-trip-to-small-north-alabama-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7176426770355394735</id><published>2011-05-02T23:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:09:19.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praising God in the Storm</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday brought 18 tornadoes to the Chattanooga area alone. There is total devastation in many towns in our area.  73 people just in our area alone died in those storms.  It is heartbreaking.  I work in television news, so we see and hear a lot that the general public doesn't.  As we rode out the storms at the TV station, our meteorologist spent the long day on air telling folks when to take cover. For me, as for many of you, it was a day full of anxiety...a day full of prayer. I spent much time asking God to please protect Chattanooga. As the day went on, we got word that parts of Alabama had been devastated as well. Tuscaloosa, where my mom, stepdad brothers, and friends live, just devastated. My co-workers told me, "Nicole, call your family... make sure they're okay."  So I did.  I was so happy when my step-dad answered the phone.  Nearby where my dad and stepmom live-- same type story.  But everyone is okay there as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the night progressed, the storms got worse here in the Tennessee Valley.  We learned after a really bad round, folks were trapped in homes in three different towns in our area.  People were dying because no one could get to them. Rescue workers had to leave neighborhoods where people were screaming for help to take cover from another tornado. In our newsroom, we listened to all of this on the scanners.  It was heartbreaking. As a journalist, I can usually put up a wall... to keep from feeling anything in sad stories, but Wednesday. April 27th, 2011, was just too much. I broke down-- and cried-- on more than one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how difficult it can be to praise God in the storm. I've been there.  When the worst happens.  When you believe God for a miracle and that miracle doesn't happen.  When you trust Him with your whole heart and you don't get the answer you were looking for.  Luckily my family and myself are safe.  We didn't receive damage.  We were lucky.  But my prayer tonight is that those who were affected, those who lost their homes-- or worse-- lost someone they loved-- will run to the Lord, not run away.  Because He is our refuge in time of need. He loves us.  Despite the circumstances, He loves us.  There were entire families who died together in this storm.  I just can't imagine. I pray tonight that Jesus will wrap His arms around those who are hurting and give them peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7176426770355394735?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7176426770355394735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7176426770355394735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7176426770355394735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7176426770355394735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/05/praising-god-in-storm.html' title='Praising God in the Storm'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4556045733954898260</id><published>2011-04-18T10:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:44:13.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Aches for a Family</title><content type='html'>Life is so good right now.  I don't know how to put it in writing.  It's amazing what a little love will do for one's heart. I'm loving the way I feel since Jeff came into my life. Just to think, some people never experience the love of a life partner... and that's sad.  It makes me sad that it's taken me this long to experience it, and that I had decided I was going to be single the rest of my life. I am so glad God had better plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading another blog... it's a blog written by the wife of one of my high school band directors. Click &lt;a href="http://theswinneyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read it. She blogs about his cancer, and the struggles they go through in day to day life as a family, dealing with sickness. I hurt for them.  I hurt for him, but I hurt for her just as much.  This man that she loves more than anything is very sick, and he's been sick for a very long time. I just pray that my future family never has to go through that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know because of prior posts that my brother died of cancer (Leukemia) when he and I were teenagers.  The struggle we went through at that time scarred me for life.  And then last year, my grandmother went through quite the battle of her own with ovarian cancer.  She's now with my brother walking the streets of Gold. I don't want to ever want to have to say that filthy word again when it pertains to my family.  Cancer. It's a scary word.  It takes away so much.  I just have to believe that God knows how much I've been through and won't ever make me go through that again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally have the family that I've long desired, I want us to live Happily Ever After.  I know there will be bumps in the road.  But I want to keep sickness away.  It really affects me when I read &lt;a href="http://theswinneyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Swinney's blog&lt;/a&gt; . I pray for them, but I pray for my future family every time as well.  I've waited so long to love and be loved that I won't accept an early departure from this world for either of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4556045733954898260?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4556045733954898260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4556045733954898260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4556045733954898260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4556045733954898260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-heart-aches-for-family.html' title='My Heart Aches for a Family'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4605414180436449455</id><published>2011-04-04T12:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:02:10.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Moment</title><content type='html'>This morning, Jeff called me to tell me good morning. What a great way to start off the work week! I never thought I'd know what it feels like to truly be loved. I'd given up on ever having that companion with whom I'd share my life. Today, I sit here, and I still feel like I'm in a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4605414180436449455?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4605414180436449455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4605414180436449455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4605414180436449455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4605414180436449455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-moment.html' title='Monday&apos;s Moment'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5208217325042182159</id><published>2011-03-27T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:34:34.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are a Few of my Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>I thought since the title of my blog is all about my favorite things, I would share some of my favorites.  This is by no means a complete list, and they are not in order of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A summer rain--it's peaceful, and it smells so good-- then the air feels clean afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;2. A child's laughter&lt;br /&gt;3. Flowers--I love all flowers, but my favorites are Tulips, Lilies, and Roses&lt;br /&gt;4. Sports Cars-- Mustang(I have one) and the new Camaro&lt;br /&gt;5. Along with #4-- Driving fast!&lt;br /&gt;6. Being pampered-- Massages, pedicures, manicures, facials&lt;br /&gt;7. Travel&lt;br /&gt;8. Country music--not all country, but a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Facebook--especially when I get on and there are lots of messages there for me&lt;br /&gt;10. Good Pictures-- I love to reminisce, and pictures speak a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;11. The beach-- my favorite place!&lt;br /&gt;12. The mountains-- yes I love the mountains, too! Just something about being surrounded by nature&lt;br /&gt;13. A surprise phone call from a good friend&lt;br /&gt;14. Good Surprises that make me feel all fuzzy inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said-- this is not a complete list-- but I hope to add to it over time :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are having a wonderful Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5208217325042182159?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5208217325042182159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5208217325042182159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5208217325042182159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5208217325042182159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are a Few of my Favorite Things'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6336745268878357111</id><published>2011-03-26T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:55:28.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Dream World</title><content type='html'>The last two months I have been living in a dream world.  At least that's the way it feels.  For my entire life, I have longed to find that person that would make me complete.  Tonight, I believe I may have found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Many times I am very cautious about telling people that I'm dating, because truthfully, dating never goes that well for me.  I'm a runner.  I tend to run as soon as things start getting a little serious. I'm reminded of the Julia Roberts/Richard Gere movie, "Runaway Bride".  Except I never get anywhere near a wedding.  I thought this was strange, until tonight, when I was at a singles group with friends, and one of the women said that very same thing.  That's she's that way.  I told her about me, and she immediately wanted to know how I fixed it.  Well, I haven't completely fixed it, but I do know I'm not running this time. My friend, Matt, put it the best way-- it's a fear of being vulnerable that causes some people to run, and thus seals their fate as a single person. Like I said, the running is finally over for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEcrCMeaU0o/TY6mtke97sI/AAAAAAAAAoc/0tqy4KAAKOQ/s1600/100_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEcrCMeaU0o/TY6mtke97sI/AAAAAAAAAoc/0tqy4KAAKOQ/s200/100_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588587489431252674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Allow me to introduce you to Jeff.  Jeff and I were high school sweethearts. We broke up when I was like 20-- and totally lost contact with each other.  But now he's back in my life, and I see a bright future...one that I never imagined could happen. I have been careful not to tell people about our relationship-- I was even scared to title it.  But yesterday, I decided it would be okay to put a title on it.  SO, yes, Jeff is my boyfriend, and he couldn't be happier.  I couldn't be happier.  And yes, that scares the living daylights out of me.  But there comes a time where you have to stop being afraid and trust God that he's leading you in the right direction.  I do trust God. I also trust Jeff.  He knows me so well, and I really do believe that he's not going anywhere--that he cares for me in a way no one every has.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I'm dreaming-- please let me sleep, because I don't want to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6336745268878357111?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6336745268878357111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6336745268878357111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6336745268878357111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6336745268878357111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-in-dream-world.html' title='Living in a Dream World'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEcrCMeaU0o/TY6mtke97sI/AAAAAAAAAoc/0tqy4KAAKOQ/s72-c/100_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7361674595755721559</id><published>2011-03-22T21:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:44:31.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOxgvgxNqKQ/TYlN_u_Nc-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/sMBL4V-ETiQ/s1600/cruise%2Bbuddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOxgvgxNqKQ/TYlN_u_Nc-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/sMBL4V-ETiQ/s200/cruise%2Bbuddies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587082570070062050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cruise to Mexico was AMAZING!!! We cruised out of Mobile, Alabama, on a five day cruise to Cozumel and Calica. Calica is in the Mayan Riviera-- just south of Playa del Carmen.  I loved both of these stops so much.  And the cruise itself was so great!  On the boat, Val and I met two wonderful ladies--We had lots of fun with Amber and Amy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5qoZvwbXkE/TYlODcK3XPI/AAAAAAAAAns/5rT_TuKa5TU/s1600/dance%2Bclass.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5qoZvwbXkE/TYlODcK3XPI/AAAAAAAAAns/5rT_TuKa5TU/s200/dance%2Bclass.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587082633738149106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great because they were a lot like us, so Amber went dancing and to parties with me, while Amy hung out with Valerie-- since the two of them weren't into those types if things...That was great because there were several things I would have been doing alone had we not met them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJNFkZB_s2A/TYlOU9uM7wI/AAAAAAAAAn0/95YeAqGNL4U/s1600/cozumel%2Bwater.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJNFkZB_s2A/TYlOU9uM7wI/AAAAAAAAAn0/95YeAqGNL4U/s200/cozumel%2Bwater.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587082934802509570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozumel was great-- We spent the morning shopping and the afternoon at the beach.  I won a diamond and saffire necklace in a raffle at Cozumel-- it was set up by our cruise... and I still can't believe I won.  When I tried to take my good luck to Bingo, it didn't follow.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mbDaF5vH9M/TYlO1XRx0nI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Gl-fDAtwfxw/s1600/margarita.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mbDaF5vH9M/TYlO1XRx0nI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Gl-fDAtwfxw/s200/margarita.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587083491418428018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cozumel, we ate at a little place called Pancho's... I drank the best Margarita I've ever had there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZctu4WxMfk/TYlPWavyFUI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Toekv6yk_4Y/s1600/tulum.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZctu4WxMfk/TYlPWavyFUI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Toekv6yk_4Y/s200/tulum.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587084059285263682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Calica port, we chose to visit the Mayan Ruins of Tulum-- or Ruines Mayas de Tulum.   They were spectacular!  And the water there was so blue--much different than the water in Cozumel. So we toured the ruins, then went swimming! And iguanas were everywhere-- just posing for people's cameras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wG4ed8Flk1A/TYlPnlMRN7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/lVSdAPq5zBI/s1600/blue%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wG4ed8Flk1A/TYlPnlMRN7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/lVSdAPq5zBI/s200/blue%2Bwater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587084354146875314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly love cruising and would love to continue this type of travel in the future.  It offers so much fun at a very good price.  I highly recommend it to anyone.  I'm so glad for my cruising buddy, Valerie!  Wonder where we'll go next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5kkPa9BJqM/TYlP7X3_RmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/xDu35rBVdd0/s1600/elation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5kkPa9BJqM/TYlP7X3_RmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/xDu35rBVdd0/s200/elation.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587084694169536098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7361674595755721559?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7361674595755721559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7361674595755721559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7361674595755721559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7361674595755721559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOxgvgxNqKQ/TYlN_u_Nc-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/sMBL4V-ETiQ/s72-c/cruise%2Bbuddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4530091741682754931</id><published>2011-03-05T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:06:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation is on the Horizon!</title><content type='html'>I'm dreaming of crystal blue waters, white sandy beaches, and a big boat sailing into the Caribbean.  But I won't be dreaming much longer!  Monday, I leave Mobile, Alabama's, port for Cozumel and Playa del Carmen.  I'm so excited!  I'll give you a full report once I get back, along with pictures.  God gave me this cruise, I have no doubt!  He saw how much I needed a vacation-- just to get away!  I won't be using Internet or phone on my trip...it will be total relaxation.  Hasta luego!  Voy a la playa! Estoy tan emocionada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4530091741682754931?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4530091741682754931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4530091741682754931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4530091741682754931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4530091741682754931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/vacation-is-on-horizon.html' title='Vacation is on the Horizon!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3213745961752132076</id><published>2011-03-04T00:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:51:56.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Defeated Spirit</title><content type='html'>From time to time, I realize that life sucks. I've shared this before...when I was a child, I would say to my mom when she made me do something I didn't want to do... "It's not fair." She would always reply, "Life's not fair." I never realized the truth in her statement, until the last few years.  Life's not fair. You work hard, do everything you're supposed to do, and someone else will always be favored more than you. I've had a really hard day today, and I just want to scream, "But it's not fair!!!!!!!!!!" Then I hear my mother's words echoing in my ears...and thank her for telling me that early. People tell me all the time how strong I am. I'm not.  I'm just a woman, who tries to be strong, since I'm living this life single. But fear is a real thing for me. It's something that I fight on a daily basis.  Always have.  Days like today don't help.  I feel so defeated today.  Maybe I'm taking everything that happened today way out of proportion, I don't know.  I do know how angry I've been all day, upset, and heartbroken...two very different issues affecting me two very different ways. All I keep wishing is I wouldn't have had to come home to an empty house tonight. Oh the joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, Lord. Very much tonight. You are my refuge, a shelter in whom I trust. Be my fortress. My comforter. My peace. My everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3213745961752132076?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3213745961752132076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3213745961752132076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3213745961752132076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3213745961752132076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/defeated-spirit.html' title='A Defeated Spirit'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4190908021315728769</id><published>2011-02-22T22:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:41:57.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An "Extreme Makeover"</title><content type='html'>I haven't really kept up with my blog over the last week because I have been so busy, and because I haven't felt very good...the crud hit me hard!  But I did want to show you a little something that happened here in Chattanooga that is beyond cool!  The TV show, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, came to town! Okay, so technically they came to North Georgia (Catoosa County), but that's only about 15 minutes from Chattanooga.  Because I am in the media, I spent several days out there, and got to meet several members of the crew!  I can't wait to see the episode on Television!  Here are a few pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVN0Et7QXLo/TWSEHeh2kwI/AAAAAAAAAmc/WeosWBdBtAM/s1600/me%2Band%2Bed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVN0Et7QXLo/TWSEHeh2kwI/AAAAAAAAAmc/WeosWBdBtAM/s320/me%2Band%2Bed.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576727502580519682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;This is me with one of the designers from the show, Ed Sanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGkPQwkM3Fg/TWSEYyAcahI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZZQZTLsAyyc/s1600/me%2Band%2Beduardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGkPQwkM3Fg/TWSEYyAcahI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZZQZTLsAyyc/s320/me%2Band%2Beduardo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576727799866878482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me with another designer, Eduardo Xol, who announced this would be his last build with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiCcvHcvDFA/TWSPisYUY3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/wpi4V9ZvKjo/s1600/me%2Band%2Bnews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiCcvHcvDFA/TWSPisYUY3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/wpi4V9ZvKjo/s320/me%2Band%2Bnews.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576740064783000434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Antwan Harris, Photographer Tim McCurry, and me during a live broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjOZZsC-7E8/TWSEn7kEePI/AAAAAAAAAms/ie1ZlJQ-zPs/s1600/the%2Bbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjOZZsC-7E8/TWSEn7kEePI/AAAAAAAAAms/ie1ZlJQ-zPs/s320/the%2Bbus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576728060130261234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here's the bus and the cool boom camera on reveal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk-c6zY0So0/TWSE1EbuarI/AAAAAAAAAm0/k055pdWnZVI/s1600/ty%2Bpennington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk-c6zY0So0/TWSE1EbuarI/AAAAAAAAAm0/k055pdWnZVI/s320/ty%2Bpennington.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576728285849479858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ty Pennington shooting a scene on reveal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abVSD-1JCh0/TWSPS-OXrfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MkJB8XsSclg/s1600/the%2Bfans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abVSD-1JCh0/TWSPS-OXrfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MkJB8XsSclg/s320/the%2Bfans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576739794695204338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans welcome the Sharrock family home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96zQ3ukZozM/TWSOoDIha6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/R9AyIWAbkbY/s1600/the%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96zQ3ukZozM/TWSOoDIha6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/R9AyIWAbkbY/s320/the%2Bfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576739057278479266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sharrock Family, with Ty Pennington, after seeing their house for the first time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4190908021315728769?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4190908021315728769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4190908021315728769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4190908021315728769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4190908021315728769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-havent-really-kept-up-with-my-blog.html' title='An &quot;Extreme Makeover&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVN0Et7QXLo/TWSEHeh2kwI/AAAAAAAAAmc/WeosWBdBtAM/s72-c/me%2Band%2Bed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-8894808343695520141</id><published>2011-02-20T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:44:24.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Pound Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fsd1hD6u6uI/TWGZOZM-29I/AAAAAAAAAmU/_GZBxY6yLVg/s1600/scale6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fsd1hD6u6uI/TWGZOZM-29I/AAAAAAAAAmU/_GZBxY6yLVg/s320/scale6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575906286223940562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6 of my diet and exercise regime came and went on Thursday this week, and I got a wonderful surprise!  I hit the 10 pound mark, which means I am a third of the way to my goal! Yay!  It's amazing how when you really put your mind to something, things happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-8894808343695520141?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8894808343695520141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=8894808343695520141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8894808343695520141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8894808343695520141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-pound-mark.html' title='The 10 Pound Mark'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fsd1hD6u6uI/TWGZOZM-29I/AAAAAAAAAmU/_GZBxY6yLVg/s72-c/scale6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3923006072535352984</id><published>2011-02-14T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:23:14.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away, Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Ugh!  It's my least favorite day of the year.  It's a day where (mostly) men spend ungodly amounts of money-- buying their special someone candy, flowers, carriage rides, you name it.  Then they get in the car and head to an overly crowded restaurant, where they way for an hour or more to get a table--all in the name of love.  Seriously people!  Why do you do these things?  First of all, Valentines Day is just a commercial holiday.  It's made up! Why can't you, instead, go to Wal-mart, and buy those beautiful flowers (which I do love)for a fraction of the price than the florist... and put them in a vase yourself?  Why can't you have a nice dinner at home and avoid the crowd?  That to me says love a whole lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, shame on anyone who uses Valentines Day as their only day to gift the person they love.  This should be an every week occurance! Flowers should come several times a year, not just Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong believer that the only good Valentines Day does is brings attention to people who aren't part of a couple that they're single.  And that tends to make people very sad, depressed even.  I'm over that.  It used to affect me that way, but not anymore.  I just don't like Valentines Day...I learned this a few years ago, when I actually had a boyfriend.  He did everything right for Valentines Day (in the eyes of everyone else).  He ordered candy from my favorite store, he had flowers and a teddy bear sitting on my desk when I got to work, and he took me to a fabulous restaurant, where the food was amazing, but pricey. And the evening wrapped up with a carriage ride. Yes--perfect. But I can only imagine how much he spent on all of that--and I had nothing to show for it a week later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please...celebrate Valentines Day... but then celebrate "just-because" day in March... and "I love you day" in April.  Get the picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3923006072535352984?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3923006072535352984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3923006072535352984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3923006072535352984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3923006072535352984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-away-valentines-day.html' title='Go Away, Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4272143207303874193</id><published>2011-02-13T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:39:58.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Billion Reasons Why", by Kristin Billerbeck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lIafXes7FM/TVixQq1GZKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bPdf0VLLyEU/s1600/_225_350_Book_321_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lIafXes7FM/TVixQq1GZKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bPdf0VLLyEU/s320/_225_350_Book_321_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573399438804018338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie is a strong-willed, red head, who is determined to live a solid, happy life for God.  She's "almost" engaged to a man that she sees as the perfect man for her. There are 'a billion reasons why" she should marry Dexter... mainly because he's safe. Just when she's getting comfortable with the life she's made for herself, a blast from the past comes back into her life. Luc broke her heart years ago, and she's been running from that heartache ever since.  Luc, though, isn't going to let her run from her past anymore.  Katie is now living in California-- a far cry from her New Orleans roots. Luc convinces Katie to go back to New Orleans for his brother's wedding.  Confronting her past is hard.  It means confronting her mom, who she hasn't seen in years, dealing with the death of her father, which she's ran from, and with Luc-- and everyone who knows what he did to her. This trip back home causes her to not only confront her past, but it helps her find her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin Billerbeck is one of my favorite authors.  I have read several of her books, and I love that she can make me laugh and cry all in the same book.  It's like I'm watching a movie, as vivid as she makes the story.  This book was no different.  I found myself in Katie in several spots of this book, and it made me laugh with her and cry with her. It also spoke to me, as I related to Katie in so many ways. It takes a special book to get some of these reactions out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something I really didn't like about this book as well. Billerbeck used a lot of pop culture items in this book.  For example, she made reference to "The Bachelor" several times.  Pop culture is good, but I don't think it belongs in a book.  I love books, and what I really love is their ability to transcend time. If you include pop culture, then people reading these books in 20, 30 years may not understand the reference.  So, you must be careful using pop culture when writing a book.  I do, however recommend this book to the readers of today, because you will understand the references, and it's just a must-read for any lovers of chick-lits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was provided a free copy of this book by BookSneeze, for my honest review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4272143207303874193?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4272143207303874193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4272143207303874193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4272143207303874193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4272143207303874193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/billion-reasons-why-by-kristin.html' title='&quot;A Billion Reasons Why&quot;, by Kristin Billerbeck'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lIafXes7FM/TVixQq1GZKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bPdf0VLLyEU/s72-c/_225_350_Book_321_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-45777361434915572</id><published>2011-02-11T01:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:01:13.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5 Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yU4aHBEMGw0/TVTdjUSXrFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jF_lUrTh6KI/s1600/week%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yU4aHBEMGw0/TVTdjUSXrFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jF_lUrTh6KI/s320/week%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572322237775064146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pound gone from my body!  Thursday was weigh-in day, and I'm down 7 1/2 pounds now!  Can't wait until I get to my goal of 33 pounds lost! I'm hoping to be down 5 more pounds before heading to Cozumel, so please pray that I can achieve that! That would make me a third of the way to my goal, and would make my trip a good reward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to lose this weight, the more I hate myself for putting it on! I know my issues.  I hate to cook.  That's the bottom line. It's not that I eat all the wrong things, because I really haven't sacrificed what I like that much on this "diet". I just don't like to cook, so I eat out way too much.  That piece of chicken you buy at a restaurant has a lot more fat and calories in it than the chicken you make at home. I still hate to cook, but I'm making myself do it nearly everyday. If I fail, that will be why. But I am working very hard. I haven't exercised in two days because of illness, but I plan to get back on the "horse" tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are doing well this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-45777361434915572?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/45777361434915572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=45777361434915572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/45777361434915572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/45777361434915572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-5-weigh-in.html' title='Week 5 Weigh-In'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yU4aHBEMGw0/TVTdjUSXrFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jF_lUrTh6KI/s72-c/week%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5671578812084828185</id><published>2011-02-05T01:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T01:32:21.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Cares About Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUzs9zqLgSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JwsOgTsja-E/s1600/cozumel-mexico_jpg_w300h225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUzs9zqLgSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JwsOgTsja-E/s320/cozumel-mexico_jpg_w300h225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570087385733759266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that God cares about every little aspect of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get enough money on my taxes to go on a nice vacation, but my job did surprise me with a nice bonus!  I praise God for that!  It came at just the right time! So, can you guess where I'm going?  I'm going on a cruise to the Western Caribbean!  Cozumel and Calica, Mexico!  I leave in four weeks, so my goal is to be at least five pounds lighter by that time, and in much better shape. That will help me as I "play" on this trip.  I plan to make myself start every morning of that cruise in the gym--so I can eat all the wonderful food.  The best thing about a cruise is the food and I'm gonna eat.  My goal that week will be not to gain any--not to lose.  So workouts will be part of it, but it will still be fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord doesn't always give me all the desires of my heart, but sometimes, He surprises me.  This is huge to me.  Vacations are very important. I don't feel anyone can get totally refreshed, without leaving everything you know for a few days...including cell phones and computers.  That's what I like about traveling out of the country.  No one can contact me and I can't contact anyone else.  It costs too much! I'd rather spend the money on the trip. So, tonight, I'm thanking God for thinking enough of me to give me this desire of my heart--to go on another cruise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5671578812084828185?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5671578812084828185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5671578812084828185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5671578812084828185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5671578812084828185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/god-cares-about-me.html' title='God Cares About Me!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUzs9zqLgSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JwsOgTsja-E/s72-c/cozumel-mexico_jpg_w300h225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3124703393536286958</id><published>2011-02-03T11:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:53:50.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUrda84i80I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2eum0jNsfdw/s1600/week%2B4%2Bweighin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUrda84i80I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2eum0jNsfdw/s320/week%2B4%2Bweighin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569507344286675778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's weigh-in day, and I have to say I didn't do as well this week as I did last week.  I haven't been working out with the intensity that I should be.  I have, however, stuck to my calorie goals all week.  So , it's gotta be the exercise.  I've been at this for 4 weeks now, and today, for week 4, the scale said I lost 0.4 pounds. No, not even a pound.  But at least I "lost" and didn't "gain"! So, I'm down nearly 6.5 pounds in the last 4 weeks.  Just got to keep going! And because the Super Bowl party I was planning to attend got cancelled, I guess I don't have to worry about eating bad on Sunday! I was, however, looking forward to the time with friends. Oh well. Have a good Thursday, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3124703393536286958?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3124703393536286958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3124703393536286958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3124703393536286958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3124703393536286958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-its-weigh-in-day-and-i-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUrda84i80I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2eum0jNsfdw/s72-c/week%2B4%2Bweighin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6646729836676891415</id><published>2011-01-31T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:51:10.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>I'm dreaming of a warm beach... sand to sink my toes into...warm, salty, blue water....a week away from work...and time with a good friend. I was really hoping to take a cruise next month.  It was all riding on my income tax return.  It doesn't look like I'm going to have enough to go, and that's made me very sad. I'm really hoping to be able to scrape together the rest of the money, but it's not looking promising. I hate living paycheck to paycheck.  Just enough for the necessities in life, and no extra for any fun. Sometimes I wish people would have explained this to me in high school-- I so would have picked a different career path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6646729836676891415?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6646729836676891415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6646729836676891415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6646729836676891415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6646729836676891415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6698210189508233085</id><published>2011-01-27T13:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:50:35.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh in Day--Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUG7eOmub_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Qpd8MDpDthQ/s1600/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUG7eOmub_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Qpd8MDpDthQ/s320/scale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566936742397636594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a little more difficult when it comes to my weight loss goals.  I had cravings for the first time since starting the diet... and my body feels tired from all the exercise, so my daily exercise routing has been a bit more challenging.  Because I had managed my calories so well, the days I had cravings, I just went ahead and got the food.  And I was able to stay close to my calorie goals. Yes, I did go over those days, but I think deprivation is the worst, because if you don't feed your craving, you will totally splurge eventually and knock yourself way off your goals.  I have exercised every day this week, but I think my body is telling me I need to rest.  So today, I took a slow stroll with the dog to the front of my apartment complex and back.  it took all of about 10-15 minutes, but I think that's all the exercise I will do today. Oh, and the good news is--I lost 2 1/2 more pounds! So that's a total of 6 in the last 3 weeks! Slow and steady wins the race! I have a very good friend who is a nutritionist, and she's helping me with my goals, so I thank her very much for that.  She knows me, understands me, and is not going to make me eat anything I don't like! That's important! I'm hoping to keep up the momentum! If I keep it up, then in another 4 weeks, I will be halfway to my goal!  Yay me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will all of you luck in your goals! If I can do it, anyone can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6698210189508233085?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6698210189508233085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6698210189508233085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6698210189508233085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6698210189508233085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/weigh-in-day-week-3.html' title='Weigh in Day--Week 3'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUG7eOmub_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Qpd8MDpDthQ/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4297958603362082348</id><published>2011-01-26T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:26:14.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUBnJy1r6HI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DSVABk3Gb2A/s1600/wwd_world2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUBnJy1r6HI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DSVABk3Gb2A/s320/wwd_world2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566562557393365106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to thinking, and just wondering--where do the people who read my blog live?  So, do me a favor.  I just want to know you stopped by!  Please reply to this post with where you live in this grand world.  I just would like to know how far this blog reaches.  I know that I've had readers from places like Argentina and Australia.  So, please leave me a note! And thank you for stopping by my little corner! God Bless You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4297958603362082348?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4297958603362082348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4297958603362082348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4297958603362082348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4297958603362082348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-in-world.html' title='Where in the World?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TUBnJy1r6HI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DSVABk3Gb2A/s72-c/wwd_world2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2019987115906260170</id><published>2011-01-23T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:12:20.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Facebook page</title><content type='html'>I started a facebook page to show off my photography... Check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Serendipitous-Moments-Photography/188415171187403"&gt;Serendipitous Moments Photography&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;  Eventually I will start a photography blog too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2019987115906260170?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2019987115906260170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2019987115906260170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2019987115906260170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2019987115906260170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-facebook-page.html' title='New Facebook page'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5465817971875731196</id><published>2011-01-21T01:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:06:52.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh In Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I only lost one pound this week.  But, according to the scale, I lost 3 the first week...so that's 4 in two weeks.  Not bad!  I really hope I can keep at this momentum and not give up.  I've got 29 more pounds to lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being overweight.  I'm tired of not feeling good.  I'm tired of being uncomfortable.  I want to look in the mirror and feel "Hot"!  I want someone to ask me on a date because he is attracted to the way I look, not my personality!!  So, I will be working hard on this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even wanted anything fattening!  I think that's a good thing.  No cravings...yet!  But I'm sure they're coming.  I do allow myself one "cheat" per week. Not cheat day, but cheat meal.  And this week's will come on Saturday night.  I am so looking forward to that pizza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5465817971875731196?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5465817971875731196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5465817971875731196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5465817971875731196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5465817971875731196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/weigh-in-day.html' title='Weigh In Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-954383459675999138</id><published>2011-01-18T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:27:28.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll notice I have a new header.  Thanks to my friend, and fellow blogger, Natalie for the tutorial...Check out her blog &lt;a href="http://jeremy-natalie.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Anyway, let me know what you think!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to say today...I'm on a hard quest to lose some weight and get healthy...I'm hoping the scale shows me great things this Thursday(week 2). I have been eating healthy, trying to hit 1500 calories or less a day.  Haven't quite hit it everyday, but I've come very close, so that should be reflected.  I am also trying to exercise everyday for 30 minutes.  I bought the Dirty Dancing workout video.  Dirty Dancing is my favorite movie, and I love to dance, so it seemed like a perfect fit.  And it is!  I have so much fun with it, but it does it's job...makes me sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;  Please hold me accountable.  I will try and remember to post my results each Thursday on my blog.  I would appreciate any encouragement because it's not easy, and I really want to lose 30 pounds!  I have been unsuccessful in the past, but I'm dedicated this time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by my little corner on the Internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-954383459675999138?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/954383459675999138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=954383459675999138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/954383459675999138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/954383459675999138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/youll-notice-i-have-new-header.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-746216753683585792</id><published>2011-01-16T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:21:27.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Inspired, By Bethany Pierce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTM27NzlnTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kUE6PO4fUic/s1600/amy%252520inspired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTM27NzlnTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kUE6PO4fUic/s320/amy%252520inspired.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562850355678911794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be sticking to a theme in my reading lately, and it's not intentional.  The book I just finished is called "Amy Inspired".  It's about a 30 year old woman, who's looking for inspiration for her writing as well as in her life.  Amy is a writer, but to support her dream, she also teaches college classes.  She doesn't think she's very good at her "day" job, but you learn, she really is a good teacher.  You see this in the story in the way she interacts with her students.  Amy is a single woman, who seems to always fall for the wrong guy...we meet her as she ends things with one of these men... and throughout the book, she wants to make sure she's turning the page on this, and headed down the right path.  After all, she is 30 and still single. It seems when she finally just stops trying so hard, all her dreams begin to come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good book... It took me a while to get into...the first few chapters were pretty slow.  But I did enjoy it. I would recommend this book to any 20 or 30 something woman who's still single and trying to find your place in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany House provided me a free copy of Amy Inspired for my honest review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-746216753683585792?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/746216753683585792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=746216753683585792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/746216753683585792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/746216753683585792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/amy-inspired-by-bethany-pierce.html' title='Amy Inspired, By Bethany Pierce'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTM27NzlnTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kUE6PO4fUic/s72-c/amy%252520inspired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-519730951469470687</id><published>2011-01-16T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:09:39.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Please</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm going through something spiritually and emotionally...and I really don't know what's going on.  I just feel disconnected from everyone...and I've cried a lot.  I've got a lot going on in my head, and I've been praying that God will show me exactly what's going on.  So, I'm asking you, my fellow bloggers from all over the world, to please say a prayer for me today.  Pray that I will be able to make sense of all of this.  Pray that whatever it is, I will become a stronger, better person on the other side.  Pray for peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-519730951469470687?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/519730951469470687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=519730951469470687' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/519730951469470687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/519730951469470687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers Please'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4020290250556214520</id><published>2011-01-14T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:42:18.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snowy, Icy Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTCXnyLnBWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3sY6CE4VAYA/s1600/IMG_6368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTCXnyLnBWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3sY6CE4VAYA/s200/IMG_6368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562112249543722338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well this week has been quite interesting.  I live in the deep south, and I'm not used to getting snow. &lt;br /&gt; When we do, it's usually only a dusting...2 inches at the most.  Sunday night, into Monday, Chattanooga, Tennessee, got eight inches of snow! &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen anything like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTCYq14YJNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5lXZm33ZNV4/s1600/IMG_6394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTCYq14YJNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5lXZm33ZNV4/s200/IMG_6394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562113401588032722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It caused lots of road issues, and it's just been a slushy mess, as it starts to melt and then freeze over again.  Today, I will drive my car to work for the first time, because my apartment complex has been a complete sheet of ice for 5 days! I learned something through all this.  I never want to live in a climate where winters are full of snow!  Bring on the warmth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4020290250556214520?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4020290250556214520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4020290250556214520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4020290250556214520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4020290250556214520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/snowy-icy-mess.html' title='A Snowy, Icy Mess'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TTCXnyLnBWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3sY6CE4VAYA/s72-c/IMG_6368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2117754750050836404</id><published>2011-01-02T19:42:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:59:06.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSEyybl0RVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0pNCqhoWHtM/s1600/IMG_6352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSEyybl0RVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0pNCqhoWHtM/s320/IMG_6352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557779257133122898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my pastor said something in his sermon that got me thinking. He said he always thinks back to what happened last year that changed him forever...and thinks ahead, wondering what will change him in 2011. It got me thinking...what in 2010 changed me forever? I haven't really thought about the end of the year, the beginning of the next, until today. I've been so busy since Christmas. But I believe reflecting on the year past is important to looking toward the future. There are four things that I can think of that, I believe, either changed me, or showed me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE0eVsT-6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Z6ghWCtU0t8/s1600/haiti.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE0eVsT-6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Z6ghWCtU0t8/s200/haiti.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557781110975626146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was the Haiti earthquake. No, I wasn't directly affected by it, but it did have an effect on me. I work in news, and when something big happens in this world, I can't get away from it, since I work in it everyday. I remember when Katrina happened. I cried for days at the visions of the devastation, the people hurting, the people who died. When I left work, I would not turn on the TV, because I wanted to rest from those images. This time was no different. I ached for the Haitians. I wanted to help them--do anything. I wanted to rescue some of the children left orphaned by the devastation. It reminded me that I am a compassionate person. That I am capable of feeling pain and love for those I've never met. This made a difference in me because it showed me a side to myself that I think I may have forgotten. You don't have to know someone personally to love them. News has made me hard when it comes to feeling, but I still hurt for these Haitians...and when Cholera broke out there, and then a hurricane passed over these people living in tents, I cried all over again...scared for these people who've lost so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other events in my life that made big impacts are personal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE3AJ8SmWI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gk46Ig4bDEY/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE3AJ8SmWI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gk46Ig4bDEY/s200/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557783890960226658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, I made a monumental decision. I decided to stay in Chattanooga. I decided, at least for the time being, to make Chattanooga my home. This came about the time I was contacted by a news station in Albuquerque, New Mexico, wanting me to come work for them. The job more than intrigued me. Deep inside, I wanted to go. I love adventure, and the thought of moving to an area of the country in which I've never lived fascinated me. But I started to think about it, and pray about it. I have such great friends here, a great church, and I live in a wonderful city, plus, I like the people I work with. So I decided not to go to Albuquerque, and I decided to renew my contract here in the Scenic City. This was a decision that I believe marked a huge change in my life. I no longer feel the need to "run". Maybe that's not what I was doing. I don't know. For some reason, after my contract has ended in times past, I always decided to leave. It was always a chance for a fresh start. Because I moved so much, I have met many wonderful people...and I love that I am able to keep in touch with many of them. But there's just something about saying my home is in_________. For the first time, when someone asks me where I am from, I don't say "Alabama" (where I grew up). I say I'm from Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, death is something that changes people. Two very different people, who have played roles in my life, went to their Heavenly reward this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE32f3LFWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/C5GxLbWfWDU/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE32f3LFWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/C5GxLbWfWDU/s200/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557784824557278562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother, Ruth Moore, has been a very big part of my life since the day I was born. We got really close when I was in college. I lived with her for three years. After I left, we would have long conversations on the phone, and we always looked forward to the times we had to visit with each other. We shared books, we shared secrets, we shared our lives with each other. We were like best friends. But this year, she got sick again. Her Ovarian cancer came back, and most of this year my family and I watched her get sicker and sicker, until her body just couldn't handle anymore. The day she passed away, I cried so hard and so much that I literally got sick. But since then, I haven't cried much. Just a few tears here and there. I think I'm just so happy that she doesn't hurt anymore. The hope that we have in Christ is that this life isn't it. There is a wonderful something waiting on the other side. And because of that, I believe she lived her life and now, she's running and jumping and smiling in Heaven. I cherish every moment I got to spend with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other death came just days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE5xHsW-mI/AAAAAAAAAko/zXs9dEhmN8A/s1600/susie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSE5xHsW-mI/AAAAAAAAAko/zXs9dEhmN8A/s200/susie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557786931193379426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former co-worker of mine had liver cancer that ravaged her body. Susie was just 34 when she went "home". I hadn't seen Susie in five years...since I worked in Huntsville, Alabama. She and I had gotten back in touch, via Facebook, several months before she got sick. Even thought we hadn't been close friends, this really affected me. I think it's because I'm 32...Susie was just a little bit older than me. So young. I think it just really reminded me how short life is, and the importance of living every moment to the fullest. I went to her funeral--her life celebration. It was amazing the people who loved Susie--The people whose lives she touched! Susie was the type of person that made the room sunshine when she walked in. I remember working in the newsroom with her. Everyone could have a negative attitude, but I never heard negativity come out of her mouth. I think we all need to strive to be like Susie. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-pgkLMiEao"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see more about Susie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe your experiences shape you into who you are. I've been told by some that I'm a much different, better person today, than I was just 10 years ago, and I just hope that I continue to change to be the person I need to be. So, here's looking to 2011. I haven't made any New Year's resolutions, other than I want to get healthy, physically and emotionally. I believe I am well on my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011, two friends that are my age got married for the first time, giving me hope that there's still someone out there for me. I moved to a new apartment, I made new friends, I reconnected with old friends, I went on one of the best vacations of all time--a cruise to the Bahamas with a very special friend. And I am much more at peace today than I was a year ago with who I am and where I find myself in life. That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing life with me, fellow bloggers, and followers of this blog. I hope 2011 is full of blessings for all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2117754750050836404?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2117754750050836404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2117754750050836404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2117754750050836404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2117754750050836404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-reflection.html' title='A little reflection'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TSEyybl0RVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0pNCqhoWHtM/s72-c/IMG_6352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2898095825472407770</id><published>2010-12-21T12:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:40:42.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I just want to say Merry Christmas to all of my readers. Beginning tomorrow I will be spending Christmas week with my family--and I am so excited.  I work in Television news, and we don't always get holidays off, so it's always a treat when we do.  So, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas with the people you love.  Remember the reason for the season... &lt;strong&gt;JESUS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story of why we celebrate Christmas from the Bible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2&lt;br /&gt; 1 In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2 (This was the first census that took place while[a] Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3 And everyone went to their own town to register. &lt;br /&gt; 4 So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5 He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. &lt;br /&gt; 8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” &lt;br /&gt; 13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, &lt;br /&gt; 14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven, &lt;br /&gt;   and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” &lt;br /&gt; 15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” &lt;br /&gt; 16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 2&lt;br /&gt; 1 After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi[a] from the east came to Jerusalem 2 and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” &lt;br /&gt; 3 When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. 4 When he had called together all the people’s chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Messiah was to be born. 5 “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they replied, “for this is what the prophet has written: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 “‘But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, &lt;br /&gt;   are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; &lt;br /&gt;for out of you will come a ruler &lt;br /&gt;   who will shepherd my people Israel.’[b]” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. 8 He sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and search carefully for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. 10 When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. 11 On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. 12 And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2898095825472407770?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2898095825472407770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2898095825472407770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2898095825472407770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2898095825472407770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6180037255274775034</id><published>2010-12-16T02:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:49:59.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend sent me this story in my email... it's worth reading!:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave me alone," he growled... To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you hungry?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president.. Now go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's smile became even broader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. "What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.  "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked.."What is all this, is this man in trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go, I didn't want to come here in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently.  "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What business is that of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.." The woman smiled again.. "I thought that might make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was not my intent.... Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jack, do you remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment.. I walked the streets for days.. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack lit up with a smile.. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble.. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered.." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. He led me to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways.. "Thank you for your help officer," she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget, And thank you for the coffee.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6180037255274775034?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6180037255274775034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6180037255274775034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6180037255274775034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6180037255274775034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/friend-sent-me-this-story-in-my-email.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3359413652764551213</id><published>2010-12-16T00:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:11:40.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review for "Hatteras Girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQmtdPG6mvI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6lqSb_CrGbI/s1600/hatteras%2Bgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQmtdPG6mvI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6lqSb_CrGbI/s320/hatteras%2Bgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551158733494196978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Jackie is a journalist, but it's not her dream job.  Her dream is to run a bed and breakfast--one from which she has good memories from her childhood.  Her family's dream is to see her get married to a good man.  So, she's gone on countless blind dates, and at 30, she's convinced she may never get married.  But then something wonderful happens...her journalistic job brings her to a man that not only can make her dreams come true with the Bed and Breakfast, but she believes he may also offer her something she's never had before...true love. Is he the one?  Or has "the one" been under her nose all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book... it reminded me of myself in many ways.  I am also a journalist, and I'm also single and over 30. This book made me laugh at the lengths one can go through to not only reach toward a dream, but also to reach toward love...and the lengths family members will go to to help you find love. I would definitely recommend this book to women who are looking for a good laugh, and even a good cry...it's the ultimate "chick" book! I didn't want it to end...I wanted to see where it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one part of the book that I felt like skipped several chapters...it's like all of a sudden, she was dating someone...but we didn't find out exactly how it happened. I wish the author would have went into more detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was provided a complimentary copy of "Hatteras Girl" by Bethany House Publishers for my honest review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQms1OZwqpI/AAAAAAAAAjk/n1Mr_OfLOnI/s1600/BethanyHouseLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQms1OZwqpI/AAAAAAAAAjk/n1Mr_OfLOnI/s320/BethanyHouseLogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551158046110034578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3359413652764551213?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3359413652764551213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3359413652764551213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3359413652764551213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3359413652764551213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/book-review-for-hatteras-girl.html' title='Book Review for &quot;Hatteras Girl&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQmtdPG6mvI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6lqSb_CrGbI/s72-c/hatteras%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-816110133803281198</id><published>2010-12-08T23:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:32:52.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Robbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQBp1rzL6DI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jML73Epzf-w/s1600/001%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQBp1rzL6DI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jML73Epzf-w/s320/001%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548551111931848754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Brother, on what would have been you 29th birthday.  Wow, how time flies.  It seems like just yesterday, we were teenagers, cutting up and laughing, or fighting like brothers and sisters do.  I miss that.  I miss you. Everyday I miss you.  Do you get birthday gifts in Heaven?  I sure hope so.  Although, I know everyday with Jesus is a gift.  And now you have Grandmama there to celebrate with you on your special day. I'm so jealous.  I miss her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Robbie, and although I only had you here on earth for 15 years, you're always in my heart. I've posted this poem before, but this poem says it all...I carry you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Carry You in My Heart" &lt;br /&gt;E.E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;(an excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret no one knows. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the root of the root... and the bud of the bud... &lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life... which grows higher than the soul can hope... or mind can hide. &lt;br /&gt;It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-816110133803281198?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/816110133803281198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=816110133803281198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/816110133803281198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/816110133803281198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-robbie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Robbie'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TQBp1rzL6DI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jML73Epzf-w/s72-c/001%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3230060542805302189</id><published>2010-11-24T13:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:24:36.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TO1YF3RyR7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Sj8BtRo4xoI/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TO1YF3RyR7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Sj8BtRo4xoI/s200/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543183574124087218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are pictures from last Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TO1X11T_sEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DR2sN-fNtHo/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TO1X11T_sEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DR2sN-fNtHo/s200/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543183298718576706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TO1XiJ-d7GI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_XKS4eyuGFs/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TO1XiJ-d7GI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_XKS4eyuGFs/s200/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543182960668044386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thanksgiving. It's all about the food and family. There are no gifts involved, just the gift of each other's presence-- that's the most important thing. This year, just as in many years past...I don't get to be with my family on Thanksgiving. I will be working.  But I do get to be with my family on Friday and for the weekend.  And I am very excited.  My brother (another I was blessed with through marriage) and his family will be at my dad's for Thanksgiving.  I love them dearly...my niece and nephew are so cute and sweet... But they live in Chicago...and I very rarely get to see them.  So this year I'm thankful for the time I will get to spend, not only with my dad and step-mom, but also the time I will have with Chris, Francoise, Raphael and Olivia. So even tho I won't be there to see them on THursday, I will cherish my time Friday...because it is definitely a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3230060542805302189?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3230060542805302189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3230060542805302189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3230060542805302189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3230060542805302189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/american-holiday.html' title='An American Holiday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TO1YF3RyR7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Sj8BtRo4xoI/s72-c/IMG_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1968935759951858355</id><published>2010-11-23T00:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:08:03.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Within My Heart- By Tamera Alexander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TOtZFa5RW8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hTPoT7drz-U/s1600/Within_My_Heart_Mockup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TOtZFa5RW8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hTPoT7drz-U/s200/Within_My_Heart_Mockup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542621716063280066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the book "Within My Heart" by Tamera Alexander, and I have to say, I really enjoyed this book. The story takes place in the 1800s in Colorado.  THe book has two central characters  The first is a woman who is trying to raise her two sons alone, and survive, after her husband is killed. Her father was a doctor and she was able to learn a lot from him, which helped her care for others when needed.    The second character, a doctor who, for some reason, decided to move out west and offer this town medical care. The doctor very quickly falls in love with this widowed mother of two, but she won't have anything to do with him.  SHe thinks he is arrogant, plus, there's no way she is going to allow herself to fall in love with anyone else. Her love died. After she is injured, she begins to see things a bit differently, and this opens her to possibilities that she never dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, for the most part is very good.  IT explores the possibility of love when you feel that has been taken away from you.  It also explores friendship.  The reader is also taken through tragedy and hardship, but in the end, even after all of that, the main characters survive...a bit stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the first chapter fool you...keep reading.  I really felt the first chapter just didn't belong in the book.  It takes you WAY back in time, and truthfully, it's not engaging at all! I felt this "memory" could have been added somewhere inside the context of the book. But overall, a very good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany House provided me with a copy of this book for my honest review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TOtaCT2BM5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/LTo9ntnCkcc/s1600/BethanyHouseLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 53px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TOtaCT2BM5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/LTo9ntnCkcc/s200/BethanyHouseLogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542622762142610322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1968935759951858355?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1968935759951858355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1968935759951858355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1968935759951858355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1968935759951858355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/within-my-heart-by-tamera-alexander.html' title='Within My Heart- By Tamera Alexander'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TOtZFa5RW8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hTPoT7drz-U/s72-c/Within_My_Heart_Mockup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1457336976148423611</id><published>2010-11-12T15:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:57:32.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding and a Funeral</title><content type='html'>The weekend of October 22-24 started as a very happy weekend, and took a huge turn to make it one of the saddest weekend's of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TN2pu0vpbPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/BsYYDiKsLQQ/s1600/me%2Band%2Bjill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TN2pu0vpbPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/BsYYDiKsLQQ/s200/me%2Band%2Bjill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538769738633145586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          On Thursday, October 21st, I flew to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, for the wedding of my college roommate, and very dear friend, Jill. Jill and I are both in our early 30s, so this was a very special occasion.  She finally met the love of her life, and we celebrated that!  It was so great spending time with her during her special weekend. We shared a room like old times, and stayed up late talking both Thursday and Friday night.  I even got to take many of her wedding pictures, since I am getting into photography....my gift to her. She got married on Saturday, October 23rd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On Sunday, October 24th, I flew back home.  My plane arrived back in Chattanooga at 11:30am.  Around one o'clock that afternoon, my phone rang.  I was napping, so I let it go to voicemail.  But it didn't.  Instead it started ringing again.  So, I looked at the phone to find it was my mother calling.  My grandmother, who had been sick for some time went to be with the Lord that Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TN2qEvEhxGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7Kq94ncUtmE/s1600/grandmama.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TN2qEvEhxGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7Kq94ncUtmE/s200/grandmama.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538770115067233378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         My grandmother and I have been close since I was in college.  My junior year, I transferred to a new school and decided to live with her rather than live on campus. Since then, we have been the best of friends.  So, although I knew it was coming, this was devastating news to me. So, after traveling to Pittsburgh, I repacked my suitcase, and got in the car and headed south, to Mobile, where my grandmother's funeral would be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I did get a gift, though.  My grandmother had been staying at my mom's for some time. The weekend before, I had been home and got to see her, to talk to her, to tell her how much I loved her.  She got to express that to me as well. I will always thank God for that opportunity, that gift, since I do live nearly four hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, yesterday marked the five year anniversary of this blog's existence.  I thank all of you for reading. It's amazing to think that people are interested in what I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1457336976148423611?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1457336976148423611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1457336976148423611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1457336976148423611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1457336976148423611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-and-funeral.html' title='A Wedding and a Funeral'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TN2pu0vpbPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/BsYYDiKsLQQ/s72-c/me%2Band%2Bjill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-618597645620726512</id><published>2010-11-11T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:32:11.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this your new house?</title><content type='html'>I am not one to use my blog to sell things, but this is important. My family really needs to sell my grandmother's house.  So if you live in the Mobile, Alabama, area, or have plans to move there, or know someone who needs a house in the Mobile area, please consider this house.  Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.weichert.com/33354659/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-618597645620726512?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/618597645620726512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=618597645620726512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/618597645620726512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/618597645620726512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-this-your-new-house.html' title='Is this your new house?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5410684764227029734</id><published>2010-11-05T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:35:13.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that I've adopted as my "little sister".  She wrote this poem, and it spells out what I love about a summer rain! So I asked Olivia if I could share it...Oh, I almost forgot to mention.  Olivia is 14! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TNOIY-X41-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xCPNT3paUFs/s1600/IMG_2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TNOIY-X41-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xCPNT3paUFs/s200/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535918329609902050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is alive in a vibrant and vivid green.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant color, such as this, is rarely seen.&lt;br /&gt;A summer rain is falling, showering the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Nourishing every plant’s roots that it has found.&lt;br /&gt;Beads of raindrops are visible on every growing leaf,&lt;br /&gt;The summer heat is not blaring; it’s a relief.&lt;br /&gt;I am relaxed and calmed, as it taps on my windowpane,&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to sit here inside; I want to feel the rain.&lt;br /&gt;So I hurry outside, and the rain soaks into my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Water droplets fall on my tongue, as I stick it into the air.&lt;br /&gt;The rain drenches my body from my head to my feet,&lt;br /&gt;As it continues to cover my backyard in steady sheets.&lt;br /&gt;My body is refreshed, as the gentle rain drizzles.&lt;br /&gt;The tranquil rain is so peaceful, as it sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help myself; like a kid I must skip and run.&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow of pastel colors appears-&lt;br /&gt;While shining through it arrives the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5410684764227029734?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5410684764227029734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5410684764227029734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5410684764227029734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5410684764227029734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TNOIY-X41-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xCPNT3paUFs/s72-c/IMG_2651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-366872702539166518</id><published>2010-10-14T16:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:29:45.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review for "Catching Moondrops"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLdoKTGdSLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/M9NkT_kz_8k/s1600/i_review_for_the_tyndale_blog_network.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLdoKTGdSLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/M9NkT_kz_8k/s200/i_review_for_the_tyndale_blog_network.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528001593755912370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLdnbOjWHbI/AAAAAAAAAhU/K_BV-lRBqcg/s1600/catching+moondrops.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLdnbOjWHbI/AAAAAAAAAhU/K_BV-lRBqcg/s200/catching+moondrops.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528000785081048498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1938 in a small Virginia town.  It's a time when the color of your skin determines the staion you hold in society.  White men think they're superior, and in many of their eyes, it's okay to do anything, even murder, to put others in their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the setting for "Catching Moondrops", by Jennifer Erin Valent.   Tyndale House Pubishers provided me with an advanced reader copy, and I absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-year-old Jessilyn lives in a time when it's not okay for black people and white people to be friends. But her family invited a young, black girl to live as a part of their family when her parents died. So, Jessilyn and Gemma grew up, not only as sisters, but as best friends.  Jessilyn's parents even viewed Gemma as a daughter.  That didn't sit too well with the town folk. Then a black doctor moved to town.  As you can imagin, this ruffled a few feathers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book.  It attempts to break down the walls of prejudice.  Several times in the book, a statement is made: Just because someone is born with darker skin (or lighter), doesn't mean the person is different, or bad, or not as good as you.  I wish some living in today's society would realize this fact.   Everyone loves, hurts, laughs, and cries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is a love story, but it's also written by a Christian author.  Many times, Christian authors leave details about intimacy out.  I'm guessing they do this to keep from offending readers, but when they do that, they leave out some very real facts.  Many will just say, then they kissed.  Okay?  Well what did they feel? This book describes kisses and touches, and tells you what Jessilyn is feeling in those moments.  They are described in good taste, but the point is, they are described.  I loved that because there's always a feeling that goes along with any intimate moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would believe fiction books are only that: Fiction.  I would challenge that thought and say you can sometimes learn a lot from fiction.  This is one of those books.  Jessilyn and her family teach the reader a lot about love for your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite statements in this book: "The memories of where we were, remind us of how we got to where we are."  We should always remember how we got to our place in life.  That, my friend, is very important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-366872702539166518?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/366872702539166518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=366872702539166518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/366872702539166518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/366872702539166518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/review-for-catching-moondrops.html' title='Review for &quot;Catching Moondrops&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLdoKTGdSLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/M9NkT_kz_8k/s72-c/i_review_for_the_tyndale_blog_network.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6060019147386551230</id><published>2010-10-13T00:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:04:48.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLUuAibV8fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5-dDBZCMQSU/s1600/lisa+and+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLUuAibV8fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5-dDBZCMQSU/s200/lisa+and+me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527374704443519474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sister, Lisa's, birthday, and over the last few days, I have been reminiscing a lot about our lives together. You see, Lisa and I weren't born sisters. She became my sister the moment my mother married my step-dad. I had never really wanted a younger sister, but you see, God always knows what we need. When our parents got married, I was 13, and she was eight. She drove me crazy--always following me around, wanting to do everything I did. She liked me right from the start, and I think I liked her, too, but I wouldn't admit that at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, and as both of us got older, she and I became the best of friends. We would stay up all night, giggling. We would share our deepest secrets with each other. I would even let her go out with me and my friends sometimes. Then I went off to college. I found a picture the other day of Lisa. On the back, she had written a note to me at college. It said she missed me and that she would send me new pictures all the time. I know I got a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she went to college, she was only a couple hours away from where I lived. We saw each other frequently then. She would spend weekends with me. WE would ride around town, blaring the music, and singing at the top of our lungs. We just loved to be together. And I knew then that God knew I needed a sister, and he blessed me with Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since college, our lives have grown a bit apart. She got married a few years ago...and I've moved all over the southeast. We have had a few weekends here and there together, and I cherish each and every one. I always look forward to the times we will get together in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, my dear sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6060019147386551230?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6060019147386551230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6060019147386551230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6060019147386551230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6060019147386551230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-sister_13.html' title='My Sister'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TLUuAibV8fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5-dDBZCMQSU/s72-c/lisa+and+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1102866729741689239</id><published>2010-10-08T00:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:41:33.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TK6u8P-TfiI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_lvrKuKefXU/s1600/storm_warning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TK6u8P-TfiI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_lvrKuKefXU/s200/storm_warning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525546142933417506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/reviews/blogger/13458?ref=badge"&gt;&lt;img alt="I review for BookSneeze" src="http://booksneeze.com/images/booksneeze_badge.png" border="0" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's beautiful outside.  You wouldn't know there's a storm brewing. This storm isn't of the weather kind.  It's of the supernatural kind. This is my review of the book "Storm Warning" by Billy Graham. And I have to say this book was provided to me by BookSneeze for my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how most people are fascinated with storms?  Maybe you are.  I know I am.  Billy Graham speaks of another type of storm.  A storm that he's been fascinated with in his lifetime...he says he believes the storm clouds are darker now than they have ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chapter in this book made me think very hard about the world today.  I never thought about the numbers of dead in recent world events--the earthquakes in Haiti and in Chile.  Hurricane Katrina. In some of these events there were no warning, but in some there were warnings and folks failed to heed them. Billy Graham speaks of the warnings in this book that people fail to notice.  But he also says some of these storms in our lives are necessary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Graham talks about supernatural events, about political events, even the environment and global warning.  He speaks about how it's all biblical--leading up to Christ's return. He even talked about 9/11.  He said "these are the kinds of storms that drop from the skies when the warning signals are ignored".  But he made note of the response...He says it brought Americans to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham even made mention of social networking sites like Facebook.  He says these sites just add to the cult of self.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved one quote, and I wrote it down.  He says, "No life is without its own set of problems.  Jesus never promised our paths would smooth." This is so true.  So many times we as Christians think we are immune to the storms of life.  Then we get devastating news and wonder why something so tragic could happen to us. Billy Graham writes, "The Bible assures us that God will abolish evil when Christ returns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was very enlightening.  I guess I never thought much about how the things in life, the events, and thought about how much they actually mean.  This book is a very hard read, and was difficult for me to get through it. But if you are interested in end times prophecy, I would recommend this book to you.  Billy Graham is reknowned throughout the world, and I love the way he brings recent, relevent examples into this book.  But this is not a book to just read for leisure, as it will take you a while to get through it...at least it did me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1102866729741689239?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1102866729741689239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1102866729741689239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1102866729741689239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1102866729741689239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/storm-warning.html' title='Storm Warning'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TK6u8P-TfiI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_lvrKuKefXU/s72-c/storm_warning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4461735978924867675</id><published>2010-09-27T11:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:42:29.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars: An Amazing Endtime Prophecy Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TKC2msIK7-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/pr5QFj1HaEY/s1600/scars2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TKC2msIK7-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/pr5QFj1HaEY/s200/scars2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521613918952943586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I just finished the book Scars: An Amazing Endtime Prophecy Novel.  The book was provided to me by the author, Patience Prence. It's about a teen girl, living in the tribulation. The book begins already in the Tribulation. Things are changing quickly, and she never gets to live out her childhood because of the changes.  There are natural disasters that kill thousands. Then the man, who the Bible calls the Anti-Christ, comes on the scene.  Many are deceived, but Becky decides to do her research.  She buys a Bible on the Internet, and learns about the Saviour, Jesus Christ. She becomes a Christian, but because she purchased the Bible on the Internet, the purchase wasn't secret.  That purchase got her father and brother kidnapped...and turned her Mother against her.  She eventually gets turned over to the enemy because of her faith. I got very close to Becky in this book, and the last two chapters, I found myself crying for Becky. When she was scared, I found myself scared for her.  When she was brave, I was cheering along with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There are a few questions I still have about the book after finishing it. The book never mentions what Christians call the Rapture.  Becky never makes mention to people disappearing.  So, getting into the book, I was thinking that maybe this book was written with the belief that the Rapture happens during the tribulation. But Becky never makes reference to other Christians in the area.. there were a few others in court with her.  So, I'm not sure if the rapture happened before the book began, or if it happened after the end of the book. Also, I would have liked some closure on what happened to Becky's Dad and brother...and even toward the end her mother.  But this was Becky's story, so I can understand why this information wasn't in this book.  Because Becky didn't know what happened to them, neither did we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was very descriptive.  I personally don't care what color the bedstand is, or the ceiling for that matter.  I'm not really into description. I like the storyline more.  So that was a distraction for me in this book.  For those of you who like description, you would like this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think this would be a great book for a teenager or young adult.  It's not very long, but it's long enough for you to begin to relate to the character.  Me personally, I began to hurt along with her..and feel sad for her. But at the end, all the pain pays off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4461735978924867675?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4461735978924867675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4461735978924867675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4461735978924867675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4461735978924867675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/scars-endtime-prophesy-novel.html' title='Scars: An Amazing Endtime Prophecy Novel'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TKC2msIK7-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/pr5QFj1HaEY/s72-c/scars2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-785105158754725259</id><published>2010-09-17T13:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:58:12.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great City of Chattanooga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TJOqCxkA9NI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bmOeMpV-uO0/s1600/single+friends+hike+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TJOqCxkA9NI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bmOeMpV-uO0/s200/single+friends+hike+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517940933099844818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I love about Chattanooga, are many times not even on a tourist's radar... So, I thought I would share my loves in hopes that the next time you come for a visit, that you visit like a local!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: My favorite restaurants are: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tony's Pasta Shop and Trattoria&lt;/strong&gt;, located in the art district in downtown Chattanooga.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Rain Thai Bistro&lt;/strong&gt; on Lee Highway. Rain has wonderful lunch prices, with a wide variety of entrees for only $6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TJOrci3C0BI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NK7oO6Ll5-E/s1600/100_9966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TJOrci3C0BI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NK7oO6Ll5-E/s200/100_9966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517942475341352978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places to See:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Passage&lt;/strong&gt;, located next to the Aquarium.  Water flowing down stairs that signifies the Trail of Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Riverwalk&lt;/strong&gt;-- miles and miles of beauty and exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Walnut Street Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;.  THis is a pedestrian bridge where you will find lots of exercisers in the mornings and evenings. It also offers great views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point Park &lt;/strong&gt;on Lookout Mountain. $3 to get in and the views are so worth it...IF you feel a little adventerous, take a hike from there to &lt;strong&gt;Sunset Rock&lt;/strong&gt;, which is beautiful at, you guessed it, sunset :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock City&lt;/strong&gt;.  Yes this is a tourist place, but I still love it just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cloudland Canyon State Park&lt;/strong&gt;.  This is a short trip down I-59 into North Georgia, but so worth the trip.  Take your camera, and plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more places to see, but this is all I can think of off the top of my head.  I will update more later.  I've lived here for two years, and it's such a beautiful place, I want to share it with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-785105158754725259?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/785105158754725259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=785105158754725259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/785105158754725259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/785105158754725259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-city-of-chattanooga.html' title='The Great City of Chattanooga'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TJOqCxkA9NI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bmOeMpV-uO0/s72-c/single+friends+hike+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5216451078869263478</id><published>2010-09-13T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:08:24.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Ma'am</title><content type='html'>On December 11th, I will be another dreaded year older...I'll be 32.  While I am in my 30s...and only 8 years away from the dreaded 40, I still at many times think of myself as a young woman.  I'm not married, although I would like to be, and I don't have children, although I would like them. (So if anyone knows a nice, Christian man in their late 20s or in their 30s, introduce me!--and i'm not kidding!) The point is, many times I don't feel like a grown up.  And I cannot get used to people calling me a woman, a lady, Ms. Tidmore, or "Ma'am!" The other day, a young man, I'm guessing a college student, was moving into my apartment building, and I asked him a question.  He responded by saying "No Ma'am." I wanted to cry! I don't feel old enough for college students to be calling me ma'am!  Today, I logged onto facebook, to find that a friend of mine was complementing my photography...which really made me feel good. But she said "A 'lady' in my church"...I just can't get used to not being called a "girl". I guess I just don't want to grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5216451078869263478?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5216451078869263478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5216451078869263478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5216451078869263478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5216451078869263478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-maam.html' title='I&apos;m Not Ma&apos;am'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7750365962915619855</id><published>2010-09-11T21:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:02:21.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Seasons: Spring, Summer, FOOTBALL, and Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TIwyeqcW_XI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2dkRf85mois/s1600/bama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TIwyeqcW_XI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2dkRf85mois/s400/bama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515839145992715634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best season of the year--Football season! I'm from Alabama, and in Alabama, football is more than a game, it's a religion!  Not only on the college level, but the high school level as well. In my hometown, everyone bleeds green...for the Gordo Greenwave. And on Friday night, it's not a question of what you're doing.  Everyone goes to the game. &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to college football, it's pretty much a split.  Alabamians either chant "Roll Tide" or "War Eagle". &lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm sitting here watching the Crimson Tide dominate Penn State. Just a few years ago, it would have been a much different outcome.  The Tide has had some rough years, but I'm not a fair weather fan.  I've stuck with my team. And during the Nick Saban era, Alabama has returned to greatness! We celebrated a National Championship last year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Crimson is definitely my color! And if you happen by my apartment during a game, you will probably here a few "Roll Tide's" and a few "Rammer Jammer's"! Probably not what all the Tennesseans around me want to hear! I've shouted a few tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems fitting on what would have been the Bear's 97th birthday.  Happy Birthday, Bear Bryant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TIw0OsaIeqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lIZWMdI4fRw/s1600/paul_bear_bryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TIw0OsaIeqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lIZWMdI4fRw/s200/paul_bear_bryant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515841070665595554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "If you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride - and never quit - you'll be a winner. The price of victory is high but so are the rewards."--Bear Bryant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7750365962915619855?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7750365962915619855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7750365962915619855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7750365962915619855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7750365962915619855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/four-seasons-spring-summer-football-and.html' title='The Four Seasons: Spring, Summer, FOOTBALL, and Winter'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TIwyeqcW_XI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2dkRf85mois/s72-c/bama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-8061985537601918339</id><published>2010-08-29T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:34:44.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick post this time, but I did want to follow up with my last post...I had a great turnout for our singles event... Now it seems kind of silly that I was worried about it.  We will see how it goes from here on out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-8061985537601918339?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8061985537601918339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=8061985537601918339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8061985537601918339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8061985537601918339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-quick-post-this-time-but-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7976530546173920455</id><published>2010-08-26T01:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:35:37.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popularity Enters Adulthood</title><content type='html'>For those of you who say popularity is only a problem in high school, I would like to challenge that philosophy. I'm told all the time, people grow up and popularity doesn't matter anymore.  But I live with unpopularity everyday. I'm 31, and I think I deal with it just as much as I did when I was 16, just in a different way. It all comes in the form of people not coming to events I plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before my best friend got married, I threw her a lingerie shower. I guess this was about 9 years ago. I invited so many people.  But only the bride-to-be, her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and myself showed up. I will always believe if someone else had planned it, more people would have come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea haunts me even today. A few weeks ago, I hosted a Spa party, and I invited 20 ladies. Only 3 showed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the leader of the singles group at my church.  I use that term, "leader" loosely, because, number one: it's a new group, &lt;br /&gt; and number two: I don't have many willing to take part in group activities. We have about 10 singles, which is awesome, since we have such a small church. I believe it's important for singles to hang out together, and befriend each other.  Being single is hard, and the only people who understand just how hard it is are other singles. I'm not saying couples don't have it hard...but singles face totally different issues.  So, it's important we support one another.  Well, i've been planning events for months now...and usually only about 3 show up.  I just wonder if popularity is playing a role. I'm not the "popular" one, or the "cool" one. I wonder if someone else in the group were to plan the same events on the same day if more people would show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that God gave me a heart for other singles.  I have had this singles group on my heart for years--even before I became part of this church.  I just pray everyday, asking God if someone else would be a better leader than me...better at getting others involved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I believe popularity, or the lack thereof is a big problem today. This has never been an issue for me.  I've always been able to befriend everyone--hang out with anybody. So, this is an issue that leaves me perplexed! I just wish folks would get over it and look at others as someone different from them, and therefore someone you might be able to learn something from...and someone that might make their life better by allowing that person into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7976530546173920455?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7976530546173920455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7976530546173920455' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7976530546173920455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7976530546173920455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/popularity-enters-adulthood.html' title='Popularity Enters Adulthood'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3445461517818909108</id><published>2010-08-12T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:49:37.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's Blessings</title><content type='html'>This week, I checked my checking account, only to find that I had severely over-spent this month. I moved, so there were lots of unexpected expenses.  Plus, I had a my "lil' sis" come to visit for a week, and of course spent more money than I should have.  But I loved every minute with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my checking account scared me. I also realized I was in dire need of an oil change and tire rotation on my car.  So, reluctantly, I got in the car and drove to Ford this morning to get those things done.  I just decided if needed, I would put the fee on my credit card and pay it off later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the car got finished, they checked my advantage card, and lo and behold, I had a free oil change! Because using that credit would require changing all the paperwork, the guys in the office decided to give me the tire rotation for free as well!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thank you, Lord, for blessing me today. The cost would have been about $50, and I really couldn't afford it right now. Jesus comes through when we least expect it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3445461517818909108?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3445461517818909108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3445461517818909108' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3445461517818909108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3445461517818909108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/lords-blessings.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Blessings'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5212568482318010332</id><published>2010-07-29T22:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:55:20.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Place</title><content type='html'>It's one of my favorite places, and this year Camp SAM turns 25! Watch this video and tell me what you think about this place that allows kids battling cancer to just be kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.nbc13.com/vtm/news/spirit_of_alabama/article/spirit_of_alabama_camp_smile-a-mile/167756/"&gt;CAMP Smile A Mile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5212568482318010332?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5212568482318010332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5212568482318010332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5212568482318010332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5212568482318010332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/wonderful-place.html' title='A Wonderful Place'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1320074067277867231</id><published>2010-07-27T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:06:44.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running thru the Rain</title><content type='html'>I got this story in my email this week...and thought I would share.  It's such a good reminder to enjoy the little things in life and trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; rain that gushes over the top ofrain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there&lt;br /&gt;&gt; under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up&lt;br /&gt;&gt; their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were&lt;br /&gt;&gt; all caught in 'Mom let's run through the rain,'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; she said. 'What?' Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Let's run through the rain!' She repeated&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,' Mom replied.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; This young child waited about another minute and repeated: 'Mom, let's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; run through the rain,'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'We'll get soaked if we do,' Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'No, we won't, Mom.. That's not what you said this morning,' the young&lt;br /&gt;&gt; girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wet?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through&lt;br /&gt;&gt; anything!'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything&lt;br /&gt;&gt; but the rain. We all stood silently... No one came or left in the next&lt;br /&gt;&gt; few minutes...Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would&lt;br /&gt;&gt; say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some&lt;br /&gt;&gt; might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a young child's life.. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so&lt;br /&gt;&gt; that it will bloom into faith.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD&lt;br /&gt;&gt; let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; washing,' Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they&lt;br /&gt;&gt; darted past the cars and yes, through the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; laughed like children all the way to their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; And yes, I did.. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they&lt;br /&gt;&gt; can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one&lt;br /&gt;&gt; can ever take away your precious memories....So, don't forget to make&lt;br /&gt;&gt; time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything&lt;br /&gt;&gt; there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. I HOPE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&gt; STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1320074067277867231?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1320074067277867231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1320074067277867231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1320074067277867231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1320074067277867231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/running-thru-rain.html' title='Running thru the Rain'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5558657972380686230</id><published>2010-07-11T20:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:24:49.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Bash the President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TDpiiu-hCcI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zxQXZLWYNoQ/s1600/american-flag-2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TDpiiu-hCcI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zxQXZLWYNoQ/s400/american-flag-2a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492811044397058498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country is in turmoil.  The unemployment rate is high, folks have lost their homes, many are struggling to make ends meet. President Barack Obama inherited America's problems when he became the leader of our country (He didn't create them, remember?). Over the last year and a half, the President has worked to fix a lot of our mess.  Passing the health care bill was a huge step in the right direction.  If you don't agree with health care reform, then you've never been in a place where someone you love, or yourself, was very sick and could not get help because you didn't have health insurance. He's also helped create thousands of jobs with the stimulus program.  And our country is turning around.(I don't care if you agree with these statements or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't vote for President Obama...I didn't even like him while he was running.  But I do think he's doing pretty good with what he was given.  And no I'm not a democrat.  I'm an independent, who votes for the right candidate, not a party.  I say all of this because we are in the midst of another election period right now.  And it appalls me that there are candidates using their platform to bash the President.  We should be voting for candidates who are willing to work together with the President to make a better America...not for those who want to work against him in everything he does.  I don't care who the President is! He deserves respect!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a candidate in Tennessee running for Congress. Her name is Robin Smith, and her ad simply says "vote for me and I will work against the president". Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWyOl2blHjs&amp;feature=pyv&amp;ad=8079181561&amp;kw=robin%20smith&amp;gclid=CK-rxM7e5KICFQVGnQodiTWTLQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see ad. How is that helping America? Americans voted President Obama into office and he deserves a chance to turn things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TDphZMUZAtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7s15T3oZ4JI/s1600/Billboard-Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TDphZMUZAtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7s15T3oZ4JI/s200/Billboard-Change.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492809780963115730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Georgia candidate for Congress, Jody Hice, used a hammer and sickle symbol on a billboard, which is the symbol for communism, when referring to the President.  This is NOT acceptable. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you vote for either of these candidates, or any other candidate that talks about going against the President on everything, then this country will remain the place it is today--people without work, wall street falling apart, foreclosures at an all-time high.  You need to vote for people who are willing to work together to make this country the great place we know it can be. And that doesn't mean always agreeing with President Obama.  It means talking things through and coming to decisions together, as a team. Please vote wisely this year.  It could mean a better America, or the worse you've ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5558657972380686230?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5558657972380686230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5558657972380686230' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5558657972380686230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5558657972380686230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-bash-president.html' title='Don&apos;t Bash the President'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TDpiiu-hCcI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zxQXZLWYNoQ/s72-c/american-flag-2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7674636223052495904</id><published>2010-07-08T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:39:59.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is always better with friends</title><content type='html'>Today, I learned a big lesson.  I can't do life without friends.  Today, severe pain shot through my leg...so bad I nearly passed out.  I struggled to get to my phone.  But with a call, I had a friend coming to pick me up to take me to the emergency room.  She was only able to stay a couple hours, but a little while later, another friend came to the ER, sat with me, then brought me to her house to spend the night.  What would I have done without these wonderful ladies? I've lived without local friends before, but today I learned I never want to do life alone again. Turns out I have a pulled hamstring. I'm now on some powerful pain killers. THank you, Lord, for blessing me with people like Dawn and Stephanie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7674636223052495904?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7674636223052495904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7674636223052495904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7674636223052495904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7674636223052495904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-is-always-better-with-friends.html' title='The world is always better with friends'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4815389001947396531</id><published>2010-07-07T11:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:48:27.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!!!!</title><content type='html'>It always amazes me when people tell me they read my blog.  I mean, these are just my thoughts and ramblings that sometimes I just have to talk about.  This is a great outlet for me.  Over the last week, I have gotten 3 comments, saying they read my blog!  And just in the last couple of weeks, my known followers increased from 2 to 7!  It's amazing.  I just want to say "Thank You" for reading!  If you read and haven't become a follower of my page, please do so! I love to see who is reading! And I will try to be better about updating more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4815389001947396531?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4815389001947396531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4815389001947396531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4815389001947396531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4815389001947396531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7644813412678397870</id><published>2010-06-28T00:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:50:49.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going with your gut</title><content type='html'>The coolest thing happened this week.  I was just sitting there, minding my own business, and out of the blue, a manager at a news station out west emailed me asking if I were interested in coming to work.  Now, before that email, I hadn't even thought about moving.  I hadn't sent any resumes, so it was just out of the blue!  Undoubtedly one of my co-workers had dropped my name in conversation with someone else (Thanks, by the way...huge compliment!) Once I got that email, for a few days, my world turned upside down. The what-if's started going through my head, and the more I thought about it, the more it sounded like a wonderful adventure I wanted to be a part of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, thought, the timing is off.  I am so close to family right now, and my grandmother is battling cancer.  I just didn't feel right going so far away from her.  Plus, I've started over every two years...just got to wondering if I wanted to do that again right now.  Usually I have a few months to prepare for it, but this time, it was just dropped in my lap.  I also like the people I work with...and that's a rare gem, I have learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after lots and lots of thought and prayer, I am going with my gut feeling, and staying in Chattanooga.  I am hoping that my decision pays off. I am also hoping that this manager will remember me if ever a position opens back up and he needs a news producer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7644813412678397870?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7644813412678397870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7644813412678397870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7644813412678397870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7644813412678397870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-with-your-gut.html' title='Going with your gut'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7941221005674466099</id><published>2010-06-27T00:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:23:49.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TCbSHIVCxJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XmMnsU82m5g/s1600/the+witness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TCbSHIVCxJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XmMnsU82m5g/s200/the+witness.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487304215934190738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mediacenter.tyndale.com/TBN" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediacenter.tyndale.com/images/x_tbn/i_review_for_the_tyndale_blog_network.gif" alt="I Review For The Tyndale Blog Network" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to review books, and I just finished my first on the list. Tyndale House Publishers provided me with a copy of "The Witness" by Josh McDowell, for my review.  It was a very different book from the genre that I usually read, but I couldn't put it down.  I read it in four days, only reluctantly putting it down to sleep or to work.  The book is a murder/suspense novel.  It begins with a crazy scene of murder, that you might only find in a movie.  The lead character, Marwin Accad,  is forced into hiding, and into running from city to city, because not only are assassins after him, but so are the police. But you learn, not only is he running from those who are after him, he is running from God.  The funny thing is, God starts showing up in the oddest places, showing Marwin that he can't do it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I do have to say, I didn't care for how the book ends.  It leaves you with many questions as to what may have happened next.  I would have liked the author to wrap it up a bit better.  But overall, a very good book. Would love to see a sequel to "The Witness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7941221005674466099?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7941221005674466099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7941221005674466099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7941221005674466099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7941221005674466099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-begun-to-review-books-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/TCbSHIVCxJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XmMnsU82m5g/s72-c/the+witness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2908182962411889137</id><published>2010-05-30T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:07:28.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST Explained--This is my take</title><content type='html'>Favorite Quote of LOST finale: Christian Shephard to Jack: "The most important part of your life was the time you spent with these people. That's why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you." Jack: "For what?" Christian: "To remember., and to let go."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; Okay, so the island was real. That was all of their real experiences. But the life this season was showing as if the plane didn't crash was the characters in a holding place--what some would think of as purgatory. They have to go there until they can remember what happened to them and how they died. Some died earlier, and some later. But all had to come into play as each character remembered. When JAck finally remembered what had happened to him, he got to go to heaven. The others are left up to interpretation, but I believe some of them were already in heaven--the ones who had already remembered. They were just helping the others get there. &lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Linus had sinned, so he had some stuff to work out before he could go, that is why he didn't go in the church...and if you noticed, Michael wasn't there either. He was stuck on the island...he was the whispers you could here sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the ending...Jack died exactly how and where he woke up on the island the very first episode...In the bamboo forest, he woke up one eye opened...he died one eye closed. Nice touch adding vincent the dog (Walt's dog) to make sure JAck wasn't alone when he died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be a resounding theme throughout LOST...that you can't do life alone. You need people to do life with you. My favorite quote of this finale: Christian Shephard to Jack: The most important part of your life was the time you spent with these people. That's why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you. Jack: For what? Christian: To remember., and to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week a very similar quote by Jacob to Jack: Jacob: "I didn't pluck any of you out of a happy existence. You were all flawed. I chose you because you were all like me. You were all alone. You were all looking for something you couldn't find out there. I chose you because you needed this place as much as it needed you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them were trying to do life alone and on their own.--and they were terribly unhappy. The island, as bad as it was, helped them really live and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, who had always kinda been in the shadow of his father, took charge on the island...and he became the symbol of all that was good--to fight off evil(the black smoke and the man in black who had taken over John Locke's body)...and good always wins in the end. He had to learn how to defeat evil--and he did...the island itself was keeping the evil invincible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I understand what actually happened, I loved the finale. I want to go back and watch it again. No, I don't believe in pergutory--but I think this worked in this show...which was all make-believe, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2908182962411889137?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2908182962411889137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2908182962411889137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2908182962411889137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2908182962411889137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-explained-this-is-my-take.html' title='LOST Explained--This is my take'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4681529680964451819</id><published>2010-04-24T16:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:45:02.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise to the Bahamas</title><content type='html'>Valerie and I just got home from a cruise to the Bahamas...and I wrote down a summary of each day...thought you might enjoy reading about it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O2RJGM-hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zNIPiVObHnU/s1600/about+to+board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O2RJGM-hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zNIPiVObHnU/s200/about+to+board.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463911178546510354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/17/10&lt;br /&gt;Val and I left Chattanooga at 3am to drive to Jacksonville.  When we got to the terminal, we felt like we were being herded like cattle...one linie after another--five lines before we were able to board.  Then we couldn't get into our stateroom until 1:30.  I had so many carry-ons!  We had lunch on the Lido deck, then at 1:30, we went to our room for a nap.  We figured the cruise didn't really start until 4 anyway, and we were tired!  At four, we went to a required safety meeting where were were taught where to go if the ship is sinking, how to put on a life jacket, and where our rafts are located.  I don't know about you, but if the boat is sinking, I'm getting my life vest and heading straight to the raft--not the muster station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the boat set sail, then were entered to win free spa stuff...didn't win, but it was still fun.  We explored a bit, went to dinner, where I ate a wonderful tomato soup, a cesar salad, chicken pasta, and Chocolate Melting Cake (yum!).  THen Val went to bed.  I went to the opening show--a comedy show and dancing, then I explored a bit...Went to the casino and lost $20...Got in bed around 12:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First day of the cruise I had a tough time with sea sickness. Wasn't nauseaus, but I was dizzy.  You could really feel the boat rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O3HgnqzTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/M2p-bNpHfD8/s1600/1st+sea+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O3HgnqzTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/M2p-bNpHfD8/s200/1st+sea+day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463912112573828402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/18/10&lt;br /&gt;Fun day at sea!  Woke up at 9a, to find Valerie had been up and already been to the gym for a workout!  The beds were so comfy!  WE had breakfast delivered to our stateroom, then headed to the pool for a fun-filled day in the sun.  One problem: There was no sun! It was overcast-and cold!  So we laid out by the pool until lunch,  then ate caribbean food in the coconut grill.  It was delicioius!  We went back to the pool, long enough to watch the "Hairy Chest Competition". It was so funny!  Then we went to a dance class.  Valerie decided to watch, and she took plenty of pictures of me dancing the salsa!  WEnt to a shopping seminar, then to our rooms to ready for formal ight.  Got all dressed up--ate stuffed mushrooms, strawberry bisque, lobster tail and shrimp, with a baked potato and a cherry dessert.  WE got our pictures taklen several times--there were some really pretty ones, but we didn't buy them.  Then we went to the show--all about 80s music, clothes, and hair!  Then we went to bed--Half Moon Cay tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O4M65zKnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0BMX2heOA2g/s1600/both+of+us+at+Half+Moon+Cay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O4M65zKnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0BMX2heOA2g/s200/both+of+us+at+Half+Moon+Cay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463913305040169586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/19/10&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...How do I describe this day?  Absolutely Marvelous! Today, Val and I got up at 7am.  WE got ready, ate breakfast on the Lido deck--eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit, toast, bagels, and orage juice.  And by 8:30am, we were on the tender boat, and on our way to Half Moon Cay.  It is so beautiful!  The water looks like a swimming pool.  IT's aqua blue and you can see everything!  IT's amazing! You get 20 feet deep and you can still see the bottom clearly.  And the water is very salty--burns your eyes so bad, and it doesn't taste very good, either!  The sand throughout the island is fune, soft sand that feels wonderful to your feet! We started our day on the island by getting on another boat and heading snorkeling. We went way off the island to a reef, and I saw lots of beautiful fish--blue, yellow, multicolor--we also saw different types of coral--one lady says she saw a sea turtle! It took a few minutes to figure out snorkeling.  I had a hard time breathing and getting used to the waves.  But once I got it, I had a great time!  We also met Alex and Emily during this trip--friends for the rest of the cruise.  After snorkeling, we came back to the island and laid on the beach for hours!  We ate lunch, then went back to the beach.  We were on the island, in the sun, for 8 hours--and you could look at me and tell!  I was so red, despite wearing spf30 sunblock all day!&lt;br /&gt;That evening I attended another dance class--this time it was disco dancing...saw Alex and emily there.  THen we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/20/10&lt;br /&gt;we woke up this morning and we were in Nassau!  My first impression was how wonderful it was.  But then we got off the boat!  THere were all types of people, harrassing cruisers, trying to sell tours, taxis, scooters, and anything else you can think of.  BUt we got away from the terminal and all was right with the world again. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O59ga-GMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZU2wMs81lc8/s1600/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O59ga-GMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZU2wMs81lc8/s200/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463915239256758466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to all kinds of stores, and the famous straw market. The straw market held beautiful hats and handbags, all woven by those selling them.  One lady even let me take her picture while she worked.  We ate lunch on the ship, then went back out.  We rode a Jitney(bus) to cable beach and that was quite the experience!  You almost have to have a death wish!  But we made it in one piece, and it only cost $1.25 each way!  The water at cable beach wasn't as nice as what we saw at Half MOon Cay.  There was lots of seaweed.  We didn't stay long.  We went back downtown and shopped more.  Then we went to the Queen's Staircase and met a guy who gave us a tour of sorts.  He told us the history of the Queen's staircase.  It has 65 steps--one for each year Queen Victoria reigned.  We also learned that Bahamians were slaves to England.  And when slavery was abolished, the Queen gave the slaves the islands and helped them make lives for themselves.  All children learn christianity in school...and they even have a hotel/tourism class, since that's their main industry. The tour guy also showed us Fort Fincastle and a beautiful view.  We then went back to the boat--man, was I tired! WE got back around 6, so it was a 10 hour day and my feet hurt so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner and sat in Putu and Ntando's section for a third night.  I ordered Lobster Bisque and fried shrimp and grouper with a marmalade sauce.  Then, we went to a juggling show and comedy act...so funny!  I laughed so hard, I hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went to join the deck party, it started raining.  But it didn't last long. THere was a live band...so fun... I danced the electric slide, the macarena, the YMCA, the Chicken Dance, and any other group dance you can think of.  Valerie didn't go with me to the party...she went to bed early.  I made it to sleep about midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/21/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of the cruise.  I'm sad it's over, but so glad I got the opportunity to come!  We had so much fun!  This day, I was so tired I didn't wake up til about 9:30. We went and ate breakfast, then we had to go to a mandatory embarkation meeting, where Trevor, our cruise director, explained the provess for getting off the boat.  Then it was time for some fun in the sun.  WE headed out to the Lido deck and grabbed a couple of lawn chairs. OUr chairs were close to the stage, and that was wonderful!  We got to hear the band playu and see all the entertainment.  We played a game of tv theme song trivia, we watched a man carve a sculpture out of ice, and all kinds of stuff.  I was in and out of the pool a couple of times--which by the way was salt water!  WE ate lunch about 1:30--mongolian food--it was wonderful!  THen at 2:15, it was time for the country line dancing class!  Alex and emily were there again. I got their information so we can stay in touch on facebook.  Then I went back out for more fun in the sun. Valerie decided to go shopping.  WE met back in the room about 5p and then headed to the farewell party.  There was music, dancing, and free drinks.  Then we got ready for dinner.  It was our last night with Putu and Ntando. Sad.  I got mushroom creme soup, crab cake, and shrimp, scallop, and callamari pasta.  I picked out the calamari(yuck). But the food was great...and for dessert? Chocolate melting cake, of course!  THe show tonight was called "Mambo"  then back to our rooms to pack and back to the Palace theatre for another comedfy show.  WE were in bed around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we got in the car and headed home.  Vacation is over, but the memories will last a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4681529680964451819?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4681529680964451819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4681529680964451819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4681529680964451819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4681529680964451819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/cruise-to-bahamas.html' title='Cruise to the Bahamas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S9O2RJGM-hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zNIPiVObHnU/s72-c/about+to+board.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-8007435619504105738</id><published>2010-03-17T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:13:30.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irish Blessing</title><content type='html'>I found this Irish Blessing the morning, and I absolutely love it. I wish this for all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow. &lt;br /&gt;              May the soft winds freshen your spirit. &lt;br /&gt;              May the sunshine brighten your heart &lt;br /&gt;              May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you. &lt;br /&gt;              And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-8007435619504105738?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8007435619504105738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=8007435619504105738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8007435619504105738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8007435619504105738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/irish-blessing.html' title='An Irish Blessing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2222236251650751524</id><published>2010-03-03T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:23:32.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tortoise and the Hare</title><content type='html'>I wrote this for an assignment, but I still wanted to share...I believe it's very true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the children’s fable about the tortoise and the hare.  We learn at the end “slow and steady wins the race.” In life, many of us feel like we’re in a race.  It’s the race called life. Some are looking to get to the top of the ladder before someone else does.  Others are just working toward a goal they set for themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;I think people can be compared to the tortoise and the hare.  Some people are tortoises.  These people work hard, they don’t cut corners, and they keep on moving until they get to their goals in life. Sometimes it doesn’t happen as quickly as one would like. There are hills to climb, and obstacles to overcome.  But tortoises keep putting one foot in front of the other, looking toward the finish line.&lt;br /&gt; There are others, however, who are hares. Hares work towards the goal for a while, but then they forget what they’re trying to accomplish. They lose sight of the goal, the finish line. They say to themselves, “I’m not in a hurry. I’ve got plenty of time.” Then time runs out.&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, our goal should be to live for the Lord and serve Him. Our ultimate goal is Heaven. In Philippians 3:14, Paul writes, “I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”  So, make goals, and keep working toward them.  You will be rewarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2222236251650751524?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2222236251650751524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2222236251650751524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2222236251650751524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2222236251650751524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/tortoise-and-hare.html' title='The Tortoise and the Hare'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4984114520747076522</id><published>2010-02-05T00:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:25:02.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Wash My Sorrows Away</title><content type='html'>Tonight, it's raining. It's been raining all day. The weather--it seems to match my mood.  Just as the sky seems to be crying, so are my heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;I have deep secrets, that only God and the walls of my bedroom know. I cry out to God frequently, asking Him for answers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All day at work today, I've struggled. I'm so tired, and that alone makes me emotional. I laid in bed until noon today, because my body just seems like it had no energy.  I just wanted to keep my eyes shut and forget about the day ahead.  But I have to work.  So I went. But the only good things that came out of the day were that I actually got to take an hour for lunch.  I went alone, which was probably a good thing, considering my bad mood. The second good thing? That my show was flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got in the car, and before I could even get out of the parking lot, I was sobbing. I put in a worship c-d, third day...and the song "Give Me a Revelation" started through the speakers of the car. And I just started crying out to God, my creator. Just crying out to Him, asking him to help me have the desires of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Then when I got home, I stood out in the rain, hoping it could wash my sorrows away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Bl3SIBPiBE"&gt;give me a revelation&lt;/a&gt;" by third day is exactly how I feel right now. I need a revelation. I feel like I'm alone, I'm broken...but I'm trying to find my way. Many times, though, I feel so lost. It's like I wrote this song, cause the whole song is EXACTLY how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; When I was a kid, and my mom was making me do something I didn't want to do, I would say, "But that's not fair." She would always reply, "Life's not fair." I never realized the truth in that statement, until recently. &lt;strong&gt;Life's Not Fair!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me, as I try and do this thing we call "Life".&lt;br /&gt;JESUS--I need you more than ever right now. I've got nothing without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4984114520747076522?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4984114520747076522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4984114520747076522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4984114520747076522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4984114520747076522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-wash-my-sorrows-away.html' title='Rain, Wash My Sorrows Away'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6417122964854099276</id><published>2010-01-09T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:17:14.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You, My Dear Brother</title><content type='html'>Today it has been 13 years since you went home to Jesus. It seems like a lifetime ago, but at the same time, it seems like it was just yesterday. You've been on my mind a lot, lately.  You've been in my dreams. In some of those dreams, we're still teenagers..  But in some of those dreams, I've been blessed with sort of a glimpse of you...who you might be now. I cherish those dreams. God blessed me with the best brother a girl could have.  Even though you were my little brother, you always acted so protective like a big brother. We shared lots of laughs and many sorrows. Sometimes I still wish I could just head to your room and talk about our day...about the struggles, about the joys...we used to to that all the time. I don't know why you were taken from this world at the young age of 15. But I do know I am proud to have known you...proud to have called you my brother.  I miss you, Robbie. I still hold you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I Carry You in My Heart" &lt;br /&gt;E.E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;(an excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;   Here is the deepest secret no one knows. &lt;br /&gt;   Here is the root of the root... and the bud of the bud... &lt;br /&gt;   and the sky of the sky of a tree called life... which grows higher than the soul can hope... or mind can hide. &lt;br /&gt;   It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.&lt;br /&gt;    I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6417122964854099276?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6417122964854099276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6417122964854099276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6417122964854099276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6417122964854099276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you-my-dear-brother.html' title='I Miss You, My Dear Brother'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3260098663878516212</id><published>2009-12-30T20:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:48:21.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SzwQr6uxsbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/D9u_jxjfntY/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SzwQr6uxsbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/D9u_jxjfntY/s200/IMG_0840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421226398133105074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tomorrow is the last day of 2009...the last day of an entire decade. That's hard to comprehend. Just thinking back on the last 10 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000, I was a college student. Just a few months before, I had transferred to the University of South Alabama to finish my bachelors of arts degree in Communication. It's hard to think of myself as that 20 year old that was just getting started in adulthood. There's so much I didn't know--yet I thought I knew it all. I had my future mapped out...I was going to get a job in Television as a reporter, get married, and have a couple of kids. I was ready to conquer the world! I didn't care about the fear I felt about the future, because I was ready to stare that fear in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the 20 year old "me". As we get older, we decide to get comfortable in the day to day, mundane life. Here I am, just turned 31, and no, I don't like where I'm at. But it's hard for me to think of doing or being anything other than what I am...a tv news producer at work, single in my personal life. But if I've learned anything over the last 10 years, I've learned that things can change in an instant. One moment, you think, "wow, I need a change!" and the next minute, something just kind of falls in your lap, or something changes that pushes you to make that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, I thought I had it all figured out...and I wasn't going to let anyone squash my dreams. Those ney-sayers...you know, the ones that say "It can't be done", I was all about proving them wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a very small Alabama town. And undoubtedly, small town girls aren't supposed to do anything big. Or at least what small minds consider big. Because when I decided I wanted to work in television news, I had teachers, even my guidance counselor tell me it couldn't be done. Which is kind of odd, considering the whole reason I got interested in TV to start with was because of a class that was offered one year at Gordo High School. A class that I was put into by chance. I am so glad it happened. But those teachers, they all told me I shouldn't go away to college--because small town girls don't do well in college, unless they go to the local community college first. And they tried to talk me out of working in television, too. So, much of this decade has been about proving them wrong. And I did! I've seen some of them in my hometown since graduation, and they get a weird look on their face when I tell them what I do for a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I'm tired of living my life to prove someone else wrong. Beginning in 2010, I'm going to live for me and for me only. I'm going to do what makes me happy. I just have to figure out what does make me happy and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since college graduation(2002), I have lived in Mobile, Alabama, Huntsville, Alabama, Pensacola, Florida, Greenville, South Carolina, and now Chattanooga, Tennessee. For the most part, I didn't move just to move. I moved in order to get to my dream. I wanted to be a news producer of a 5pm newscast(somewhere along the way, my dream of being a reporter changed). And that required moving around in order to move up. I never got much attached to the places I lived. I had friends everywhere I lived, even in Pensacola, which is surprising, since I was only there for three months (I told you life can change quickly!) But when I got to Greenville, suddenly all of that changed. I made a life for myself there. I had friends, a boyfriend, a great church, and a great-paying job. I had actually decided to stay, but then work got more than I could handle, and suddenly happiness at work was more important than the money I was making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved to Chattanooga...which not only fulfilled my dream of becoming a 5pm producer, but gave me a great city to live in...Now here, I have good friends, a wonderful church...and a job where I'm treated well, which is nice. But I'm not satisfied. So, over the next couple of months, I will be analyzing my life, and try to figure out how I can get satisfied. A friend of mine recently commented on one of my posts. She told me that she is happy to see me so content in life, because so many of her single friends are not. The truth is, I try hard to be content, but that isn't always the case. I do want that companionship that only a husband can give. I think any single woman who says she doesn't want that is lying. But I know that this is the life I have right now, and I will never get it back, so I need to enjoy what God has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I am so happy that my life's journey has included all of the wonderful people that I've had the privilege of knowing. People I would never have met had I not chosen the path I did. People in all sorts of cities across the country and the world. The famous song Auld Lang Syne talks about friends of times past.&lt;br /&gt;it's literal translation is this: &lt;br /&gt;Should old friends be forgotten &lt;br /&gt;and never remembered &lt;br /&gt;Should old friends be forgotten &lt;br /&gt;and the days they shared together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe old friends should never be forgotten, because those friends are who have made us the people we are today. I believe God brings people into your life for a reason, for a season, or for a lifetime. And I can look back over the many friends I have made on this life's journey...over the past decade, and see many faces. Some of them I never talk to anymore...they were only my friends for a season. But they had their purpose. And I am so glad that many of the friends I have made are here for a lifetime. Many of you reading this fit that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, old acquaintance should not be forgot. Thank you for doing life's journey with me. Here's to a great New Year and a New Decade! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3260098663878516212?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3260098663878516212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3260098663878516212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3260098663878516212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3260098663878516212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-old-acquaintance-be-forgot.html' title='Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SzwQr6uxsbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/D9u_jxjfntY/s72-c/IMG_0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5359383723420452235</id><published>2009-12-22T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:13:38.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SzF8wv4AIKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CTGT3EEyOU0/s1600-h/christmas-gifts-1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SzF8wv4AIKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CTGT3EEyOU0/s320/christmas-gifts-1383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418249003630338210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first year on facebook, and i have been saddened reading about how children are either being told Santa Claus isn't real, or they're beginning to question the legend of Santa Claus at earlier ages. I think the latter is being caused by the former.  First of all, Santa is based on a real person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Nicholas was born to wealthy christian parents in the third century.  His parents died while he was still very young.  Obeying Jesus' words to sell all you have and give the money to the poor, Nicholas used his whole inheritance to assist the needy, the sick, and the suffering. Saint Nicholas is known as the patron and protector of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the centuries many stories and legends have been told of St. Nicholas' life and deeds.  &lt;br /&gt;One story tells of a poor man who had three daughters.  In those days, a father had to offer his daughter's prospective husband a dowry. Without a dowry, a woman was unlikely to marry...and without dowry's, these young women were likely to be sold into slavery.  Mysteriously, a bag of gold appeared in their home, on three different occasions--which provided the needed dowries. the bags were tossed through an open window and are said to have landed in stockings or shoes left by the fire to dry.  That's where we get the custom of hanging stockings at Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Saint Nicholas died December 6th, which is why many celebrate St. Nicholas day on that day each year. During my time as a part-time nanny for a German family in Mobile, Alabama, I learned about the tradition of Saint Nicholas day--it's one I would like to keep with my future children. Kids put their shoes outside the door while they sleep on December 6th. During the night, Nicholas comes and fills their shoes...candy if they were good, rocks if they were bad...one of my kids that I kept got rocks in one shoe and candy in the other one year! I guess he was half good/half bad! :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As christians, we all know the true reason for the season. Jesus. But Jesus if about a gift.  God gave Jesus to the world so that we could know Him and spend eternity with Him.  And because I am a christian, and I love Jesus, I believe Christmas is about giving...whether it be a gift of love or of a toy.  And Santa fits right into that category...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus...What's childhood without a bit of make believe and magic?  I have to commend my parents, Bob and Regina, were all about the magic of Christmas.  This is the truth! I believed in Santa Claus until I was a teenager!  Yes, you probably think i'm a dork...But everytime I started to doubt, something would happen on Christmas eve!  One year I heard elves run down the hallway!  I'm not kidding!  It sounded like little people, and lots of them, running!  Then one year, I heard reindeer on the roof! If that's not enough to make you believe, I don't know what is!  And one year...on Christmas Day, we found sleigh marks in the yard!  It was amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we always had the nativity in the house--and always talked about JEsus and the gift He gave us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of this to say--enjoy the magic of Christmas!  And let your children enjoy it, too!  Because, we only get one childhood! And if you have the imagination and the means...make this Christmas a little more magical for them.  And for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope somewhere a child is hearing reindeer on the roof, or bells, or even elves in the hallway. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5359383723420452235?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5359383723420452235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5359383723420452235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5359383723420452235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5359383723420452235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/magic-of-christmas.html' title='The Magic of Christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SzF8wv4AIKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CTGT3EEyOU0/s72-c/christmas-gifts-1383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6553144455269744597</id><published>2009-12-17T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:09:31.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SyrWENc6YjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZSJyxNvE0Mc/s1600-h/9-Ladies-SMALL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SyrWENc6YjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZSJyxNvE0Mc/s320/9-Ladies-SMALL.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416376869685191218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the song...but exactly how did the 12 Days of Christmas become a popular song? I mean, it is a little strange...who gives lords a leaping and ladies dancing to the ones they love?  I might understand the five gold rings, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I came across something very interesting today.  An explainer on how the song was written, and it's quite fascinating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke &amp; John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit--Prophesy, Serving, Teaching,  Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit--Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness,  Faithfulness,  Gentleness, and Self Control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The ten lords a-leaping were the ten commandments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles' Creed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is your history lesson of the day...next time you sing the catchy song, maybe you'll think about how the true meaning has deep roots in the Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6553144455269744597?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6553144455269744597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6553144455269744597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6553144455269744597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6553144455269744597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 Days of Christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SyrWENc6YjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZSJyxNvE0Mc/s72-c/9-Ladies-SMALL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2749286907243858225</id><published>2009-11-22T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:03:09.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted. And I really don't have any excuses. I just spend WAY too much time on facebook to keep up with my blog. But we're entering the holiday season. And this can be the most wonderful time of the year, or it can be the most stressful time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holidays--the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. And for the first time in a long time, I get to see my family on Thanksgiving AND Christmas. Working in news, someone has to work. And I've always had to work either Thanksgiving or Christmas. But this year, I get the day after Thanksgiving off, and I get Christmas Day off. Yes, I have to work Thanksgiving day and Christmas eve...but I'll take what I can get! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I usually have to work holidays, December is many times a very sad time for me. Because while everyone is enjoying their family, I don't get to see them because of work. So, this year is extra special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are about family and friends, and Jesus. And for people who don't get to see their family, this time of year can be stressful. Sometimes, being around that family can be stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving, what are you thankful for? I am thankful I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and a job that pays the bills. THere's so many this thanksgiving that don't have that. Someone sent a news release to me last week that said one in six Tennesseans will go hungry this Holiday season. That's so sad that happens here in the United States. So let's be thankful for what we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as Christmas approaches, let's remember the reason for the season. Without Jesus, there would be no Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2749286907243858225?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2749286907243858225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2749286907243858225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2749286907243858225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2749286907243858225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4800979642253296636</id><published>2009-10-05T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:40:19.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes In Church</title><content type='html'>One of my friends sent this to me in an email, and I wanted to share. There should NEVER be a time where someone walks into our churches, and walks out without being welcomed, not by the preacher, but by the congregation. I have personally experienced an unwelcoming feeling in nearly every church I've visited.  But what if the visitor isn't a Christian? Then you've just lost your chance to show the visitor the love of God. Please read this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showered and shaved&lt;br /&gt;I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat&lt;br /&gt;In a pew just in time. &lt;br /&gt;Bowing my head in prayer&lt;br /&gt;as I closed my eyes. I saw the shoe of the man next to me&lt;br /&gt;Touching my own. &lt;br /&gt;I sighed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With plenty of room on either side, I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?' &lt;br /&gt;It bothered me, his shoe touching mine&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't bother him much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer began: 'Our Father'&lt;br /&gt;I thought, 'This man with the shoes,has no pride. &lt;br /&gt;They're dusty, worn, and scratched. &lt;br /&gt;Even worse, there are holes on the side!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on. &lt;br /&gt;The shoe man said a quiet 'Amen.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to focus on the prayer, but my thoughts were on his shoes again.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we supposed to look our best when walking through that door? &lt;br /&gt;'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, Glancing toward the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the prayer was ended and the songs of praise began. &lt;br /&gt;The shoe man was certainly loud, sounding proud as he sang. &lt;br /&gt;His voice lifted the rafters&lt;br /&gt;His hands were raised high. &lt;br /&gt;The Lord could surely hear. The shoe man's voice from the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the offering&lt;br /&gt;And what I threw in was steep. &lt;br /&gt;I watched as the shoe man reached&lt;br /&gt;Into his pockets so deep. &lt;br /&gt;I saw what was pulled out&lt;br /&gt;What the shoe man put in. &lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a soft 'clink' . As when silver hits tin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon really bored me&lt;br /&gt;To tears, and that's no lie. &lt;br /&gt;It was the same for the shoe man&lt;br /&gt;For tears fell from his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the service&lt;br /&gt;As is the custom here. &lt;br /&gt;We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer. &lt;br /&gt;But I felt moved somehow&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to meet the shoe man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the closing prayer&lt;br /&gt;I reached over and shook his hand. &lt;br /&gt;He was old and his skin was dark&lt;br /&gt;And his hair was truly a mess. &lt;br /&gt;But I thanked him for coming&lt;br /&gt;For being our guest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'My name's Charlie&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to meet you, my friend.' &lt;br /&gt;There were tears in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;But he had a large, wide grin. &lt;br /&gt;'Let me explain,' he said&lt;br /&gt;Wiping tears from his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've been coming here for months&lt;br /&gt;And you're the first to say 'Hi.' &lt;br /&gt;I know that my appearance&lt;br /&gt;Is not like all the rest. &lt;br /&gt;But I really do try&lt;br /&gt;To always look my best. &lt;br /&gt;I always clean and polish my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Before my very long walk. &lt;br /&gt;But by the time I get here&lt;br /&gt;They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;And I swallowed to hide my tears. &lt;br /&gt;As he continued to apologize&lt;br /&gt;For daring to sit so near &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'When I get here&lt;br /&gt;I know I must look a sight. &lt;br /&gt;But I thought if I could touch you&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe our souls might unite.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silent for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Knowing whatever was said &lt;br /&gt;Would pale in comparison&lt;br /&gt;I spoke from my heart, not my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, you've touched me,' I said&lt;br /&gt;'And taught me, in part; &lt;br /&gt;'That the best of any man&lt;br /&gt;'Is what is found in his heart.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest, I thought, This shoe man will never know. &lt;br /&gt;Like just how thankful I really am&lt;br /&gt;That his dirty old shoe touched my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4800979642253296636?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4800979642253296636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4800979642253296636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4800979642253296636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4800979642253296636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoes-in-church.html' title='Shoes In Church'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7304402788318332821</id><published>2009-09-15T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:04:22.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recession Is not Over!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, U.S. federal reserve chairman Ben Bernanke said the recession is likely over. But it's easy for Mr. Bernanke to say that when he's still bringing home a paycheck every week.  Tell that to the family that's still looking for a job because they got laid off.  Tell that to those of us facing furloughs.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm sorry, Mr. Bernanke...but the recession isn't over until the unemploument rate dops by about half! Please don't give America false hope!  Let's get jobs back, then we can say the recession is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7304402788318332821?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7304402788318332821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7304402788318332821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7304402788318332821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7304402788318332821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/recession-is-not-over.html' title='The Recession Is not Over!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5934051396084974494</id><published>2009-09-14T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:28:28.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Swayze Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/Sq7tojaTywI/AAAAAAAAAds/6LMscEH1LNw/s1600-h/15swayze_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/Sq7tojaTywI/AAAAAAAAAds/6LMscEH1LNw/s200/15swayze_1901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381499885710461698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I am reminded how short life really is.  Today, actor Patrick Swayze died of Pancreatic cancer.  He was 57. I cannot even count the times I have invited Swayze into my home through a great movie.  I own the two Dirty dancing movies...I love the movie "Ghost" as well...not to mention "The Outsiders", "Road House", "Point Break".  I am so saddened by his death.  Even though he didn't do many movies over his career, he was one of the greats.  He was a great actor, and Hollywood is better for having him there.  Patrick Swayze will definitely be missed.  And the sad thing to me...he never had children.  So there are no other Swayze children to pass on the legacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5934051396084974494?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5934051396084974494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5934051396084974494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5934051396084974494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5934051396084974494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/patrick-swayze-dies.html' title='Patrick Swayze Dies'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/Sq7tojaTywI/AAAAAAAAAds/6LMscEH1LNw/s72-c/15swayze_1901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6764841174055250867</id><published>2009-08-08T17:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:55:19.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I going?</title><content type='html'>Some recent events in my life lately have gotten me thinking...where am I going in this life?  What does life hold for me? I live everyday like many Americans right now...wondering whether I will have a job tomorrow. But there are other things I wonder about.  I wonder where my personal life will take me.   I'm not whining...but I feel a lot of times that I am so behind everyone.  Here I am 30 years old, and I'm not anywhere near being where I want to be right now.  Does anyone else feel that way?  I feel stuck! I've got so many dreams...but they're stuck in my head...and I don't know how to make them come true! Stuck!  That's a good word for the way I'm feeling right now. And I am so ready to get Unstuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6764841174055250867?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6764841174055250867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6764841174055250867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6764841174055250867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6764841174055250867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-am-i-going.html' title='Where am I going?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-9198941402869549866</id><published>2009-07-14T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:38:44.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid Crime</title><content type='html'>I work in the news, and we so many times put up a wall so bad news doesn't affect us.  But this week, a horrid crime broke my heart.  Who would kill two people who have such a heart for the forgotten? That couple in Pensacola that was killed this week during a robbery...so sad...really has affected me.  They had 16 children...12 were adopted...and most have disabilities.  Let's pray for that family...that Jesus will hold each one of those children tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this link for story:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5iTAOQx619OXpq7P0Jcpzqc9Zg-cwD99ED64O0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-9198941402869549866?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9198941402869549866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=9198941402869549866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/9198941402869549866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/9198941402869549866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/horrid-crime.html' title='Horrid Crime'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1552832584716788430</id><published>2009-07-05T18:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:37:02.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SlEqhz_cEYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/svuGaQotHFI/s1600-h/nic+and+val+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SlEqhz_cEYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/svuGaQotHFI/s200/nic+and+val+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355108192300568962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SlEqhcaeP7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/7AGfsD0FERo/s1600-h/100_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SlEqhcaeP7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/7AGfsD0FERo/s200/100_1616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355108185971507122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful Independence Day with my longtime friend, Valerie...and some new friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1552832584716788430?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1552832584716788430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1552832584716788430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1552832584716788430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1552832584716788430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SlEqhz_cEYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/svuGaQotHFI/s72-c/nic+and+val+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3276530240092832835</id><published>2009-07-02T20:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:08:20.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For TV Jobs</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you've probably heard alot about construction jobs being down, or about the auto industry having a hard time.  But what you haven't heard about is the television industry.  It's probably because TV news is where you are hearing about other industries struggling in this economy--and we don't like to tell bad news about ourselves.  But one TV company I know of has decided to enforce five percent pay cuts for all of its employees.  And another TV company has went bankrupt and is now up for auction. The company I work for is not immune.  We are dealing with layoffs as well. The reason?  Advertising is down because other industries are struggling. So, when you're saying a prayer for others without work, pray that God will help struggling companies get back on top.  Because the last thing we need is more people out of work.  We need to be adding jobs in this aweful economy...not laying off more workers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3276530240092832835?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3276530240092832835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3276530240092832835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3276530240092832835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3276530240092832835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/pray-for-tv-jobs.html' title='Pray For TV Jobs'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-9103160129725218611</id><published>2009-06-10T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:06:41.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Chattanooga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SjBJxtQiawI/AAAAAAAAAdU/qwMJ33qJAP0/s1600-h/100_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SjBJxtQiawI/AAAAAAAAAdU/qwMJ33qJAP0/s200/100_1392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345853876000156418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, Bradley, and Me at Riverbend 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been in Chattanooga a year. And a couple of days ago, a friend on facebook asked me what life is like here.  Well, I guess there are some good things and some bad, but overall, I really do like it here.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Let's start with what I like&lt;/strong&gt;.  Chattanooga is one of the most beautiful cities I've ever lived in.  It compares a lot with Greenville, which is one of the reasons I looked to come here.  I loved Greenville and I hated leaving there.  Downtown Chattanooga is so awesome.  I love the riverfront, and the northshore.  It's so awesome.  And it's so people-friendly.  I feel perfectly safe walking around downtown alone for the most part.  And the people here are friendly, too.  I've met so many people my own age, which is so awesome!  I also love that there's so much to do in Chattanooga--great example this week is Riverbend.  I don't know that you could ever be bored here!&lt;br /&gt;  And I'm in a very good working environment.  I really love my job, my bosses, and most of the people I work with.&lt;br /&gt;   Plus--we get every season here---my favorite season is now fall. Never saw such vibrant colors until I moved here!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;There are some things I don't like.&lt;/strong&gt;  I haven't yet found a church to call home. But I feel I'm getting closer.  I also have to budget my money very carefully because I took a huge pay cut when I came here. So that can be very stressful, especially since I've had a lot of medical bills lately.  And Tennessee has a serious bug problem.  I hate mosquitos and spiders, and I seem to have to deal with those more here than anywhere I've ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it all up, I really do like Chattanooga.  Life here is pretty good. I don't know if this is a permanent home yet...time will tell.  What I do know is this has been a really good move for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-9103160129725218611?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9103160129725218611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=9103160129725218611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/9103160129725218611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/9103160129725218611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-chattanooga.html' title='Life in Chattanooga'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SjBJxtQiawI/AAAAAAAAAdU/qwMJ33qJAP0/s72-c/100_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-27334414532477607</id><published>2009-06-04T20:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:58:32.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Hard, But God is Good</title><content type='html'>I was on the phone with a friend last night and I got to thinking about my life thus far.  My life has not been easy.  I've had to deal with things that many hope they'll never have to face. And I know there are many people in this world that have lived much harder lives than me.  But there are lots of people that have never experienced hardship in their lives.  But throughout my life, looking back, I can truly say God has kept his promise to me.  He is faithful. The Bible doesn't promise you will never face hardships.  Life can be really hard.  But the Bible does promise that you won't have to go through it alone.  He will always be there, to hold you when you need peace, offering an ear to listen, and a shoulder to cry on.  Looking back on my life, there were times I never thought peace could come--but Jesus was there, giving me the peace I needed...even in the darkest times, I still had hope.  I don't know who needs to hear this right now, but I just felt compelled to share.  Lord knows that there have been times when I felt the darkness all around me and felt I'd never find the light.  But He's always there to guide me and comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do bad things happen to good people?  I don't know the answer to that.  I heard this analogy one time.  God is your heavenly Father.  And He's very much like a parent...parents can't keep their children from hurting...as much as they want to--they can't prevent them from falling and scraping their knee...but what they can do is dust them off and comfort them when they do get hurt...and help them feel better.  And we've all heard the Footprints in the sand poem...that's the God I serve.  He will carry you when you feel you can't take another step.  "cast all your cares on Him because he cares for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-27334414532477607?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/27334414532477607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=27334414532477607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/27334414532477607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/27334414532477607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-hard-but-god-is-good.html' title='Life is Hard, But God is Good'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-8435097295927105311</id><published>2009-05-29T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:06:30.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Walks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SiB4Z7GYUSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4tHeAEShlxY/s1600-h/walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SiB4Z7GYUSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4tHeAEShlxY/s320/walking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341401544817922338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was walking two or three times a week.  It was a really good release after a long day of work.  But, I had hurt my foot back in February, so since it was still giving me problems...my doctor decided to put me in a boot.  So, now I have to stay off my foot for the next couple of weeks. :(  But I'm trying not to complain.  I've got so many things going this summer, I just want my foot to get better so I can enjoy them.  I'm going to Chicago on June 19th...the following weekend, my best friend from high school and her family are coming for a visit...&lt;br /&gt;then the second weekend of July, my mom is coming for a mother/daughter weekend.  And a couple weeks after that, Olivia, my 13-year-old friend from Greenville will be here for a few days.  So, my summer is packed full of fun and I can't wait!  So, let's just get all the sicknesses out of the way...and all the pain out of the way, so I can enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-8435097295927105311?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8435097295927105311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=8435097295927105311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8435097295927105311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8435097295927105311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-my-walks.html' title='Missing My Walks'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SiB4Z7GYUSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4tHeAEShlxY/s72-c/walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-6262433063422184566</id><published>2009-05-13T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:24:29.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to being sick</title><content type='html'>I have been stuck in the house for three days, and while one day off from work would have been nice...right now, I am so stir-crazy!  Went to the doctor and they told me I had an infection. She gave me a shot in the butt, and antibiotics...and told me I had to stay home until Thursday.  Gosh, I am so bored!  I actually thought today might be a day to get things done around the house.  I mean, I woke up feeling much better (must be the shot at work!).  But I took a shower...and that took all the strength out of me.  So, I went and laid down for a could of hours.  Then I decided to clean the kitchen...again, had to lay down and recuperate!  I haven't had a sickness knock me on my butt like this in a long time!  So, the laundry I hoped to wash didn't get washed...and my floors need vaccuuming so bad (my dog is shedding really bad)...but it will all have to wait!  And I had planned to volunteer Saturday at RElay For Life, but I really don't see that happening...I will have to get a lot of energy before then in order to do that.  So, at least I do have the Internet...and that's kept me busy for three days, although I would do anything to be around people! Oh, the joys of living alone!  Try being sick and not having anyone to help you!  That's where I've been this week!  Had to make myself drive to the doctor, and then to the pharmacy.  It's tough living alone and being sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can get enough energy to do a good job at work tomorrow...because staying home another day is not an option!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-6262433063422184566?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6262433063422184566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=6262433063422184566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6262433063422184566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/6262433063422184566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-being-sick.html' title='Ode to being sick'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3946572999340571315</id><published>2009-05-02T02:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:17:31.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SfvlX3okj2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ehzZAOy_w5U/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SfvlX3okj2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ehzZAOy_w5U/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331106782156984162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk about 3-4 days a week after work in downtown Chattanooga.  This city is so beautiful.  I took this picture Wednesday on my walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3946572999340571315?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3946572999340571315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3946572999340571315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3946572999340571315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3946572999340571315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-walk.html' title='My Walk'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SfvlX3okj2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ehzZAOy_w5U/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-946617242630594785</id><published>2009-05-02T02:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:11:27.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Lovely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/Sfvj6aqqgMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DA6x6QLlBbs/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/Sfvj6aqqgMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DA6x6QLlBbs/s320/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105176653299906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, one of my favorite things is a summer rain.  well, it's not quite summer, but I still love the rain.  Today it rained all day...and when I walked out of my job to go home for the weekend, I looked off in the distance and saw something beautiful!  Isn't it lovely?  THe mountains had sort of a fog around them.  I just had to take some pictures of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-946617242630594785?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/946617242630594785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=946617242630594785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/946617242630594785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/946617242630594785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/isnt-it-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Lovely?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/Sfvj6aqqgMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DA6x6QLlBbs/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7600564479988203984</id><published>2009-04-30T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:11:02.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got to Stand For Something</title><content type='html'>Okay, bloggers, I'm back and I've got something I've just been itching to say. &lt;br /&gt;     How many of you saw the Miss USA pageant?  Well, if you didn't see it, you probably don't even know who won.  And it's not because you didn't see it, it's because the only person in the news about it has been the runner-up, Miss California, USA, Carrie Prejean.  But just in case you're wondering, Miss North Carolina won.  And in my opinion, she deserved to win, but it's not because Miss California had a bad answer for her question.  Because I thought her answer rocked!  I thought Miss North Carolina was prettier, and not as vain. And she carried herself on stage much better in my opinion. It sounded to me through the whole competition that Miss California thought she was the best thing since sliced bread.  Even when she talked about her evening gown, she made the statement "i'm going to blow this one out of the park!" But the other girls just talked about why they liked their dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But what seems to have made headlines is something that's stupid.  I mean, since when can someone not say what she thinks?  THe question asked to her said "do you think other states should follow suit and make same sex marriage legal."  The key word is think.  But she got reemed because she didn't say the expected, vague answer.  And she was accused of not being politically correct! Since when does giving your opinion equal not being PC?  That's so stupid!  Plus, she did give both sides of the argument, by saying we live in a country that allows you to choose, but in my family we believe marriage should be between a man and a woman.  I think trying to be PC has gone way too far!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good for you, Carrie Prejean, for saying what you wanted to say. WE should all learn a lesson from you.  We should always stand up for what we believe in, no matter what it costs us!  IF you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, support those who stand up for what they believe in, whether you agree with them or not.  BEcause it's important to believe in something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-7600564479988203984?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7600564479988203984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=7600564479988203984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7600564479988203984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/7600564479988203984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/04/weve-got-to-stand-for-something.html' title='We&apos;ve Got to Stand For Something'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-8786510208894674337</id><published>2009-04-17T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:34:51.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Took The Plunge</title><content type='html'>After having about 20 people in the last month ask me to join Facebook, I decided to get a page.  So, look me up...and add me as a friend!  I don't know how much I will keep up with it...I already have a hard enough time keeping up with this blog.  But I will soon have Internet at home, which will help immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-8786510208894674337?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8786510208894674337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=8786510208894674337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8786510208894674337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8786510208894674337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-took-plunge.html' title='I Took The Plunge'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-813924704724488203</id><published>2009-03-27T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:17:26.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Has Come and Gone...</title><content type='html'>Well, another week has come and gone.  It seems the older I get, the faster life goes by.  And that really makes me feel sometimes like I'm wasting my days...Here lately, I've been feeling that there's got to be a greater purpose out there for me...something that I haven't figured out yet.  I guess we all toss around questions like that from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I had a really good trip home, even though I didn't see everyone that was on the list...I just got way too busy, and I don't think a trip home should be that stressful.  So, I decided to slow down a bit...I spent several hours with my friend, Jen, and her family.  She was probably ready to get rid of me when I finally left!  But I just haven't been able to spend time with her, and I have really missed her lately!  I also got to see my cousin, Mandy, along with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I'm going to the opera!  I am so excited.  I love the opera, but because of the cost, I rarely get to go.  This weekend, the local university is putting one on, and it's only $7 to go.  So, my friend, Stephanie, and I are going Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gotta get back to work.  I hope everyone is doing well.  Stay safe in this weekend's bad weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-813924704724488203?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/813924704724488203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=813924704724488203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/813924704724488203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/813924704724488203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-week-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Another Week Has Come and Gone...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-230277405527635985</id><published>2009-03-20T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:46:08.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I guess everyone's really busy, because I check everyone's blogs frequently and many of you haven't updated in a while!  Please update, so I can know what's going on with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Gordo this weekend...really excited about that, but it's going to be a really busy trip.  I'll get to visit with my friends Jennifer and Tess...and on saturday evening, my brother and his fiance, Timmy and Kylie, are coming over to the house...and then on Sunday on the way back home, I'm going to stop and have dinner with my sister, Lisa, and her husband, Jon. In the middle of all that I will visit with my mom and stepdad, and hopefully get to see my cousin, Mandy. So, it's going to be a jammed-pack weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news about my foot...I don't have rheumatoid arthritis or gout! that's a relief!  I only have inflamation, which should go away with the exercises I'm doing and the orthotics I just got in my shoe. Doctor says a combination of bad shoes and an uneven gait probably caused the problems.  Now, I have new shoes as well. Can't do much about the uneven gait--i've probably had it all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend everyone, and get out and enjoy the weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, happy early birthday to my friend, Noelle.  She's the girl who went to Tucson with me.  She joins the 30 club on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-230277405527635985?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/230277405527635985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=230277405527635985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/230277405527635985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/230277405527635985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3979120732620809228</id><published>2009-03-16T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:16:56.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Undogfriendly City</title><content type='html'>Chattanooga is the least dog-friendly city that I've ever lived in!  Who's ever heard of dogs not being allowed in the park?  Well, most of the parks here in Chattanooga don't allow them!  What's the point of boasting the great outdoors if your precious pooch can't enjoy it with you!  Dogs aren't allowed on the riverwalk, they're not allowed at Tennessee Riverpark, and they're not allowed at Coolidge park!  It's an outrage!  I set out on Sunday to enjoy an afternoon with Casey--we first tried Tennessee Riverpark, but there are signs posted everywhere--saying no dogs!  So, I decided to take a trip to Coolidge park...we walked, and I looked for signs, but there was none, so I thought I was in the clear...until a park ranger came and very nicely told me to leave!  But she did tell me where we could go...Renaissance Park allows dogs...so, we got back in the car, and headed there...By that time, the afternoon was pretty much gone, but we did enjoy about an hour walk, which was well needed, since it had been raining for like 48 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chattanooga city leaders, please here us!  Our dogs like to enjoy the outdoors, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3979120732620809228?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3979120732620809228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3979120732620809228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3979120732620809228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3979120732620809228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/undogfriendly-city.html' title='Undogfriendly City'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2194415837967396562</id><published>2009-03-13T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:51:40.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, the good news is I am no longer sick and my foot appears to be getting better (yea!). It still hurts, but not near as bad as it has. I have to go back to the foot doctor next week.&lt;br /&gt;   The bad news is it's supposed to rain all weekend!  I had hoped to go on a hike...just to get a little time outdoors...either at one of our national parks or at Rock City.  And My dog, Casey, would have loved the walk!  But it looks like I will be stuck in the house listening to the rain. :(&lt;br /&gt;    I'm going home to Gordo next weekend. I'm looking forward to seeing my mom and stepdad, and my friends.  It will also be the first time I get to see my friend, Jennifer's, new baby boy. He was born in January.  And my mom is going to help me with my taxes.  Can you believe I haven't filed yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have a good weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2194415837967396562?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2194415837967396562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2194415837967396562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2194415837967396562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2194415837967396562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-weekend.html' title='A Rainy Weekend'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5181624359785928</id><published>2009-03-04T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:45:43.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Relay Team and tidbits</title><content type='html'>Well, as sad as it is, I'm not going to be able to have a team for Relay For Life.  I could not get the eight people needed for a team.  And that's really frustrating!  Oh well!  I may volunteer anyway that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I don't feel well.  I went to bed early last night not  feeling well, then today, woke up with a sore throat.  I came to work today, but I feel lousy.  Plan on going home tonight and going to bed early again...and on top of that, my foot and ankle have been hurting for two and a half weeks now.  I went to the doctor, and there are several reasons it could be hurting...I have to go back on the 18th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to South Carolina for a visit last weekend.  Olivia did so good at fine arts!  She made it to nationals for her piano piece and her short sermon.  I'm so proud of her!  I had to leave early sunday because of the impending snow.  So, I didn't get to attend church.  I was really sad.  I got to Atlanta, and it was snowing so hard.  But as soon as I made it on the other side and started working my way toward Tennessee, it stopped! We didn't get any snow in Chattanooga! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5181624359785928?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5181624359785928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5181624359785928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5181624359785928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5181624359785928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-relay-team-and-tidbits.html' title='No Relay Team and tidbits'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-830289881576160061</id><published>2009-02-25T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:05:50.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay For Life</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to participate in Relay for Life, and this year, I am taking steps to do so.  But I can't get enough people to commit to this good cause.  I called the American Cancer Society today, and they told me I need eight to 15 people for my team, since someone has to be on the track at all times.  I have three committed, two others that might do it.  But that's only five!  So, if you want to be a part of our team, please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-830289881576160061?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/830289881576160061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=830289881576160061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/830289881576160061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/830289881576160061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay For Life'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-857612034616896615</id><published>2009-02-19T12:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:22:15.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SC Bound!</title><content type='html'>I am really excited!  Next Friday (feb 27th),  I'm going to Greenville for a visit.  I miss everyone so much, and haven't ruled out moving back there at some point.  Fine Arts competition is that weekend, and Olivia is competing.  So, I will be going to Columbia with her on Saturday.  But Friday and Sunday will be spent in Greenville with friends.  I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-857612034616896615?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/857612034616896615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=857612034616896615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/857612034616896615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/857612034616896615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/sc-bound.html' title='SC Bound!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5637951819453359958</id><published>2009-02-13T23:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:00:06.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Valentine?</title><content type='html'>It's time for my least favorite holiday of the year...you might say I'm a Valentines Day Scrooge.  I don't like the whole concept.  Why must you have a date on the calendar that tells you when to show someone you love them?  You should do that all year long!  To me, a valentine is someone who showers you with love 365 days of the year...not just February 14th.  Don't get me wrong...when I am with someone, I do always hope for wonderful gifts on Valentines Day...but I also hope that I will have fresh flowers on my table most of the time.  So, my lesson for you: love on those you love this Valentines Day, but don't forget to do the same on June 12th or March 30th or October 15th...because they deserve knowing how much you adore them everyday of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5637951819453359958?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5637951819453359958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5637951819453359958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5637951819453359958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5637951819453359958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-valentine.html' title='What is a Valentine?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-5876302342890824061</id><published>2009-01-29T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:46:27.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes about our trip</title><content type='html'>Noelle and I thoroughly enjoyed our 30th birthday trip to Tucson, Arizona.  We got to see the city and the desert(which was the highlight of the trip).  We also got to spend time at Old Tucson Studios.  If you've ever seen a western, or watched "little house on the prairie", chances are you'll recognize some of the buildings and scenery there, because many of them were shot there.  The desert is beautiful...nothing like the southeast, where I live.  And the weather during the winter is awesome.  It was 75 degrees and sunny during the day.  at night, we had to wear sleeves...it dropped to about 40 degrees.  The food there was amazing!  We had Mexican, Southwestern, Jewish, Greek, and Italian food during our stay.    And the people were very hospitable. I would recommend this trip to anyone, but go in the winter!  I hear it gets plum miserable during the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-5876302342890824061?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5876302342890824061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=5876302342890824061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5876302342890824061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/5876302342890824061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/notes-about-our-trip.html' title='Notes about our trip'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-7736735086161659014</id><published>2009-01-28T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:29:34.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From My 30th Birthday Trip to Tucson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731712037828&amp;amp;site=widget-c4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731712037828&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/p1/3242591731712037828/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I will spend the night there and catch a plane the next morning for Tucson, Arizona! I am so excited, I can barely contain myself! My friend, Noelle, is meeting me there and we will be staying until Monday! We are staying at the most awesome hotel--The Westin La Paloma Resort &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.westinlapalomaresort.com"&gt;www.westinlapalomaresort.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be such a relaxing trip. I am looking forward to some downtime with one of my best friends! We plan to attend dillinger days, which is a street festival they're having downtown. We also plan to go to Old Tucson Studios...and we are going to go hiking in one of the national parks there. I will definately post pictures once I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4876241997742089551?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4876241997742089551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4876241997742089551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4876241997742089551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4876241997742089551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/headed-to-sunnywarm-southwest.html' title='Headed to the Sunny/Warm Southwest!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-2797496761706826033</id><published>2009-01-12T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:32:18.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of Robbie</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days, I've been thinking about my brother, Robbie, a lot.  Robbie died after a long battle with Leukemia 12 years ago.  The anniversary of his death was Friday.   There's still sadness when I think about losing my brother at such an early age.  Robbie and I were very close.  He was three years younger than me, and we had our fights just like any siblings, but at the end of the day, we loved each other very much.  He died my senior year of high school, when he was only 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie would be 27 years old now, and I find myself wondering what he would be like.  More than likely, he would be married, because he always had girls following him around...and always a couple on his arm. I don't know what he would have decided to do as a career. But I do know that he and I would still be close today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have questioned God a lot in the past...why would He take Robbie away from us after such a short time?  But as much as I've grieved over the past 12 years, and as much as my family has grieved, I have to trust the Lord.  I know I wouldn't be the person I am today without facing my brother's death.   I also know that God helped me through those rough times, and sent friends to help me through it.  I had some really good friends during my brother's fight with cancer, and when he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he is in Heaven, waiting on us to join him.  He loved the Lord with all his heart.  But it doesn't make us on earth miss him any less.  I still tear up when I think about him...even after 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I think about him, I just want to say, "I love you, Robbie, and I'll see you on the other side."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-2797496761706826033?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2797496761706826033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=2797496761706826033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2797496761706826033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/2797496761706826033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-of-robbie.html' title='Thinking of Robbie'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-3793807932418895120</id><published>2008-12-31T17:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:46:25.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SVwEBanL0RI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tG9Kd-Q21Bk/s1600-h/new+year1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286104484996174098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SVwEBanL0RI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tG9Kd-Q21Bk/s400/new+year1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I sit and think about the end of 2008 and a new beginning in 2009, I am glad for the chance to start again. 2007 was a wonderful year for me, and as I entered 2008, I just knew it was going to be a great year. I had vowed to lose the extra weight I seem to have carried all my life, and become a much healthier person. I had also vowed to travel more, and I made a list of about five places I wanted to visit.&lt;br /&gt;But 2008 was a year of hardship, of heartache, and of moving on. I didn't lose the weight. I didn't travel more, and I spent most of the year trying to be happy again. I had a really bad breakup, and had to move because with a new boss, my job went sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the New Year has me thinking about the words of the famous new year's song "Auld Lang Syne". If you don't know the words, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?&lt;br /&gt;                  Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?&lt;br /&gt;                  For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,&lt;br /&gt;                  we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?&lt;br /&gt;                  Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?&lt;br /&gt;                 And here's a hand, my trusty friend And gie's a hand o' thine&lt;br /&gt;                We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should we forget the days that have gone by? Sometimes I think yes, but other times, I think no. Because if you forget where you've been, then you can't learn anything for the future.&lt;br /&gt;So, as you enter the New Year, Thank God for where you've been, and the trials He's brought you through. Because we're still standing today, despite the things that have happened, or the people that seek to destroy us. And look forward to the New Year, and the new beginnings. Because the coming year, 2009, is going to be great! I just know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-3793807932418895120?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3793807932418895120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=3793807932418895120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3793807932418895120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/3793807932418895120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/SVwEBanL0RI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tG9Kd-Q21Bk/s72-c/new+year1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-8506748295578815163</id><published>2008-12-25T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:24:56.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Christmas</title><content type='html'>I've been in the Television business since 2002, and since 2002, I've had to work every Christmas, except for one.  I didn't work last Christmas, and that was a gift in itself to be able to be with my family on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This year, I sit inside the newsroom at Channel three in Chattanooga, and I wish I could be home with my family.  My mom passed around the phone this morning and I talked to all my family at her house...my mom, stepdad, grandmother, my sister and her husband, my brother and his fiance.  And it was great just getting to hear their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the first time I actually enjoy the people I'm spending Christmas with.  The people I work with here are so great, and I have actually enjoyed today, even though I've had to work.  The crew that's working today are the "newby's"...all of us don't have the seniority, so we have to work while others get the holiday off.  It's the nature of the business, the news must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not the only ones...I went into Waffle House today, and those poor people were so busy! It seems everyone went to get a late breakfast at Waffle House this morning...there were so many people in there, and I found myself feeling sorry for the people working there.  At least my job isn't as demanding as there's today.  Holidays are usually pretty easy in the news business.  So, thank you waffle house workers for making my food today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of this to say--enjoy your time with your family and friends this holiday season...and Thank God for all the time you get to spend with them.  Because there are some who can't be with their families on the holidays...as for me, I'm heading to see family tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-8506748295578815163?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8506748295578815163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=8506748295578815163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8506748295578815163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/8506748295578815163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-on-christmas.html' title='Working on Christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-4110473112119122444</id><published>2008-12-25T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:42:55.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loop Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Check out the pictures and video from our Christmas party.  The Loop is a young adult group I'm involved in for ages 20s and 30s...we had a great time.&lt;a href="http://theloopchattanooga.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theloopchattanooga.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-4110473112119122444?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4110473112119122444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=4110473112119122444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4110473112119122444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/4110473112119122444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/loop-christmas-party.html' title='The Loop Christmas Party'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868989.post-1930136989909379085</id><published>2008-12-24T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:22:59.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.  Things have been so busy, Christmas has really snuck up on me this year.  I'm working today and tomorrow, as I usually have to do.  It's the curse of being a tv news producer.  But I do get to go home for the weekend and see my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom today.  She says everyone's coming over for the annual Christmas Eve celebration...the celebration that I have missed every year, except for last year.  It's really sad...I always feel like I'm on the outside.  Mom says they're having hordouvers...and exchanging gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll work  tomorrow, then head to my dad's home, which is really close--about an hour away.  I will celebrate Christmas with him and my stepmom tomorrow night...&lt;br /&gt;then I'll head to my mom's in Gordo on Friday morning, where I will get to spend Christmas weekend with my mom, stepdad, grandmother, and probably my brother, Timmy, and his fiance.  Lisa and Jon probably won't be there, but I hope that changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the time at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a Merry Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;I hope Santa treats everyone good, and don't forget while you're opening presents to celebrate Jesus' birthday, too.  After all, He's the reason for the season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868989-1930136989909379085?l=ntidmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1930136989909379085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868989&amp;postID=1930136989909379085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1930136989909379085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868989/posts/default/1930136989909379085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntidmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917180433811408171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_ijVnakdy4/S6mhXXU1DHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/aCpg-gVDOhU/S220/this+one.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
