<?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-8567197</id><updated>2011-08-14T10:38:34.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Trois Amis</title><subtitle type='html'>once upon a time there were three best friends known as "the triplets", this is their story...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-111621531746873923</id><published>2005-05-15T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:48:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Well, I think it's safe to say that this blog is dead!  The last entry was March 27.  I don't even remember the month of March anymore.  I think you would all agree with me that it's probably just time to say good bye once and for all.  Thanks to all those who read along, it's been fun!  Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-111621531746873923?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/111621531746873923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=111621531746873923' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111621531746873923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111621531746873923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-long-goodbye.html' title='So Long, Goodbye'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-111198288384263686</id><published>2005-03-27T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:37:26.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>U-Haul Full of Memories</title><content type='html'>Well, it was only a matter of time. Since both of my blogging buddies have moved out on me, I thought I should find a place of my own as well. It's just down the street so feel free to &lt;a href="http://kissichrissy.blogspot.com"&gt;stop by &lt;/a&gt;anytime. I'll leave the light on for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-111198288384263686?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/111198288384263686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=111198288384263686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111198288384263686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111198288384263686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/03/u-haul-full-of-memories.html' title='U-Haul Full of Memories'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-111041926105942646</id><published>2005-03-09T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:47:41.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Wonderful</title><content type='html'>My sister and her husband are celebrating their third wedding anniversary today. An amazing feat,in my opinion, considering how much they argued at the beginning. The third anniversary is the leather anniversary, by the way. Until recently, I had only heard of the silver and golden anniversary, but apparently each one has its own "theme"...or whatever you want to call it. When I get married, I think it would be a cute little tradition to exchange gifts that go along with the theme each year. This is assuming that I even get married though...the fact that my sister was 22 when she married and I'm not even dating anyone is slowly but surely giving me an ulcer. I'm really hoping that God's plan for me doesn't include a life of celibacy, but the more time that goes by the more I have to wonder. But then again, I could meet my future husband tomorrow afternoon. I will have to pencil that into my day planner: "March 10th, run into dream guy. Wear something nice." I do need to go to the grocery store tomorrow. Cruising down the frozen aisle, maybe we will both grab for the last box of blueberry toaster strudels. Our hands will graze one another. We will look up. Eyes will meet. The twinkle will not be a reflection of the flickerling fluorescent lighting. No, it will be love baby. We will fly off to Las Vegas that very night and be married at the Ali Baba Drivethru Wedding Chapel. I could be a Mrs. by the end of the week. Okay on second thought, let's hope it's not like that. Let's hope it's far from that. But if you don't hear from me for a few days, you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, wedge shoes are going to be hot this spring, so go buy some. This applies to girls only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-111041926105942646?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/111041926105942646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=111041926105942646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111041926105942646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111041926105942646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-wonderful.html' title='Hello, Wonderful'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-111025628252627082</id><published>2005-03-07T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:39:29.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I have a brand new hairdo, with my eyelashes all in curl, I float as the clouds on air do, I enjoy being a girl!</title><content type='html'>What follows is an actual diary I wrote when I was ten years old. I don't think I could be this funny now if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/23&lt;br /&gt;Today I broke up with Cody. Why you ask? Because he's a four-timer, that's why. Got to go. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/27&lt;br /&gt;Today I got into a big fight with Jennifer. She told Keith I wanted to marry him because I told Mrs. Cobb our teacher that she locked all the bathroom doors and no one could get in. And she did. And she always teases me. I'm never going to be her friend again. Now Jessica and Kelli are my best friends. I sat by them at lunch today. They said I could whenever I want. They are really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/29&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't wrote for a while. I'm still not Jennifer's friend. Our teacher said I could sit by Kelli and Jessica from now on because we don't talk. Today is Tuesday so we had p.e. My favorite. I also had dance class 4:00 to 5:00. On Mondays I got to ballet and tap. Well got to go. Maybe tomorrow I can make up with Jennifer. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/31&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's April Fools Day and Mrs. Cobb's birthday. I've got a lot of tricks up my sleeve. I got our teacher a book and a card. She's going to be surprised! There's this boy in my class named Josh. He's got Josh germs. And no one likes him. And in the other 4th grade class there's a girl named Amber. She's got Amber germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/1&lt;br /&gt;I like Jennifer. April Fools! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/2&lt;br /&gt;Hi! It's me. Today we had early out at 1:30. I watched TGIF. Jennifer said my mom and dad spoil me. They do. But it's none of her business. She's jealous because her grandma doesn't like her. No one likes her. Except her boyfriend Brandon. And he pretends he likes her. When we were friends I memorized her phone number. But now I can't get it out of my mind. I don't know what to do. But I do know I don't like Jennifer. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/5&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer is such a baby. She fixes her hair like Shirley Temple every Monday. And when she doesn't her grandma fixes it. She talks like Mrs. Piggy and likes stupid shows like Flipper and Lassie. She's a dog and laughs like a pig. No wonder no one likes her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/6&lt;br /&gt;It was the usual day with coody girl. I had to sit with her at lunch. She said I talked like Minnie Mouse. I told her she was a baby. She told me my room is a mess (it's not.) I told her that her house is teeni tiny. But about a half hour ago I wrote her a note saying I was sorry and wanted to be her friend. But not her best friend. I'm so excited I made the A honor roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/8&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Kelli are really great. Not at all like Jennifer. They are really caring. If you look sad or something they ask you if you're feeling well. And if you're down they always try to cheer you up. A boy in class likes me. But I don't want to go out with him because it will ruin my reputation. He really thinks I'm pretty. But I don't know if that's the only reason he likes me. I'm not a dumb bimbo. If that's the only reason he likes me there's no way I'll say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/9&lt;br /&gt;No school! Conference is today. I got all As. We went out to eat with grandma and grandpa and then we went to the Easter play. Some of it was scary, some was happy, and some was really really sad. How could they do that to Jesus, the son of God? One of the greatest people on earth. Jesus is the one who loves us. God loves us too. They love us very much. And I love them more than any one in the world. And he's the best! Ps. I've got a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/10&lt;br /&gt;My secret is that we didn't go to the Easter play. It was packed and we couldn't even have a parking place. We went to the movies instead. We saw Forever Young. It was really good but not as good as the Easter play would be. All well I've seen it a lot. And tomorrow is Easter Sunday. We always get a lot of candy from the parent rabbits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/19&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of lots of friends. But my two best friends were absent. So I played with Janna at recess. Janna acts like a cat. But it isn't funny because she was born like that. Jana said she made out with a cat. That's one reason I don't like her. I don't hate her. I don't hate anyone except Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/22&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer's my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/29&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, Jennifer is my best friend. I decided to forgive her We do everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/6&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love! Who is he? A babe with blonde hair named Jeff. Everyone knows he likes me but he is too shy to ask me out! To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/11&lt;br /&gt;He tickels me at recess and he sits by me whenever he can. He's a babe. But how do I tell him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends the month long chronicle of my fourth grade year. I can't believe I was so horribly mean!! I do remember that cat girl, she was pretty freaky. As for Jennifer, she moved at the end of the year and I was very sad. I kinda remember that Jeff guy, but I don't think we ever "went out" Oh oh, oh, maybe I will find all their pictures in the year book and post them. Assuming I can figure out how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-111025628252627082?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/111025628252627082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=111025628252627082' title='110 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111025628252627082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/111025628252627082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-i-have-brand-new-hairdo-with-my.html' title='When I have a brand new hairdo, with my eyelashes all in curl, I float as the clouds on air do, I enjoy being a girl!'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>110</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110991799017030484</id><published>2005-03-04T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:36:09.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole stands for 22!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;iCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nteresting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;aring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;lympic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;aughable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ncouragable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eally cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;armonious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;(not O again...)utragous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ynamic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;cstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;uperfantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!  Happy 22nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110991799017030484?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110991799017030484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110991799017030484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110991799017030484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110991799017030484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/03/nicole-stands-for-22.html' title='Nicole stands for 22!'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110953401291978830</id><published>2005-02-27T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:53:32.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Admirer</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me roses yesterday.  I got them while I was at work but the card, interestingly enough, was blank.  So, I think someone is trying to tell me something, but they apparently forgot what it was they were going to tell me.  Now, everyone has their assumptions as to whom the roses are from, but I've not entirely convinced yet.  I sat and pondered a list of suspects but that took about 20 seconds, since I only had one.  Still, it just doesn't make sense!  Don't get me wrong, the roses were a pleasant surprise and I loved them, but I just wish that I knew, for sure, who they were from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110953401291978830?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110953401291978830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110953401291978830' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110953401291978830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110953401291978830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/secret-admirer.html' title='Secret Admirer'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110879746044898835</id><published>2005-02-19T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:46:15.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1,032,200</title><content type='html'>I can hear all ya'll bejeweled addicts cryin... you need a tissue or somethin??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110879746044898835?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110879746044898835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110879746044898835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110879746044898835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110879746044898835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/1032200.html' title='1,032,200'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110879873604291665</id><published>2005-02-19T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:38:56.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shot through the heart and you're too late, you gave love a bad name..."</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm officially not dating until further notice from God.  I know what you're thinking and no, I haven't gone crazy.  It's just, uh...I'm tired of the dating game.  I mean, don't get me wrong, dating can be wonderful, if you date responsibly.  Otherwise things just seem to fall apart and cause everyone pain.  And after a while you just find yourself wondering where "Mr. Right" is and what the heck is taking him so long.  I guess I'm just starting to learn that there is more to my lovelife than I realized.  I mean, I've spent something like 5 years dating on and off, breaking up and falling in love and in that time I've neglected the most important aspect of my lovelife: my relationship with God.  So I've been asking myself, "How's your lovelife with God?"  Ok, maybe that sounds strange to some of you, but I mean really, think about it.  The Bible says in 1 John 4:16 that "God is love."  So my question is, if God is unconditional love and you haven't learned to love Him and accept that He loves you, then how can you possibly expect to have that kind of lovelife with a human being?  Needless to say, this dating thing isn't as easy as some people make it look.  I'm seriously just hoping that I figure it out someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110879873604291665?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110879873604291665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110879873604291665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110879873604291665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110879873604291665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/shot-through-heart-and-youre-too-late.html' title='&quot;Shot through the heart and you&apos;re too late, you gave love a bad name...&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110875068081496236</id><published>2005-02-18T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T12:18:00.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Treasure's Trove</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I blogged like, two hours ago but I have to share something that we were talking about in Consumer Behavior. There's this new children's book out called the Treasure's Trove. In it are clues and algorithms about REAL TREASURES hidden in the US. There are twelve treasures and some are worth over a half million dollars. Supposedly, none are on private property and you don't have to dig for them or anything like that. I'm gonna try to find the book (they said book stores are having a hard time keeping up with demand) and then I'm going on a treasure hunt. Who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110875068081496236?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110875068081496236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110875068081496236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110875068081496236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110875068081496236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/treasures-trove.html' title='A Treasure&apos;s Trove'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110874618865248939</id><published>2005-02-18T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:16:53.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Vertical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I would rather be horizontal.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a tree with my root in the soil&lt;br /&gt;Sucking up minerals and motherly love&lt;br /&gt;So that each March I may gleam into leaf,&lt;br /&gt;Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed&lt;br /&gt;Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,&lt;br /&gt;Unknowing I must soon unpetal.&lt;br /&gt;Compared with me, a tree is immortal&lt;br /&gt;And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,&lt;br /&gt;And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm at school right now and am in the middle of a two hour break. Normally, I only have one hour between my last two classes, but today we're having a "work day" in Marketing Research and didn't have to go to class. So I'm in the computer lab trying to entertain myself. My high score in Bejeweled is now 487,000...not even close to Terra's, but I'm pretty stoked about it. (Stoked???) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr...this guy sitting beside me keeps looking at my computer and it's really bugging me. Hey guy, if you can see what I'm typing then please divert your eyes to your own screen. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, continuing...work has been very slow all week and I haven't had much homework to do, so when it comes to entertaining myself, I've been left to my own devices. Since I work in a bank drivethru, we're obviously looking out a window all day. And you can see some pretty fascinating things if you look out a window long enough, especially when people don't know they're being watched. Across the street from us we have a perfect view of two different business. One is a CPA firm and the other is a &lt;em&gt;Funeral Home&lt;/em&gt;!! Creepy...but I'll get back to that one later. There's a girl who works at the CPA firm who is an obvious chain smoker. I work between three and four hours a day and I bet I see her take a smoke break at least 8 or 9 times throughout that period...I think she saw me watching her the other day too. Whoops! Back to the funeral home, though. There's some really shady stuff going down over there. This man who works there comes out about every twenty or thirty minutes and does the exact same thing each time. He brings a wheel barrel full of stuff, goes over to the dumpster, dumps whatever it is into the dumpster, and goes back inside. He does this like 10 times a day!! There are always stray animals around the dumpster too...there's like two different dogs that hang out over near it, and some cats too. And a few days ago two men drove up beside it, one with a suit on, the other in jeans. They went over to the dumpster and were pointing at something and then got out a &lt;em&gt;metal detector&lt;/em&gt;! It was so weird. And the girls who work in the mornings say that they've seen caskets being delivered! I wonder what he keeps dumping in there though? Body fluid? Old clothes? Body parts?!!?!? I'm so curious I can't take it anymore. One of these nights the girl I work with and I are gonna go over and have a little looksy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, why am I always the one to write incredibly long blogs? I've also noticed that I use ellipses very liberally...I'll have to work on that...oops there I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy weekend guys!&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110874618865248939?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110874618865248939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110874618865248939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110874618865248939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110874618865248939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-vertical.html' title='I Am Vertical'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110859927987850859</id><published>2005-02-16T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:14:39.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Take Friendship Personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've realized that Anberlin is slowly becoming one of my favorite bands of all time.  Their new cd &lt;em&gt;Never Take Friendship Personal &lt;/em&gt;is just as awesome as their first.  And to top it off, they are coming back to the area for another show.  It doesn't get any better than this!!  I finished reading &lt;em&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/em&gt; sometime last week and it's a must read.  It really challenged me not only in my day to day life, but in my faith as well.  Now I'm dusting off my copy of &lt;em&gt;East of Eden&lt;/em&gt; and preparing for round two.  With only two books down in February, I'm really starting to wonder if I'll ever be able to read 15 books by the end of the semester.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110859927987850859?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110859927987850859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110859927987850859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110859927987850859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110859927987850859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/never-take-friendship-personal.html' title='Never Take Friendship Personal'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110771932375714839</id><published>2005-02-06T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T13:48:43.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One For The Home Team</title><content type='html'>Well, I finished book #1 of my semester reading list....&lt;em&gt;Don't Sleep With Your Drummer&lt;/em&gt; by Jen Sincero, at about 2:00 this morning.  I honestly wouldn't recommend this book to anyone unless you were just looking for something to waste three hours of your life on.  I mean, it had its funny parts but overall it was mostly an embarrassing tale of a girl's journey to rock and roll stardom.   The next book I intend to read is &lt;em&gt;Blue&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Like Jazz&lt;/em&gt;  which Terra says is a great book.  My fingers are crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110771932375714839?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110771932375714839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110771932375714839' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110771932375714839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110771932375714839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-for-home-team.html' title='One For The Home Team'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110737892119366558</id><published>2005-02-02T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:15:21.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bejeweled, bedazzled, beware!!</title><content type='html'>So, 3 of my 4 classes were cancelled today but I've had to wait around for a seminar that I am required to attend.. so I've been spending the afternoon playing Bejeweled 2.  My top score 210, 800.  Beat it.  You must play the Action type that is timed, no wussing out on me.   &lt;a href="http://zone.msn.com/en/bejeweled2/default"&gt;http://zone.msn.com/en/bejeweled2/default&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110737892119366558?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110737892119366558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110737892119366558' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110737892119366558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110737892119366558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/bejeweled-bedazzled-beware.html' title='Bejeweled, bedazzled, beware!!'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110730068683179985</id><published>2005-02-01T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:31:26.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shifting through frame by frame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, my goal this semester is to read 15 books.  Okay, so some of you are thinking, "What a lame goal!" but seriously, this is something I need to do.  I use to have crazy mad reading skills and now that I'm older, reading has been minimized to carrying a non-texbook in my backpack.  Pretty bad, huh? Yeah, it is, I know.  So, if you guys have an suggestions of books that I should absolutely read, then please let me know.  Otherwise I will have to resort to reading my textbooks.  This semesters choices: Administration of P.E, Consumer Health, or Measurement &amp; Evaluation of P.E. and Exercise Science.  Help me, please!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110730068683179985?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110730068683179985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110730068683179985' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110730068683179985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110730068683179985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/02/shifting-through-frame-by-frame.html' title='shifting through frame by frame'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110687370419600872</id><published>2005-01-27T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:45:51.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is me</title><content type='html'>ratemyprofessor.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard of this? If so...why didn't anyone tell me about it...&lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; enrolling in Dr. Carter's Principles of Finance class?? I was just told about the site today, from Dr. Carter himself of all people. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Worst teacher i have had. All the class is is he asks you if you have any questions. No one has a clue about what material will be on the test. He leaves class at least once during the hour time period-every day. DO NOT TAKE THIS TEACHER.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TAKE THIS CLASS WITH DR. CARTER. i dont knw why he is still teaching--if that is what you call his asking if the class has any questions approach.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it was a bad sign when he told us on the first day of class, and I quote, "At the end of the semester, after you get done hating me, you will thank me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110687370419600872?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110687370419600872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110687370419600872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110687370419600872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110687370419600872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/01/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe is me'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110593631797987374</id><published>2005-01-16T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:31:57.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a battle you can't win...</title><content type='html'>Well, Dallas was a bust.  The first day we spent approx. 3 hours looking for a store, during which Nicole, who was driving, got very upset... you can ask her for more details.  Then later in the day  we went to see Jimmy Eat World and when we got to the show we realized that it was very odd that there were only about 5 people in line ahead of us and it was an hour and a half until the show.  Ten minutes later a guy walks by and says, "You guys know the Jimmy show is cancelled, right??"  Of course, we didn't believe him until someone checked their website where it said the show was cancelled due to a family emergency.  So, I went around the corner of the building, cried a few tears, and then came back so we could decide what to do.  ::qualifier - Jimmy Eat World is one of my favoritist bands in whole wide world and I have never seen them in a club setting so it is shockin of how "well" i took the news::  Then we spent the next day shopping, and none of us found much of what we were hoping for.  But Nicole got to see her dad (who lives there) so that was good, and I think we all had a good time with each other.   It was a bummer to not get to see Jimmy though.  However, I have tomorrow to chill before school starts again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110593631797987374?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110593631797987374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110593631797987374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110593631797987374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110593631797987374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-battle-you-cant-win.html' title='it&apos;s a battle you can&apos;t win...'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110481669776353139</id><published>2005-01-03T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:45:35.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is a new year...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that it's a little late, but happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how fast this year has flown by. It's weird, isn't it, how when you're little the days and the weeks and the months creep by so slowly and how it seems as though Christmas will never come. And now it's almost as though you get through Christmas and just manage to shout "Happy New Year!" and you blink for what seems like only a second when you realize that the Christmas season is starting all over again. It's sad in a way to think that when you grow older you become too busy to enjoy the excitement and the anticipation the way you did as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how quickly the year went by, it has certainly been a wonderful one...and one of many changes (for the better) When I look back to where I was a year ago and where I am now I can see how much I have changed and how happier I am today. I have totally left the crack addicted, sex maniac, meth lab for a house Christina behind (just kidding...about being a crack addicted, sex maniac, meth maker in the first place...not about leaving it behind...as if you needed an explanation :-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I go back to school in just two weeks. I'm both dreading it and really looking forward to it. Dreading it because I'm taking flipping 18 hours and looking forward to it because, well it's school and I like school. My Consumer Behavior teacher emailed me today and she seems super nice. She emailed us places where we can get our books crazy cheap and said that she looks forward to meeting us, blah, blah, blah. The past couple weeks have been wonderful, though. I've finally had the chance to loaf around and relax which was greatly, greatly, needed. Sometimes doing absolutely nothing is the best feeling of all. But I'm sure I'll get sick of it soon enough so it's a good thing that school is starting back up when it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading &lt;em&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/em&gt; today. Loved it! It's one of the best books I've ever read...but of course, every book I like somehow becomes "one of the best books I've ever read." But I cried through the whole thing which instantly makes it worthy enough to be categorized as such. The latter part of the book takes place during WWI and there was one passage that I thought was really interesting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Last time I asked for sauerkraut he chased me out of the store" complained Neely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You've got to ask for Liberty Cabbage now, you dope," said Francie. "Did you know they changed Hamburg Avenue to Wilson Avenue?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally reminded me of the whole "freedom fries" thing and this book was written around 1943...crazy how some things don't change! But now I have to figure out what I'm going to read next. I want to start reading through the Chronicles of Narnia which I got for Christmas, but I'd like to wait until I get this other book&lt;em&gt; Biblical Truths in C.S. Lewis's The Chronicles of Narnia &lt;/em&gt;first so that I can read them together. It's only $9 on amazon so if someone wants to get me an out of the blue present, that would be grand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a ton of movies this weekend: Saved, Dodgeball, Napoleon dynamite (twice), Anaconda, and part of Amelie...I was too tired to finish it so I'll have to finish it tomorrow or Wednesday. Hmm, what else have I done lately? Ah, I've majorly cleaned my room and sold a bunch of clothes on ebay. I'm redecorating my room so I'm having to clear a bunch of stuff out. I'll probably paint it sometime this week which is going to be so much fun. I've been spending a lot of time with my family too, and of course working. Mostly I'm just trying to stay away from the mall, although the After Christmas Sales are unbelievably tempting, I can't even tell you. I'm really trying to save my money for my Dallas trip next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! I was watching the news today and they were talking about the tsunami and how they were surprised at how few animals died during it. They think that the animals could probably sense the danger and went up to higher land. Isn't that so cool?! I think that humans at one time, and some still today, had a six sense like that. But the world has become full of so many distractions that it's difficult to really feel it, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what has been going on with me...although I'm not sure anyone really cares because I think the only ones who still read this is us girls...and I just saw them last night but ah well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110481669776353139?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110481669776353139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110481669776353139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110481669776353139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110481669776353139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-this-is-new-year.html' title='So this is a new year...'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110343980420486458</id><published>2004-12-19T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T01:03:24.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Hill?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanted to say HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY TERRA!!!  We love you and hope that you have a wonderful and terrific day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110343980420486458?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110343980420486458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110343980420486458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110343980420486458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110343980420486458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/12/over-hill.html' title='Over The Hill?!?!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110317580902632894</id><published>2004-12-15T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:43:29.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, it's cold outside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The semester is over, hip-hip-horray!  Those FINAL days liked to have killed me:  three tests one day, another the next, and then yet another... and these weren't easy multiple choice tests people.  These were hard, HARD, tests!  But alas, I am through!  ::jumps for joy::  I find myself now sitting around going, "Oh, what homework am I forgetting???  Oh wait!  I'm not... 'cause I'm through!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I finally finished my annual Christmas CD and if you're lucky you'll get one... it's the best one I've made so far, but that isn't saying much because last years was pretty bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week lightening struck my house and blew out the speakers on my computer... it was very sad.  I clicked them on and all I could hear was a hum... which I remember Aaron told me that when speakers hum like that it's because they are blown.  So, I called him and he said he had extra ones that I could have... for free!  Nothing like free... and he gave me a free mouse as a bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christina left this candy stick (kind of like a candy cane) at my house and I keep eating part of it and getting it stuck in my teeth and then forgetting and picking it up to take another bite at which point I realize it is again stuck in my teeth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw Ocean's 12, it was very good.  I liked it almost as much as the first one.  There was this cool french guy in it that I liked very much, he did a good job.  Now I really want to see Spanglish... and Lemony Snicket.  But mostest of all I want to see The Phantom of the Opera.  I'm going to go ahead and say that Phantom will be my new favorite movie.  On a side note, if you haven't already... go out and buy Hero cause it is an awesome, beautiful movie.  I'm going to buy it tomorrow and no, you can't borrow mine.  Unless your name is Jana, and then rightfully you can, cause I have like 10 of your dvd's right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Christmas present making time... better get to it if I'm going to have it done on time.  Us girls is having a Christmas party/present exchange and it is going to be awesomeness.  But I better bust it if I'm gonna have the presents done by then.  Jaron's supposed to come over and talk to me while I make them... I'm counting on that cause I always get frustrated when making other people things, they never go as planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of us girls, we is going to see Jimmy Eat World during the break and we are all super-excited.  Or will be as soon as Lauren buys her ticket!!  Dallas, shopping, Jimmy, here we come....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110317580902632894?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110317580902632894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110317580902632894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110317580902632894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110317580902632894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='baby, it&apos;s cold outside.'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110296764358137645</id><published>2004-12-13T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:05:39.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giga-HUH?</title><content type='html'>Gigaflop, Teraflop, Gigaherz, Nanosecond...PICOSECOND?? What the heck, why can't you just say "fast, really fast, and super duper fast?" Ugh, I think my brain is about to explode. I hate computers...seriously I do. You think I'm over-exaggerating like usual, don't you? Well, I suppose you're right. I guess I don't exactly &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; computers...despite the fact that I tend to break every one I look at...but learning about them? That's a whole different story. I have no interest in learning about computers AT ALL, but despite my obvious loathing for the subject, I've been forced to, and it's times like these, when preparing for an isys test, that I begin to regret being a business major in the first place. Ugh, why didn't I go into something more theoretical and less "right or wrong." I should've been an english major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy all of you who are through with finals. I feel like I've been studying for my last two (which are tomorrow) nonstop to the point of nausea. I feel as though my brain is full and is bursting at the seams. I swear, if I try to store even one more tidbit of information in there it's going to blow up all over the room. (I bet that conjures up a lovely mental image, doesn't it? See, I told you I should've been an english major.) But at least it'll all be over tomorrow and I can soon purge my memory of it all that useless computer jargon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I made a 96% on my organizational behavior final and an A in the class. Oh but check this out...in Personal Finance I had a 99% before the final...but ended up making a B in the class! I couldn't figure out what happened until I woke up this morning and seriously the VERY first thought I had was "Oh my gosh, I didn't put my name on the scantron!" I do some really ridiculous things some times and I have to wonder if there is something seriously wrong with my head. I emailed my teacher though and I'm praying that he will give me a grade for it but I'm really freaking out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well, I guess this ends my attempt to procrastinate more studying. But at least I go to work soon...I never thought I would say that, but compared to studying that sounds pretty good right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys...&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110296764358137645?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110296764358137645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110296764358137645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110296764358137645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110296764358137645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/12/giga-huh.html' title='Giga-HUH?'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110248329955757601</id><published>2004-12-07T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:21:39.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Time For Finals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's that season again.  Christmas lights are up, stockings are hung, and big bucks are spent buying everyone presents.  What could be better this holiday season than of course, FINALS!!!  Yes, that's right!  Finals officially start this Thursday, so if you don't hear from any of us for the next week, don't take it personally.  We're just busy...STUDYING!!!  Ok, ok, so I only  have two finals and they're probably  not going to be hard, but for those who will spend the next week completely stressed out and wired on coffee, you have my deepest sympathy.   Just make it through this week and it will be smooth sailing till January.  So, good luck to all the test takers and hang in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110248329955757601?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110248329955757601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110248329955757601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110248329955757601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110248329955757601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/12/finally-time-for-finals.html' title='Finally Time For Finals!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110153389361727290</id><published>2004-11-26T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:38:13.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells Are Ringing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll  never guess what happened to me today!  No, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;didn't get engaged, but my sister did!  Can you believe it?  It's so incredibly awesome.  The wedding date isn't set yet, but I'm sure it will happen sometime this summer and hopefully, no pressure to my sister, I'll play a major role in it....hmm, I wonder what color my dress will be?!?!  It's so exciting...picking a dress out, planning the whole wedding and of course, throwing a bachelorette party...is that how you spell that???  I don't know.  Haha.  Anyhow, I just thought you would all want to know the wonderful news.  Yea!  I'm so excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110153389361727290?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110153389361727290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110153389361727290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110153389361727290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110153389361727290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/11/wedding-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Wedding Bells Are Ringing...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110135982830447316</id><published>2004-11-24T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:17:08.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Come and Gone</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been so long since the last time I posted! I have been so busy lately and I can't believe how fast the time flys by. With all the tests and projects I've had to do lately I've barely had time to breath! But speaking of time flying by, I just glanced at the clock a second ago and saw that it was 10:55...which means that I was born exactly 22 years ago! It's so weird to think that I'm actually 22. I don't feel that old...not that 22 is ancient or anything. Haha. It's just that, I don't know, whenever I was younger and I would look at people who were in their 20s,  they just had this glow surrounding them in my eyes. Like "Wow! They are so cool I can't wait to be like that." And now that &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; in my 20s, it just doesn't feel like I thought it would. I don't feel like those sophisticated people I looked up to. I still feel like a kid. Which I think is a good thing. This has been a wonderful year for me though. I feel like I'm just now discovering what all the world has to offer and I think I'm happier now than I have ever been. I just feel like I'm in the right place, you know? I'm so blessed with such wonderful friends and family who have made my birthday so special. By the way Terra-I forgive you for pretending like my birthday didn't mean anything and making me cry. I guess you had a good reason to :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110135982830447316?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110135982830447316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110135982830447316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110135982830447316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110135982830447316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-year-come-and-gone.html' title='Another Year Come and Gone'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-110058319614914727</id><published>2004-11-15T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:46:06.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shallow pockets, darkened eyes and heavy hearts and coats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heylo! Happy Birthday to Roger! Life is going by fast... I am extremely tired and I am writing this for you guys. Somehow I'm guessing you will not be impressed. I barely remember this weekend. It went by so quickly. Friday we went to see Anberlin and that was rockin. If you haven't had the chance to see them/never heard them then go pick up their cd and catch them the next time they come close. Christina and I have bruises all up and down our knees and legs... but that's what you get I guess?? You gotta pay to listen?? We will definitely be seeing them again.  I am going to pass out I am so tired.  I hope everyone has a fantastic week, you are all in my prayers always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listen to this song, it will make you happy:  Mew - "Snow Brigade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As my father always says as a way of goodbye:  don't do anything stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Terra, the D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-110058319614914727?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/110058319614914727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=110058319614914727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110058319614914727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/110058319614914727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/11/shallow-pockets-darkened-eyes-and.html' title='shallow pockets, darkened eyes and heavy hearts and coats...'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109963394412705584</id><published>2004-11-04T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:57:26.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not to Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently the triplets have fallen off of the blog ban wagon since no one has posted in forever. But, what can I say? We are all busy gals. And now that finals are next month, its time to put it into overdrive and study, study, study. What am I talking about? Psh, I know, I'm just a Physical Education major, but hey, its crunch time for us too. I have 4 portfolios to put together, a volleyball lesson to teach, and a few weeks to go to Fayetteville High School and make a complete fool of myself as an aerobic teacher. OH BOY! Anyhow, this is just a shout out to let you know that the triplets are still alive and well and that we haven't forgotten about our totally awesome blog or our many fans...lol! Have a great rest of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109963394412705584?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109963394412705584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109963394412705584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109963394412705584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109963394412705584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not to Blog'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109762200980396199</id><published>2004-10-12T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:02:36.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Sweet Summer</title><content type='html'>Well, I think it's safe to say that fall is definitely here! I left for school at 6:45 this morning and it was so cold that I had to dig out my winter coat! I think this time of year is so exciting. You walk outside and everything smells so fresh and crisp and clean. I find it so refreshing. A lot of the customers at work today were complaining about how "nasty" it was, but I thrive on days like today. The chill just seems to put an extra pep in my step. I was walking to class today, cappuccino in hand, and just felt so happy...not for any specific reason other than the fact that I was alive and experiencing such a beautiful day...you know? Everything is just so beautiful this time of year. The little country road leading to my house is really hilly and woodsy, and today when it was sprinkling, things just seemed to sparkle. Gorgeous. This has got to be my favorite time of year. Spring and summer are great and all, but there are just so many things I love like the changing leaves and hot chocolate and watching movies by the fire that are synonymous with fall. It's just so magical...don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109762200980396199?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109762200980396199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109762200980396199' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109762200980396199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109762200980396199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title='So Long Sweet Summer'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109743033573479557</id><published>2004-10-10T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:52:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I wry?  No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Song today: The Decemberists - "Angel, Won't You Call Me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you how my weekend has been, it started on Friday with me leaving 30 minutes later than usual, and forgetting to pick Jana up (luckily she called and reminded me). Then when I get to school and I'm walking, I drop my white jacket on the wet ground and then proceed to step on it. Yes, I stepped on it. Lovely day! Then, that night at work was hectic, which I will not go into detail here. I missed the debates because the radio in the office would not tune them in well enough, can anyone give me an outline?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday night we went out "ghost hunting" and I wish we had brought a video camera, we are so dumb. Spinning around in frantic circles and screaming. This creepy guy that was at the place we went to kept trying to get us to go to places we didn't want to go to, "well you could go downstairs, there are some rooms down there." No thank you, creepy guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now it is Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, what a glorious, rainy, Sunday! Too bad I've got to spend it cleaning before church and studying for a test after church. My week will be filled with tests and baseball watching. On that note, maybe one day Fidel and Roger will start rooting for a REAL team (i.e. NOT the Yankees). One can only hope. ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109743033573479557?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109743033573479557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109743033573479557' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109743033573479557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109743033573479557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/am-i-wry-no.html' title='Am I wry?  No.'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109725666637640376</id><published>2004-10-08T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T12:31:06.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's almost noon.  I'm passing the time by sitting in the HPER computer lab, which, for those of you in the Business College, is far less impressive than yours.   I'm completely bored out of my mind and filled with a bit of dread and anxiety.  You see, today is the day that I set off on an adventure to the great outdoors.  That's right...it's time for my Outdoor Recreation class to go camping.  Although, I'm excited to get out of work for the weekend and hang out with some friends, I'm am also dreading the fact that its suppose to rain &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;weekend.  The thought of sitting out in the woods, soaking wet for the next 26 hours is just not appealing to me...anyone for a swim??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the weather might be a bit dreary, I'm hoping this weekend will really be a chance for me to re-focus on God and spend some time surrounded by His majesty.  So often, I think we get caught up in the bustle of everyday life and forget to "stop and smell the roses".  We lose focus of the important things and often times forget what our real purpose in life is.  Just like Christina, I often wonder why God ultimately placed me on this earth.  I don't think everyone's purpose is to be the next Billy Graham, but I do think that God is calling us to glorify His name in our lives.  Maybe that's by serving in your church, being an loving parent or even being a good friend...maybe it's just having a smile on your face.  I'm not sure, but I'm definitely working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109725666637640376?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109725666637640376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109725666637640376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109725666637640376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109725666637640376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109720258229931759</id><published>2004-10-07T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T22:06:22.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like a Box of Chocolates</title><content type='html'>There is nothing I love more on rainy days than curling up on the couch with my favorite blanky and a good movie. I seized that very opportunity this afternoon and watched one of my most favorite movies ever, one that I have seen only a gazillion times and can quote just about every line to (and one that, unless you've been living on a shrimping boat for the last ten years, you can guess from the title of this blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Gump is a movie that everyone can relate to in some way or another. You don't have to be a kid with braces on your legs or with an IQ of 75 to get it because in its core it's about things central to humanity. I love the part where Forrest asks his dying mother what his destiny is. That very subject is something I have been giving a lot of thought to lately. Although I have another year or so of college left to go, the end is fast approaching and I can't help but think (and even fear!) what will happen after I am handed that diploma. I mean, I'm gonna have to (cringe) get a real job! Remove myself from my parents protective wings! Fend for myself! Don't get me wrong, though, all of that totally excites me...but at the same time it freaking scares the crap out of me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, though, I have really started to think about my ultimate purpose for being here on this earth. I mean, God obviously had &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;reason for putting me here. And whatever that reason is, I want to fulfill it. I'm just having a hard time understanding what it is, and that really frustrates me. One of my biggest fears is living my whole life without making a difference. I want to &lt;em&gt;do something&lt;/em&gt;, you know? I like to think that maybe I have made a difference to someone and just haven't realized it. Just like Forrest. He lived his whole life searching for his destiny when he had been fulfilling it all along. But then again, maybe I'm getting too deep and analytical (which tends to happen to me this late at night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109720258229931759?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109720258229931759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109720258229931759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109720258229931759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109720258229931759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is Like a Box of Chocolates'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109701086792868475</id><published>2004-10-05T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T16:14:27.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A firefly's tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At approximately 12:36 today, I received a phone call that informed me that I wasn't participating in this blog as much as I should be.  Apparently, I'm actually suppose to write posts instead of just reading them.  So, as I sat in class, I tried to think of something to write about.  And, I came to the conclusion that my life is completely boring...I mean, the most exciting thing I did today was learn two-step skills, double dutch skills, partner stunts skills and let's not forget, aerobics skills.  Other than that, life is pretty dull.  But, I had macaroni and cheese for lunch and feeling pretty good about that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109701086792868475?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109701086792868475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109701086792868475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109701086792868475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109701086792868475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/fireflys-tale.html' title='A firefly&apos;s tale...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918728839681950237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/102/252049945_75fe5084b7_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109699752282246958</id><published>2004-10-05T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T12:34:08.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus don't cry.  You can rely on me honey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Song of the day: Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - "Tell Balgeary, Balgury is Dead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It feels to me like we are not going to get much of a Fall this year, but much more of a Winter. That makes me sad, I love Spring and Fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stayed up waaayyy too late last night and was not feeling up to going to my lesson this morning. However! I went. Which was good because I am now done with "Le Cygne (The Swan)" and I have a new cello sonata by Eccles. What is that you say? You don't care what piece I'm playing? Well, that's not very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm itching to see Garden State again, I've already seen it 3 times... I usually hate to see movies more than twice. Who's going to watch it with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovely day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Terra-dactul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109699752282246958?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109699752282246958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109699752282246958' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109699752282246958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109699752282246958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/jesus-dont-cry-you-can-rely-on-me.html' title='Jesus don&apos;t cry.  You can rely on me honey.'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109690232474798400</id><published>2004-10-04T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T10:15:35.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Smelly Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so it's only 9:43 and I'm already out of my first class of the day! It's kinda a gross story...but I feel like sharing it, so here it goes. (I hope none of you have weak stomachs!) So I'm walking into my organizational behavior class about five minutes late, right? And I notice that just about everyone is covering up their noses with looks of shear disgust clearly written on their faces. "Odd" I think, until all of the sudden it hits me...the most disgusting, horrible, grotesque stench I have ever experienced in my entire life. I was told that someone had thrown up in the class before and that our teacher was trying to find another class room. So we had to sit there suffering for like, TEN minutes waiting for her and it turned out that there were no other rooms available...so she just let us go! &lt;em&gt;Plus&lt;/em&gt; she pushed back our project which was supposed to be due on Wednesday to Friday. AND my personal finance class has been cancelled this afternoon as well. So I only have marketing at 10:30, which I'm tempted to skip because I don't feel like waiting around until then, but I'm not feeling particularly rebellious today so I guess I'll just wait it out. Ugh, I just hope that the smell didn't penetrate my clothing...as Napoleon Dynamite would say....&lt;em&gt;gross!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109690232474798400?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109690232474798400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109690232474798400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109690232474798400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109690232474798400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-another-smelly-monday.html' title='Just Another Smelly Monday'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12726841_0732ebb8fa_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109682472050495919</id><published>2004-10-03T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T12:38:15.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak no, hear no, see no evil.</title><content type='html'> &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/245/1928/640/Hear%20no%20evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/245/1928/320/Hear%20no%20evil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109682472050495919?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109682472050495919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109682472050495919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109682472050495919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109682472050495919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/speak-no-hear-no-see-no-evil.html' title='Speak no, hear no, see no evil.'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567197.post-109678123523219080</id><published>2004-10-03T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T00:27:15.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  The Story Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so here's the deal:  this is a blog about the three of us and our lives.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Terra, Nicole, and Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8567197-109678123523219080?l=triplets01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/feeds/109678123523219080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8567197&amp;postID=109678123523219080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109678123523219080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8567197/posts/default/109678123523219080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplets01.blogspot.com/2004/10/chapter-1-story-begins.html' title='Chapter 1:  The Story Begins'/><author><name>terra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
