<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 20:29:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Ellipses...</title><description></description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4053193368986037300</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T18:15:45.466-07:00</atom:updated><title>schedual for seeing kelsi...</title><description>A good friend of mine found this on the ground the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ePrdF4fiFuY/SnDxkiUEkYI/AAAAAAAAADw/3BJxwqDalTQ/s1600-h/IMG_9606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364052766186836354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ePrdF4fiFuY/SnDxkiUEkYI/AAAAAAAAADw/3BJxwqDalTQ/s320/IMG_9606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;br /&gt;"Schedual for seeing Kelsi"&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: No limit&lt;br /&gt;Monday: dont see her&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: No limit&lt;br /&gt;Wens: alternate no limit/ limited to meeting only&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: No limit&lt;br /&gt;Fri: don't see her&lt;br /&gt;Sat: alternate limited to meeting/ no limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl...she's probably sitting at home on Monday and Friday wondering why he doesn't call....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4053193368986037300?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/07/schedual-for-seeing-kelsi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ePrdF4fiFuY/SnDxkiUEkYI/AAAAAAAAADw/3BJxwqDalTQ/s72-c/IMG_9606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4021497026940042659</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T12:30:53.180-07:00</atom:updated><title>Strangest Conversation In The World...</title><description>I think of all the billions of conversations that take place all around the world every day...the strangest one is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetheart...I've been thinking a lot lately...annnnd...&lt;br /&gt;I think we should name him "Dick"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Honey! That's perfect!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4021497026940042659?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/07/strangest-conversation-in-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-2731701251389964292</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T13:04:12.673-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Best Man</title><description>I think it's strange that we call the best man the "best man" at a wedding...don't you think that's a bit rude to the groom...shouldn't he be the "best man"... you'd think it would give the bride second thoughts too...I mean if HE is the BEST MAN, who's this guy next to me saying "I DO"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-2731701251389964292?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4883768932092909723</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-19T15:42:03.202-07:00</atom:updated><title>Counterfeit...</title><description>I think if I ever decided to become a counterfeiter...i would make $1 bills and quarters...that way people would be less interested in trying to arrest me and I would have a lot of quarters to do laundry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4883768932092909723?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/04/counterfeit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4994137450088046362</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 20:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T13:59:40.463-07:00</atom:updated><title>Indoor Plants...</title><description>I was at the nursery the other day and asked a salesperson if they had any indoor plants and he said..."There's no such thing as an indoor plant."...Good Point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4994137450088046362?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/04/indoor-plants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-5214731334374014836</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T17:45:45.321-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Rule...</title><description>I would like to implement a new rule for a very common daily problem...that is the problem of the "lost call". You're on the phone chatting away...call gets "lost"...where?...who knows...immediately both callers begin dialing only to receive a voice mail message...people who you are really in sync with IE: best firends...lovers...this could go on for days... as you both try to call each other at the exact same second. Okay...so New Rule: whoever called the other person originally should be the one to call again. And that's the rule!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-5214731334374014836?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-rule.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-5924908515446801760</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T12:42:10.757-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bumper Sticker...</title><description>I think a good bumper sticker idea would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Winning"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-5924908515446801760?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/03/bumper-sticker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-5811410205470840755</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T09:43:12.402-08:00</atom:updated><title>No...</title><description>One of the first rules of improvisation is to never say "no"...for instance if your stage partner says "would you like a pickle?" you are supposed to say "yes" to keep the action moving...If you were to say "no" then the action would end... there is nothing left to do except argue back and forth... not very interesting for the audience or the actors...I am also a firm believer that this rule carries over into life... saying "yes" will keep things moving and shaking in your life...obviously there are times when you cannot possibly say yes or when it would put you in danger...but as a general rule... i think yes is generally best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ePrdF4fiFuY/Sa69AIHXSZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/63tMGyj5gTc/s1600-h/NoSymbol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ePrdF4fiFuY/Sa69AIHXSZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/63tMGyj5gTc/s320/NoSymbol.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309388820592413074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-5811410205470840755?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/03/no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ePrdF4fiFuY/Sa69AIHXSZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/63tMGyj5gTc/s72-c/NoSymbol.gif' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4830800305587677088</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T09:15:59.008-08:00</atom:updated><title>Oatmeal...</title><description>Even though oatmeal is reminiscent of sludge...i still think it is delicious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4830800305587677088?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/03/oatmeal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-7301488878328700902</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T11:24:34.949-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ipod...</title><description>I think my Ipod has a crush on me...because everytime I turn it on...it tries to seduce me by playing all of my favorite songs back to back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-7301488878328700902?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/03/ipod.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4393744729059445338</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T11:23:17.555-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Winner...</title><description>I love it when a guy holds the door open for me...because then it gives me a head start...and then i beat him and I am the winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4393744729059445338?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/03/winner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-5236588173803546452</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T18:00:43.362-08:00</atom:updated><title>100 Underrated things to ponder...</title><description>This blog is in response to James Gunn's blog "100 Most Overrated Things Of All Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfmfuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=58119776&amp;amp;blogId=473026634"&gt;http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfmfuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=58119776&amp;amp;blogId=473026634&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which although I found to mostly be true I also found slightly offensive (as he mentioned most of my favorite things which makes me feel unoriginal...and I hate feeling unoriginal)....so here they are, in my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The 100 most UNDERRATED things as of Now (not of all time)" ...some of these things were once accurately rated, but in my opinion have, to our disadvantage, become under appreciated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. holding hands&lt;br /&gt;99. bowls&lt;br /&gt;98. Patricia Clarckson&lt;br /&gt;97. wearing scary costumes on Halloween (as opposed to sexy costumes)&lt;br /&gt;96. suspenders&lt;br /&gt;95. the Dustbuster&lt;br /&gt;94. "The Jerk" (the movie)&lt;br /&gt;93. the jerk (the dance)&lt;br /&gt;92. croutons&lt;br /&gt;91. wednesday nights&lt;br /&gt;90. using correct punctuation&lt;br /&gt;89. mailmen&lt;br /&gt;88. eating breakfast for dinner&lt;br /&gt;87. giving homemade birthday cards&lt;br /&gt;86. "Anchorman"&lt;br /&gt;85. not having a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;84. Popsicles&lt;br /&gt;83. carpooling&lt;br /&gt;82. double stick tape&lt;br /&gt;81. indoor/outdoor cats&lt;br /&gt;80. machiattos&lt;br /&gt;79. "True Romance"&lt;br /&gt;78. flossing&lt;br /&gt;77. sincerity&lt;br /&gt;76. pencils&lt;br /&gt;75. natural beauty&lt;br /&gt;74. the great feeling after getting an oil change&lt;br /&gt;73. large vocabularies&lt;br /&gt;72. the spare button&lt;br /&gt;71. Eric Wareheim&lt;br /&gt;70. "Crash Test Dummies"&lt;br /&gt;69. post-its&lt;br /&gt;68. carrying a flask&lt;br /&gt;67. dating someone your own age&lt;br /&gt;66. instant oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;65. naps&lt;br /&gt;64. David Krumholtz&lt;br /&gt;63. the 99 cent store&lt;br /&gt;62. "Flight of the Concords"&lt;br /&gt;61. Giuseppe Arcimboldo&lt;br /&gt;60. honey as a sweetener&lt;br /&gt;59. taking the bus&lt;br /&gt;58. Beverly D' Angelo&lt;br /&gt;57. bees&lt;br /&gt;56. Lisa Frank&lt;br /&gt;55. colorful clothing&lt;br /&gt;54. giving mix Cd's as gifts&lt;br /&gt;53. "Marcy Playground" &lt;br /&gt;52. the tambourine&lt;br /&gt;51. making out&lt;br /&gt;50. "House of Yes"&lt;br /&gt;49. the checkout boys at Trader Joes&lt;br /&gt;48. water&lt;br /&gt;47. "Gremlins 2"&lt;br /&gt;46. Lawrence Welk&lt;br /&gt;45. balloon animals&lt;br /&gt;44. the Bedazzler!&lt;br /&gt;43. faking it&lt;br /&gt;42. puns&lt;br /&gt;41. "Mean Girls" &lt;br /&gt;40. "Sparks" (the band)&lt;br /&gt;39. Sparks(the beverage)&lt;br /&gt;38. "Innerspace"&lt;br /&gt;37. vitamin B12&lt;br /&gt;36. speedos&lt;br /&gt;35. bowling&lt;br /&gt;34. Galileo&lt;br /&gt;33. bicycling as a main form of transportation&lt;br /&gt;32. shoelaces&lt;br /&gt;31. narwhals&lt;br /&gt;30. saffron&lt;br /&gt;29. woman's' sports&lt;br /&gt;28. artichokes&lt;br /&gt;27. learning from the elderly&lt;br /&gt;26. garbage men&lt;br /&gt;25. downtown Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;24. breathing&lt;br /&gt;22. beets&lt;br /&gt;21. urinal cakes&lt;br /&gt;20. handwritten letters&lt;br /&gt;19. fire&lt;br /&gt;18. "Tron"&lt;br /&gt;17. covens&lt;br /&gt;16. fabric softener&lt;br /&gt;15. bowling&lt;br /&gt;14. Brussels sprouts&lt;br /&gt;13. comic books&lt;br /&gt;12. "My So Called Life"&lt;br /&gt;11. the wheel&lt;br /&gt;10. Ringo Star&lt;br /&gt;9. porcupines &lt;br /&gt;8. quality toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;7. going dutch&lt;br /&gt;6. "Mudcrutch" &lt;br /&gt;5. The Clapper&lt;br /&gt;4. etiquette&lt;br /&gt;3. the asterisks&lt;br /&gt;2. Elvira&lt;br /&gt;1. And the number one underrated thing....&lt;br /&gt;The Lost City of Atlantis....definitely not enough coffee talk going on about that whole mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=58119776&amp;amp;blogId=473026634"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-5236588173803546452?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-underrated-things-to-ponder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-2179147065266233530</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T16:40:05.532-08:00</atom:updated><title>Fact Time...</title><description>Fact: There are more trips made to the emergency room from slicing bagels than any other type of accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-2179147065266233530?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/02/fact-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4485828156326334091</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T12:27:34.701-08:00</atom:updated><title>If...</title><description>If you think no one cares if you are alive...try missing a couple of car payments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4485828156326334091?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/02/if.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4074544405560568621</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T13:07:43.085-08:00</atom:updated><title>Things That Don't Exist...</title><description>Things That Don't Exist...&lt;br /&gt;1. shoes made out of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;2. fish food for humans&lt;br /&gt;3. nag champa flavored toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;4. "Feng Shui for your aquarium" books&lt;br /&gt;5. checks with Satan on them&lt;br /&gt;6. riveting 3rd grade math books&lt;br /&gt;7. tropical punch scented deoderant&lt;br /&gt;8. chop sicks that are good at chopping&lt;br /&gt;9. teeth massages&lt;br /&gt;10. fake freckle injections&lt;br /&gt;11. velvet toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;12. a mathematical equation for love&lt;br /&gt;13. funny parking tickets&lt;br /&gt;14. tequilla flavoered ice cream&lt;br /&gt;15. address books with the addresses already in them&lt;br /&gt;16. makeup for trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4074544405560568621?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-dont-exist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-4832812687251993865</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-13T10:11:13.784-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sleep Camping...</title><description>Is there such thing as "Sleep Camping"? ...you know...when you fall asleep in your bed... but at some point in the middle of the night you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt; pack all your camping gear in the car, drive off into the woods, pitch your tent, build a fire, tell a ghost story, pack up the car, return home and wake up in your bed with no memory of the adventure... because...number 1. That would be really cool...and number 2. That would explain the 40 some odd bug bites I woke up with this morning... I "Slept Camped" last night....maybe???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-4832812687251993865?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep-camping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-8966903255612417601</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-23T16:33:01.128-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Good Horoscope...and Even Better Advice...</title><description>Every now and then you get a horoscope that really makes sense and allows you to breath easier...This one is mine for today, but I'd like you to take this excellent advice for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you been spending too much time exploring new things and not spending enough time with the tried and true? There is nothing wrong with where you are now, who you are with now, and what you are doing now -- so enjoy the moment. Sometimes, focusing too much on your next steps in life only keeps you from appreciating where you are right now. Being content is not a sign of having no ambitions in life -- it just a sign that you are wise and happy. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-8966903255612417601?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-horoscopeand-even-better-advice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-7029517041972611234</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T14:48:29.153-08:00</atom:updated><title>Urban Art...</title><description>Just a little urban art for the soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii79/nicolettedimaggio/IMG_7860-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-7029517041972611234?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/01/urban-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-8833808326934846581</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T12:13:32.278-08:00</atom:updated><title>Scuff Mark...</title><description>Can you see Falcor, The Luck Dragon in this scuff mark on the bathroom door...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii79/nicolettedimaggio/IMG_7910-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See??? His tongue is sticking out and he's flying through the air...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-8833808326934846581?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/01/scuff-mark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-7425614408123793673</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T17:17:04.099-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Little Light Reading...</title><description>The other evening I took a moment for a little light reading found on the inside of my matchbook...this is what it said...&lt;br /&gt;"Explore a world of incredibly good taste with safeway select great escapes ice cream. A delicious and indulgent departure from the ordinary ice cream itinerary..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii79/nicolettedimaggio/IMG_7684-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...interesting thing for a match book to say...but okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-7425614408123793673?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-light-reading.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-6464927896381734060</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T14:05:55.284-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Cutest Dog In The World...</title><description>Today on my way to work I saw... the cutest dog in the world...I'm sure I have used that term loosley in the past and if i could take it back I would... because this time... it was actually and literally.... The Cutest Dog In The World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-6464927896381734060?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/01/cutest-dog-in-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-1291274290098663337</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T18:58:00.939-08:00</atom:updated><title>Yard Sale...</title><description>A lovely friend of mine just taught me a new term... and low-and-behold it's on&lt;br /&gt;urbandictionary.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definition of "yard sale":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a skier or snowboarder eats it on the slopes and loses all of their gear. If a skier loses his skies, poles, hat, goggles, and anything else, shout "YARD SALE" from the ski lift above him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-1291274290098663337?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/01/yard-sale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-2235285023418533133</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T18:30:25.543-08:00</atom:updated><title>"Turkey will always be the main event at my house..."</title><description>I know it's probably bad blog karma to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt; one's blog in your own blog...BUT............&lt;br /&gt;For an entertaining evening...i highly recommend gathering a few friends and reading from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gwenyth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paltrow's&lt;/span&gt; blog aloud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt and a link...&lt;br /&gt;This is for real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is, without a doubt, my favorite holiday. I love when everyone comes together and celebrates the idea of gratitude, something we all mean to do every day, but seem to lose sight of most of the time. I also love the cooking – the days of planning and chopping and basting. This year, I decided to work out three variations on the traditional meal: a big group, a small gathering and a cozy dinner for two.&lt;br /&gt;Turkey will always be the main event of Thanksgiving (at least in my house) and a whole turkey is the way to go if you’re feeding at least 12. But if your party is smaller, the stuffed turkey breast turns out to be a great halfway point. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brining&lt;/span&gt; it overnight insures that you don’t need to baste it and it has a quick cooking time. Why should things be any less festive if dinner is just for two? I came up with these stuffed turkey burgers which were a giant hit in my house. They are the perfect solution for anyone who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t feeding a big group (or for a big group that wants to try something different!).&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, make sure that no matter what type of meal you are having, you take a moment to think about how much you do have (health, love, friendship, passion, perspective, appreciation, intellect, reason, kindness) and reflect on how you can share more of it with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goop.com/"&gt;http://www.goop.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-2235285023418533133?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2009/01/turkey-will-always-be-main-event-at-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-7665310181823128169</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T16:29:45.520-08:00</atom:updated><title>Popular...</title><description>Wish I would've know this guy...he must've been REALLY cool...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii79/nicolettedimaggio/IMG_5319-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-7665310181823128169?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2008/12/popular.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674454316743304509.post-1320222917395889871</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T15:11:34.537-08:00</atom:updated><title>Time For a Shout Out...</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;This guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii79/nicolettedimaggio/wtr_htr_gas_noted_leaders-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to take for granted this little man... who can spew scalding hot water within minutes of turning a knob on the very coldest of L.A. mornings...but I like to say a little... "thanks Mr. Water Heater..." every time i get to wake up to his glorious warmth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we could just work out the whole freezing toilet seat situation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674454316743304509-1320222917395889871?l=nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nicolettedimaggio.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-shout-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicolette)</author></item></channel></rss>