<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4753146267203475807</id><updated>2024-11-01T04:26:04.176-04:00</updated><category term="nikki"/><category term="country music"/><category term="deals"/><category term="landry"/><category term="music"/><category term="nikki landry"/><category term="radio"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="advice"/><category term="love"/><category term="maan"/><category term="money"/><category term="woman"/><category term="blog"/><category term="cnn"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="friends"/><category term="myspace"/><category term="twitter"/><title type='text'>Here&#39;s What&#39;s Going On</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my personal blog space.       Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.     &#xa;Please feel free to leave me your comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8447875798427191551</id><published>2022-03-09T15:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2022-03-09T15:34:16.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Natural Ingredients To Help You Achieve Clear &amp; Glowing Skin</title><summary type="text">6 Natural Ingredients To Help You Achieve Clear &amp;amp; Glowing Skin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8447875798427191551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2022/03/6-natural-ingredients-to-help-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8447875798427191551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8447875798427191551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2022/03/6-natural-ingredients-to-help-you.html' title='6 Natural Ingredients To Help You Achieve Clear &amp; Glowing Skin'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8764558601728702514</id><published>2017-11-26T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2017-11-27T16:53:37.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating in 2017 - How To Go From Elite to Delete</title><summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In the beginning, God created a gentleman. Gourmet meals, slow dances and an orchestra playing in the background. He gently grabs my hand while I&#39;m sitting at the table and asks me to dance with him. Of course I say &quot;yes&quot;. The mood is perfect and he&#39;s handsome. We seem to connect with each other as the night rolled on. For many nights, we shared our laughs and our desire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8764558601728702514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/06/dating-in-2016-how-to-go-from-elite-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8764558601728702514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8764558601728702514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/06/dating-in-2016-how-to-go-from-elite-to.html' title='Dating in 2017 - How To Go From Elite to Delete'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUyli6TTEhFhkNk-y-dHv8_yC5t-Mmu6Yw5CaCoTECFC7jGscni9MctC9HSCoS5B7nnPJw8locVG7JvCbgNXkzHThD6Ek0HmsGIzapbzJ3e6DJyLI1iRD87aPYuyJkX5AOnL0KfKqTVKs/s72-c/9bf78d9b46836622e5656c05948cf601.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-2324340697817798685</id><published>2017-05-22T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2017-05-22T18:39:19.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken and The American Bald Eagle</title><summary type="text">







&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Welcome to &quot;Everybody Has A Story&quot; this is a show hosted by Nikki Landry which is based on real life stories from everyday people. I travel around Colorado Springs and other places to find people who want to share their story. I find homeless people, waitresses, doctors, lawyers, Senior Vice Presidents of companies, military veterans, police officers, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2324340697817798685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2017/05/ken-and-american-bald-eagle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2324340697817798685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2324340697817798685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2017/05/ken-and-american-bald-eagle.html' title='Ken and The American Bald Eagle'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiM1BJB7mR8qgrmhKrKh3o0qC8m_Ja9j4-D_eKceodWUsPgJhN0igKpvnAI7b-MZXtGu1GuKuZNYr16n4B_wa9Hrvu9FyExesA_bPvDysRWnTLBFa7Spgom1Z0HHYHHpshuf62C6bemk/s72-c/nikki+and+eagle.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8542496107689740485</id><published>2017-05-11T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2017-05-11T07:57:09.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Has A Story -  A Real Ghost Buster?</title><summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do you believe&amp;nbsp;in ghosts? After talking with the &quot;Ghost Buster&quot; I think I now believe in ghosts, and you may too!&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Welcome to &quot;Everybody Has A Story&quot; this is a show hosted by Nikki Landry which is based on real life stories from everyday people. I travel around to find people who want to share their story. I find homeless people, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8542496107689740485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2017/05/everybody-has-story-real-ghost-buster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8542496107689740485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8542496107689740485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2017/05/everybody-has-story-real-ghost-buster.html' title='Everybody Has A Story -  A Real Ghost Buster?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVFEfEaDa9d9oJUEJ36pfbJOoXRROeMyOhFfxptZn63aSTQC9PWO8woNO3MdgTGhOzAAOJ0-5Ql2adVkzNUQxl-7NgfFsav5J4zv7FARAmcpnCCSwAulVe2Ibee3GSkg_l9bRYSI8Sy0c/s72-c/hqdefault.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-599708644261236465</id><published>2017-05-06T18:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2017-05-06T18:59:32.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forecasting Podcasting</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Just a few days ago I decided to go to a radio convention called the Worldwide Radio Summit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It took place inside the &quot;W&quot; hotel in Hollywood, California. Experts in radio attend this function every year. From Vice Presidents&amp;nbsp;of major radio companies all the way down the food chain.&amp;nbsp;This was my first time going, it was very informative and also very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/599708644261236465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2017/05/forecasting-podcasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/599708644261236465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/599708644261236465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2017/05/forecasting-podcasting.html' title='Forecasting Podcasting'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqziOFLOUUb7NmjQjacqy1JMWxPI5eZ-5_shG43Hkqc_Hy4OIL3_hXLCC5mo6MyGu9zQdNIbzSC6AuyL21Ra4OdhC3piFm-BZG7vdixDkybTDYlOtDZgWt50QS5G_gKuy5pRWynu5Amo/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-7642304669225898122</id><published>2016-05-24T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2016-05-24T20:21:26.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The I.O.U&#39;s and  R.O.I&#39;s of A Relationship</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For the life of me I couldn&#39;t understand why it&#39;s been so hard to let go of my recent break up. What was it or IS it that just keeps me holding on? Why couldn&#39;t I just let it go like I did my past relationships? What was so different about THIS one from the others? We weren&#39;t together that long, 6 months maybe and the last 3 probably is when it all started to end...but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7642304669225898122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-ious-and-rois-of-relationship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/7642304669225898122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/7642304669225898122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-ious-and-rois-of-relationship.html' title='The I.O.U&#39;s and  R.O.I&#39;s of A Relationship'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwn77mMSRXa1KYXN8KsVLsGUm3eUpbZnbeXN7QaGpbbsgHJxndIRLbQJDttBdrngqIybOCbabqLidHA7oqJx7MkgP3z8RVAlY7qjHgl7tWe6TAMuUiXFeYRAov0mxJeUuLJQKEbacsNU/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-6930491107801656147</id><published>2016-05-23T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-05-23T22:43:43.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Here and Now of Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow </title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Thoughts of yesterday trace my mind. Thoughts of tomorrow inspire me and thoughts of &quot;now&quot; leave me in question. If what people say is true, that we should live in the here and now because that&#39;s all we have, then why do we plan for the future? Why not just live life at the present moment?

What fun would that be?

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There has to come a time in our lives</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6930491107801656147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-here-and-now-of-yesterday-today-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/6930491107801656147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/6930491107801656147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-here-and-now-of-yesterday-today-and.html' title='The Here and Now of Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLCAeJUKg1BacGp6SclXirl8DRKnSwb1znpRXo2RwZwofj8p7KNrWJJhgZ1-IyCDo8vk74VOzcqFWwclYD-w7rmULv3Zsw6FnWScPXsZoxiKihpobTLhyphenhyphenS17R6_HQrLinON_yijHq5l0/s72-c/download.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-1992541879949120688</id><published>2016-05-11T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-05-11T11:09:31.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ctrl, Alt, Del</title><summary type="text">



So, you&#39;re sitting there searching the Internet how to get over your ex? Seriously, do NOT do this.&amp;nbsp;There comes a time where you have to reset yourself. When it comes to break ups, you MUST reset yourself.

I&#39;m not going to tell you how to get over your ex, what I DO want to tell you is how to get over YOURSELF. We spend so much time with ourselves alone that we miss out on giving other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1992541879949120688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/05/cntrl-alt-del.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1992541879949120688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1992541879949120688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/05/cntrl-alt-del.html' title='Ctrl, Alt, Del'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8m_5ov-vrFXqQZn4_2NT2DuSGu21D2fQxCWaN4SNRHD0TYB7gRu6wFnn7PsPn5mvNmrggwAEj_dT2cWGgtISjTB9pBmBb_IhKYFDkTiOG3byn2NDVacPLOrB-GfIn_LpUD8RhFABUYQ0/s72-c/a19e412ffd91e5c6832a16c5a44c1f1c.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-2775819933649874504</id><published>2016-01-16T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2016-01-16T17:19:19.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Committing To The Commitment</title><summary type="text">






&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Part of having a great life is showing up. This is where I get in trouble...showing up. So many times in my recent past relationship I would &quot;commit&quot; to do something. It could be as easy as committing to show up for the date. I would make excuses as to why I couldn&#39;t show up. It could be something as simple as committing to attend church with someone and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2775819933649874504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/01/committing-to-commitment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2775819933649874504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2775819933649874504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2016/01/committing-to-commitment.html' title='Committing To The Commitment'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeecSDOxEUvllwPEdevE7Ieg4wTgRF7X5fm4W4K81HM2GEw4SVemBczKPllhwHoLZyzMZ74cywJOwQ28ng52053D7ydWqqphMQ-JYAhflZuaJyRiBwOsjpKZXtQzLPcM8BWSFHftk0h4/s72-c/commitment+wordle.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-3601161787761031050</id><published>2015-10-05T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-10-05T21:49:29.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Past Becomes Your Present</title><summary type="text">

Sometimes, it&#39;s easier to live in the past because it&#39;s familiar to us. Do we choose to learn from the hurt from our past or do we chose to forget the hurt?&amp;nbsp;For me, it&#39;s a little bit of both. Nothing good can ever come from the past hurt we once felt. It&#39;s best to move on and forget it. &amp;nbsp;But, what happens when the past becomes your present?

My present is still haunted by my past to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3601161787761031050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2015/10/when-past-becomes-your-present.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/3601161787761031050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/3601161787761031050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2015/10/when-past-becomes-your-present.html' title='When The Past Becomes Your Present'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-4275697606856058251</id><published>2015-09-09T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-09-09T20:10:31.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Anything Be Certain?</title><summary type="text">
We come into this world full of the unknown. We trust immediately, we love unconditionally, we respond instinctively and we hunger naturally. &amp;nbsp;As we continue to grow and learn more about ourselves and our environment, we develop certain boundaries. We place these boundaries based on what or who makes us feel a certain way. If we like a certain person, we may let down our boundary a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4275697606856058251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2015/09/can-anything-be-certain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4275697606856058251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4275697606856058251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2015/09/can-anything-be-certain.html' title='Can Anything Be Certain?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-410115090863492679</id><published>2013-12-18T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-12-18T17:00:59.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships Are Like Our Kitchens</title><summary type="text">

Relationships&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;like our kitchen. Depending on how your kitchen is laid out can say a lot about how you view your relationships in life. Think about it for a minute. We all have cabinets, we all put certain things in their certain places and we know they&#39;re there if we need to use them. How does this all play a part within our relationships? Well, if you have a scattered kitchen and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/410115090863492679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/12/relationships-are-like-our-kitchens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/410115090863492679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/410115090863492679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/12/relationships-are-like-our-kitchens.html' title='Relationships Are Like Our Kitchens'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8266446907334573732</id><published>2013-07-08T20:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-08T20:33:01.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep</title><summary type="text">

Remind me after driving an 11 hour drive to go see my family that I do not need a cup of coffee when I come home. Nothing like being wide awake and sleepy at the same time...if that&#39;s even possible.

Tomorrow I will post pictures of my trip when I went to see my family and also pictures of my trip to The Big Apple where I was &quot;on the air&quot; at our sister stations WPLJ and NASH-FM in New York. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8266446907334573732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/07/now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8266446907334573732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8266446907334573732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/07/now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html' title='Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6FC_WejIO2YUN0dybj3hFk3WaAf1nxN7cmE9GIF7kBbv0nEDrR_gvEo9dZRfwFmqErbZ3cVCJETihcCVMoDRDQ88_lSOvLB-uO0a-DCFTUAn6pnATaX2TZq9b3RnXufwH-2xBjrzGkL4/s72-c/1006251_10151700867084679_1174050734_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-1419827528454935039</id><published>2013-06-26T23:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-08T20:17:31.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s The Median On The Mean Deen?</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Three baileys in tonight I decided to get the courage to talk about what the media seems to think is a big deal about Paula Deen. Here&#39;s the story, she said it...years ago. She said so and so was &quot;black as this board&quot; does that make her a racist? Seriously? You think THAT makes her a racist? Get a grip people. You mean to tell me when someone says &quot;He/She was &quot;white as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1419827528454935039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/whats-median-on-mean-dean.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1419827528454935039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1419827528454935039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/whats-median-on-mean-dean.html' title='What&#39;s The Median On The Mean Deen?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-737640130033318174</id><published>2013-06-22T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-22T21:42:52.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots Hitting My Blog</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Creating a blog is one thing, getting people to visit it is another. I look at my stats daily and I have a lot of repeat readers (thanks!) but how do I get new readers to my blog? &amp;nbsp;Let&#39;s face it, everyone who writes a blog feels they have something very important to write about or else they wouldn&#39;t be writing about it. (including myself :) )
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/737640130033318174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/robots-hitting-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/737640130033318174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/737640130033318174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/robots-hitting-my-blog.html' title='Robots Hitting My Blog'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-5895624397052642425</id><published>2013-06-18T19:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-19T17:26:55.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Two&#39;s A Crowd</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I stayed up until 3 am this morning as I couldn&#39;t sleep between my tears. I&#39;ve never been so hurt before by someone I care for so much. Sometimes, honesty is the best policy, other times, it&#39;s best to just keep quiet. Tonight, I wished I kept quiet. For the past three days, I&#39;ve said some terrible things to him which I&#39;m sorry for. I found out last night, that what I&#39;m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5895624397052642425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/when-twos-crowd.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5895624397052642425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5895624397052642425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/when-twos-crowd.html' title='When Two&#39;s A Crowd'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8175889335580975186</id><published>2013-06-07T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-07T08:48:03.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Vote For Me</title><summary type="text">




Okay, there&#39;s a contest going on in the radio world right now and I NEED YOUR VOTE!! The Winner gets these really cool headphones which are worth a lot of money and I really want to win these. Look how cool they are, they&#39;re badass!&amp;nbsp;


Here&#39;s how you vote: Go to this page&amp;nbsp;http://www.thekayelist.com/hottest-women-in-radio-2013-nominations/&amp;nbsp;and put in this information:&amp;nbsp;

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8175889335580975186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/please-vote-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8175889335580975186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8175889335580975186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/please-vote-for-me.html' title='Please Vote For Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHs5bSmLjlw37wlyDBt_gjHweqo29GlTcNGahGIE6l9K0gkJqU0U9sxSpXOTbVE-AhscsymWAMkqBinJJ-8kX82kPlDjlpTjugNI1dqrs010lxtFl1SFRmOqXIsUo6BDA76DCQ2mUxEQw/s72-c/HottestWomen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-5988928448413436801</id><published>2013-06-04T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-12-18T16:57:13.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships Are Like Our Kitchens</title><summary type="text">


Relationships&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;like our kitchen. Depending on how your kitchen is laid out can say a lot about how you view your relationships in life. Think about it for a minute. We all have cabinets, we all put certain things in their certain places and we know they&#39;re there if we need to use them. How does this all play a part within our relationships? Well, if you have a scattered kitchen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5988928448413436801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/relationships-are-like-our-kitchens.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5988928448413436801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5988928448413436801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/06/relationships-are-like-our-kitchens.html' title='Relationships Are Like Our Kitchens'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-4642370386119735139</id><published>2013-05-21T20:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-21T20:51:28.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No! YOU Shut Up! - Putting Your Phone on Mute.</title><summary type="text">

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not everyday that I get to write. As much as I love to write in my Blog, I really don&#39;t have the time.&amp;nbsp; The title of my blog tonight was chosen by one of my Facebook friends, Joe. I asked for my friends to come up with a subject for me to write about tonight, and Joe won! Congrats Joe!

Let&#39;s face it, we all have people in our lives that we really just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4642370386119735139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/05/no-you-shut-up-putting-your-phone-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4642370386119735139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4642370386119735139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/05/no-you-shut-up-putting-your-phone-on.html' title='No! YOU Shut Up! - Putting Your Phone on Mute.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-3091393936017346126</id><published>2013-05-05T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-07T21:31:10.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting The Notes</title><summary type="text">













&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There has to come a time in our lives where we&#39;ve &quot;just had enough&quot;. Whether it be with our personal lives our how we deal with other people. For me, it&#39;s both. For so many months now, I have been contemplating a change. I knew I wanted to change some things about myself but wasn&#39;t really sure where to start.&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3091393936017346126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/05/posting-notes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/3091393936017346126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/3091393936017346126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/05/posting-notes.html' title='Posting The Notes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-112741731970594518</id><published>2013-04-26T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-26T22:46:00.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Have Too Much Ziti?</title><summary type="text">


It&#39;s been roughly 7 months since I&#39;ve been in this town. Basically, my day consists of working, eating, sleeping and working some more. Grant it, I could go out and meet people if I really wanted to, but I&#39;d rather work. Who in their right mind would rather work than go out? People like me who are in the public eye mostly yet are very private people. By private, I mean; we (types) keep to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/112741731970594518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/04/can-we-have-too-much-ziti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/112741731970594518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/112741731970594518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/04/can-we-have-too-much-ziti.html' title='Can We Have Too Much Ziti?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-7180076839044597873</id><published>2013-04-20T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-20T20:47:28.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manless Mostly In Toledo</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 


Being in your 40&#39;s as I am and single it&#39;s not always easy to find a man. The one man that absolutely is the one you want to spend time with all the time, seems harder to find as we age. Are our standards getting higher as we get older, or are our choices getting slimmer? So many times, I get asked how come I don&#39;t have a man in my life now. My reply is &quot;Why do I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7180076839044597873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/04/manless-mostly-in-toledo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/7180076839044597873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/7180076839044597873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/04/manless-mostly-in-toledo.html' title='Manless Mostly In Toledo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8314731098204443753</id><published>2013-04-20T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-20T15:23:46.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">
COMMENT WITH THE FIRST WORD YOU SEE.



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8314731098204443753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/04/comment-with-first-word-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8314731098204443753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8314731098204443753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/04/comment-with-first-word-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxlE5WvcQBnEtNv-EIjpsJnfmegpX2yk4XnvKWwSEGJinvq4XKwyxQCjYGySq099ripFO4DyGUX4PnELRsK1VPXPECKTbtNaEtoV9zYE2LcgdyPbJdNN9pzo-nloJ7jq3IDAI0DP2KwU/s72-c/733935_10151343579051902_1017793421_n.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-5441087558492948428</id><published>2013-02-25T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-25T20:53:14.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Time Remembers When</title><summary type="text">


It&#39;s been a while since I&#39;ve written. It&#39;s not that I haven&#39;t had anything to say, I actually do have a lot to say, but where do you begin when you feel like you&#39;re at your beginning? When you feel like you&#39;re in the beginning of something great is it fair to go back in the past and remember? Do we do ourselves justice by going back in time? We can not bring the past back and to be quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5441087558492948428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/02/when-time-remembers-when.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5441087558492948428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5441087558492948428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2013/02/when-time-remembers-when.html' title='When Time Remembers When'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qKJywMMX0DG8DFEYBPvj0RJgbnUYspPTzsfRvvHnp-P7ZW0Wrr8bkWKo5B4u9vX4mgwI83_1vDjsT0rnMr979heojA4frZrOmluj81glSC77hU_tt6dXii5Q75D0RTGfovF9FK1oyfg/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-4299141059713748587</id><published>2012-05-24T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T18:53:36.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewing Wedding Vows</title><summary type="text">


A couple had been married 50 years and decided they wanted to renew their vows. They were discussing the details of their second wedding with their friends. She wasn&#39;t going to wear a traditional bridal gown, and she started describing the dress she was planning to wear. One of her friends asked what color shoes she had to go with her dress. She replied, &quot;Silver.&quot; At that point, her husband </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4299141059713748587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2012/05/renewing-wedding-vows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4299141059713748587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4299141059713748587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2012/05/renewing-wedding-vows.html' title='Renewing Wedding Vows'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGsMEln0diCdHTjZLuouIO1YwtHb7Xb7BsCyhYz87jJ_5M4gy1TJH1ZNJ25YtRzc2nu6qnDfrzL-ZZEVUuMRmZSIt9aoAtrvycuH14NjEOdp1Ki9vxCO91k_X075sDfVBUjFA3hyOLts/s72-c/nikki+only.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>