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        For the past couple of days, I have to admit I haven’t been in the best of moods. No reason really, I just wasn’t in a good mood. I seemed to be complaining a lot to people about things that I wanted them to fix but they had no control to do so. I call this my impatience factor. There are times where I can be impatient. I think we all can at times. However, when your impatience comes &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/pB7PcpgHu_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/12/spoonful-of-grateful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGRX4_eyp7ImA9WhZUGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-890904302033911655</id><published>2011-06-13T14:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:10:24.043-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-13T15:10:24.043-04:00</app:edited><title>In The Fires of Hell - Andrea Yates</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/890904302033911655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-fires-of-hell-andrea-yates.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/890904302033911655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/890904302033911655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/SBOz6U3frkQ/in-fires-of-hell-andrea-yates.html" title="In The Fires of Hell - Andrea Yates" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlxxCEER3rc/TfZOxfXqG-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/g1fIxewdBpw/s72-c/nikki+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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     Chills
consume the vertebrates of my spin while I continue to research the
unfortunately well known story of Andrea Yates.  She was a mother of
five children, a stellar student, a valedictorian and a nurse.
However, today she is known as being a murderer of her five children.
 “In 1993, she married Rusty Yates, who was a disciple of preacher
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     I'm a recent major market on air personality in radio. Now, I want to help YOU sound the best you can on the air. Radio needs great sounding jocks on the air and I want YOU to be one of them. I've done radio in just about all market sizes. I've done radio from market 165 all the way up to market 4 and I've accomplished this from only being on the air full time under 7 years. I have a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/qONwj37HNcA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/04/wanna-great-air-check.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENR30_eCp7ImA9WhZQEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-1875863846408624661</id><published>2011-04-19T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:51:36.340-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-19T15:51:36.340-04:00</app:edited><title>Bad Career Advice From Good Parents.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1875863846408624661/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-career-advice-from-good-parents.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1875863846408624661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1875863846408624661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/WB4QhzjNVYY/bad-career-advice-from-good-parents.html" title="Bad Career Advice From Good Parents." /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rX48dFvONPE/SVWQ1V7ZHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HDOfQ-XVGg/s72-c/nikki+only.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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           Six months into being unemployed I find I'm still having to answer to my parents as to why I haven't been able to get a job yet. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind answering to my parents even if I am over 40 years old. However, what they don't realize these days is the hiring process has changed so much since their days of employment. It used to be when you were looking for a job you&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/WB4QhzjNVYY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-career-advice-from-good-parents.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcBQ3s4eip7ImA9WhZRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-9034368722472640956</id><published>2011-02-21T07:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:10:52.532-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T22:10:52.532-04:00</app:edited><title>Employing The Unemployed</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/9034368722472640956/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/02/will-work-4-food-please-help-homeless.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/9034368722472640956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/9034368722472640956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/pQQCWdIo798/will-work-4-food-please-help-homeless.html" title="Employing The Unemployed" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rX48dFvONPE/SVWQ1V7ZHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HDOfQ-XVGg/s72-c/nikki+only.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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The homeless man who had more integrity than corporate America.

"Will Work 4 Food", "Please help, homeless vet needs food". We've  all 
seen signs like this from people on the streets looking for our hand  
outs. Not too long ago, I was living in San Francisco. The first day I  
get to the city, I see a man on the corner holding a sign that read  
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Relationships ARE 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'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 things &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/ZD6ty4EVHEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/02/relationships-are-like-our-kitchen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGSH45cSp7ImA9Wx9UEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-2604378836556731889</id><published>2011-02-07T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:20:29.029-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-07T17:20:29.029-05:00</app:edited><title>The Educated Ego</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2604378836556731889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/02/educated-ego.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2604378836556731889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2604378836556731889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/sVabTi6HuHM/educated-ego.html" title="The Educated Ego" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tix8YLRO-zI/TNM-mx1KjNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dwibzCtVLx0/s72-c/nikki+blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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     With unemployment being so high these days it's important to "sell" ourselves to the potential employer. We're all in this game called "Life". It's been 4 months since I've been able to land a gig in radio. It's not because I'm too picky on where I want to work, but it may be due to the way I thought I had to "sell" myself to the potential employer.

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     Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone wants to
 know they're being heard. No one likes to be ignored. Regardless of the
 nature of us writing or speaking it's essential we are heard. There are
 times we come across people who just love to talk. Yes, and we're 
forced to listen to them because anything BUT paying attention to them 
is impolite. I'd like to know where is it&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/W3jKIV2jpuQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/01/art-of-writing-about-nothing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NQnw_eCp7ImA9Wx9XEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-1789566415617034775</id><published>2011-01-04T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T07:24:53.240-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-04T07:24:53.240-05:00</app:edited><title>Monkey See...Monkey Do...or Do We?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1789566415617034775/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2011/01/monkey-seemonkey-door-do-we.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1789566415617034775?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1789566415617034775?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/fmYgUg8x-_k/monkey-seemonkey-door-do-we.html" title="Monkey See...Monkey Do...or Do We?" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tix8YLRO-zI/SVWQ1V7ZHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GvHICWr4B-k/s72-c/nikki+only.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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            Bandura’s
 Observational Learning concept is 
brilliant. When we look at Bandura's observational of learning and how 
it's influenced, we see four variables. There is the Attentional 
processes, which determines
 what we can and do attend to. We have The Retentional
 processes,
which this tells us how we remember what we saw. We have The Motor
 reproduction processes,
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      If there was one person I'd love to have coffee with, it would be Sigmund Freud. I have always been so engaged in anything he's studied or theorized. Sigmund Freud brought us the three different parts of our mind to understand. He gave us these three components of level of awareness. The fist level he calls The conscious mind. This is where we are right now, we are paying attention to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/U0XWmo9BEyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-there-was-one-person-id-love-to-have.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04EQ3s7eSp7ImA9Wx9UGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8574820892650287176</id><published>2010-12-08T08:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:38:22.501-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T17:38:22.501-05:00</app:edited><title>Waiting Is The Hardest Part</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8574820892650287176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting-is-hardest-part.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8574820892650287176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8574820892650287176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/vXaZQ4JkPW8/waiting-is-hardest-part.html" title="Waiting Is The Hardest Part" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tix8YLRO-zI/TORt1FAv_iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IPJvOuPQIQA/s72-c/jack+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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Jack Oct 1996 - Nov 2010
R.I.P Mommy Loves You

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      We all say losing a friend is one of the hardest things we go &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/vXaZQ4JkPW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting-is-hardest-part.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcNRng5eip7ImA9Wx9TEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-1238259994542652361</id><published>2010-11-17T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:28:17.622-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-17T19:28:17.622-05:00</app:edited><title>The Circle of Life</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1238259994542652361/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/11/circle-of-life.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1238259994542652361?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1238259994542652361?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/A_afCUSHNS8/circle-of-life.html" title="The Circle of Life" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tix8YLRO-zI/TORsl3pIjyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FUMCi00z6rU/s72-c/bennie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vXskDKZAnQGJC1FNR67PwVO_x2Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vXskDKZAnQGJC1FNR67PwVO_x2Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     Communication is the key to all relationships. How we communicate is a vehicle we use to get us to the next level in our relationships. So many times in our lives we become so busy it's easy to forget how important communication means to people. Sure, we text, we use instant messaging on Facebook, AOL, Yahoo!, MSN, Skype and so many other means of "being in touch" with people. If you really &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/borj7y5cWRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/11/front-porch-of-our-lives.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQnw4fip7ImA9Wx5bEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-3325175410290595642</id><published>2010-10-27T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:04:33.236-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T16:04:33.236-04:00</app:edited><title>A Million Hits in .02 Seconds</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3325175410290595642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/10/million-hits-in-02-seconds.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/3325175410290595642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/3325175410290595642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/JmHwv6Yc4Jw/million-hits-in-02-seconds.html" title="A Million Hits in .02 Seconds" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nsa6xW0FCCeXvi90U9vcAd1J5v4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nsa6xW0FCCeXvi90U9vcAd1J5v4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      I'm not really sure what the actual "Laws of Attraction" means. I'm not going to bother to Google it or Bing it or anything it.Who needs a million hits in .02 seconds?

     I'll be the first to admit I Google and Bing everything. When I say everything, I mean "everything". Just today I Googled "why does my dog pace the floor all day?" I won't bore you with the million hits that only took &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/JmHwv6Yc4Jw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/10/million-hits-in-02-seconds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHR3Y6eyp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-2156348063868016975</id><published>2010-10-25T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:15:36.813-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T19:15:36.813-04:00</app:edited><title>Why I am Going To Boycott Music Artists</title><link rel="related" href="http://www.allaccess.com/net-news/archive/story/82719/nab-radio-board-endorses-deal-for-performance-fee-" title="Why I am Going To Boycott Music Artists" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2156348063868016975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-i-am-going-to-boycott-music-artists.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2156348063868016975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2156348063868016975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/zXX2eHYgGHw/why-i-am-going-to-boycott-music-artists.html" title="Why I am Going To Boycott Music Artists" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zc7r2dTA3hXd-fhDdTaExwgCTsU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zc7r2dTA3hXd-fhDdTaExwgCTsU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zc7r2dTA3hXd-fhDdTaExwgCTsU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zc7r2dTA3hXd-fhDdTaExwgCTsU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In a recent story published by allaccess.com today.THE NATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF  BROADCASTERS RADIO BOARD OF DIRECTORS has voted in favor of  presenting musicFIRST representatives a  legislative "Term Sheet" designed to resolve the longstanding  performance fee issue. The Radio Board conditioned their support for  today's Term Sheet on the understanding that all provisions would remain  part of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/zXX2eHYgGHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-i-am-going-to-boycott-music-artists.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACQnwyfyp7ImA9Wx5UGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-593614633793491520</id><published>2010-10-23T15:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:22:43.297-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-23T15:22:43.297-04:00</app:edited><title>Turn The Stereotyping Off!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/593614633793491520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/10/turn-stereotyping-off.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/593614633793491520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/593614633793491520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/tTPfbxH1WEY/turn-stereotyping-off.html" title="Turn The Stereotyping Off!" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jSJph2_6Nt_Kbm33XFbHarUI9wY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jSJph2_6Nt_Kbm33XFbHarUI9wY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jSJph2_6Nt_Kbm33XFbHarUI9wY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jSJph2_6Nt_Kbm33XFbHarUI9wY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There is so much in the current news 
about stereotyping and the damage it creates to those who practice the 
art of stereotyping. I call it an "Art" because it's not politically 
correct to stereotype,
 so instead we justify it by saying "it's just my opinion". As in the 
stories below, you can see these comments are by people in the middle 
who get paid to give their "opinions".

      Keep in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/tTPfbxH1WEY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/10/turn-stereotyping-off.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HRXs5eyp7ImA9Wx5bEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-2613492825374470159</id><published>2010-09-24T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:30:34.523-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T08:30:34.523-04:00</app:edited><title>Who Are You Anyway</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2613492825374470159/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-are-you-anyway.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2613492825374470159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/2613492825374470159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/rzPtV8ohIJ4/who-are-you-anyway.html" title="Who Are You Anyway" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d-YVEqqz_aD5OkvpywtkbkpRQEU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d-YVEqqz_aD5OkvpywtkbkpRQEU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d-YVEqqz_aD5OkvpywtkbkpRQEU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d-YVEqqz_aD5OkvpywtkbkpRQEU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     Some of you may not like what I'm about to write but I feel compelled to write about it. So, just bare with me and keep an open mind. Ya know, I read the Bible and I research things in it and I re-read it and I try to make sense out of it. It actually DOES make sense. I was talking with a friend earlier today and she was telling about a friend she has who gets plastic surgery done. Her &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/rzPtV8ohIJ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-are-you-anyway.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENRH8yfyp7ImA9Wx5XEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-375477842328179131</id><published>2010-09-09T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:38:15.197-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-09T21:38:15.197-04:00</app:edited><title>I Think I Know You - You're ME!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/375477842328179131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-i-know-you-youre-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/375477842328179131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/375477842328179131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/cGv4CABLvI0/i-think-i-know-you-youre-me.html" title="I Think I Know You - You're ME!" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_X5NC1zzSECgsOW6Nr4Hk1rGDxo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_X5NC1zzSECgsOW6Nr4Hk1rGDxo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_X5NC1zzSECgsOW6Nr4Hk1rGDxo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_X5NC1zzSECgsOW6Nr4Hk1rGDxo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A lot of times, I get emails from readers asking for advice on certain things going on in their lives. I enjoy all the emails I get so thanks for sending them! Recently, I received an email from a lady named "Diane". I'll call her "Diane" for the sake of my blog and her story. This was her email to me:

Sept 6, 2010

Dear Nikki,

You don't know me, but I think I know who you are...you're ME! I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/cGv4CABLvI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-i-know-you-youre-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGQn4-cCp7ImA9Wx5QE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-5565365715489745576</id><published>2010-09-01T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:48:43.058-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-01T20:48:43.058-04:00</app:edited><title>"About Face"- If Tomorrow Never Comes...Then What?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5565365715489745576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/09/about-face-if-tomorrow-never-comesthen.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5565365715489745576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5565365715489745576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/9izxh63bdKY/about-face-if-tomorrow-never-comesthen.html" title="&quot;About Face&quot;- If Tomorrow Never Comes...Then What?" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dFf55xF3i7mCxJ7YvziTp-BLfjA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dFf55xF3i7mCxJ7YvziTp-BLfjA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;September 1, 2010 

The title of this blog is often used as a military preparatory command. For my blog purpose I'll use it in a different way. When was the last time you looked at someones face? I mean really looked at them to see what they are feeling inside. Many times we "look" at people and that's all we do, we just "look". Have you ever taken out the time to just look at someone and wonder &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/9izxh63bdKY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/09/about-face-if-tomorrow-never-comesthen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCSXc-cCp7ImA9Wx5QEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-5130034793067122957</id><published>2010-08-28T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:34:28.958-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-28T14:34:28.958-04:00</app:edited><title>Evolving</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5130034793067122957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/08/evolving.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5130034793067122957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/5130034793067122957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/S7OPawP9TTg/evolving.html" title="Evolving" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Uy9JWmaqC7ToNn1wDRk98IVXi4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Uy9JWmaqC7ToNn1wDRk98IVXi4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Uy9JWmaqC7ToNn1wDRk98IVXi4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Uy9JWmaqC7ToNn1wDRk98IVXi4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even though I am no longer employed, I feel at peace with myself. So many changes happening in my life now. Sometimes, people do not welcome change. This always seemed to amaze me. If we did not welcome change, we wouldn't be where we are today in life. You couldn't not have gotten where you are today without change...it's called "evolving". I'm about to enter another phase of my life, one of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/S7OPawP9TTg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/08/evolving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMGRXY7fSp7ImA9Wx5RFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-1896582739655134260</id><published>2010-08-24T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:00:24.805-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-24T20:00:24.805-04:00</app:edited><title>When You No Longer Belong</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1896582739655134260/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-you-no-longer-belong.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1896582739655134260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/1896582739655134260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/k64sOV69au8/when-you-no-longer-belong.html" title="When You No Longer Belong" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tix8YLRO-zI/THRcDj_9qaI/AAAAAAAAADU/AlpWJ3lOcNg/s72-c/nlp1_01.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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There comes a time in our lives where we wear out our welcome. We can wear out our welcome in love, marriage, relationships, and even jobs. Today I wore out my welcome at my job. I'm no longer with CBS and now I have launched my own company that I have been working on for the past few months. I'm excited to say it goes into production tomorrow. So, when you wear &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/k64sOV69au8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-you-no-longer-belong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YERnc6cSp7ImA9Wx5SFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-4226929504963288270</id><published>2010-08-10T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:58:27.919-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-10T18:58:27.919-04:00</app:edited><title>What are YOU Willing To Do To Be Happy?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4226929504963288270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-are-you-willing-to-do-to-be-happy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4226929504963288270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/4226929504963288270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/p7iSl8Tr5gk/what-are-you-willing-to-do-to-be-happy.html" title="What are YOU Willing To Do To Be Happy?" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RQSuxVv41Y4HzG0G73aURzpjxJ8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RQSuxVv41Y4HzG0G73aURzpjxJ8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We've all heard it before in our relationships "I'll change" or "Give me a chance to change" or even "I'll prove it to you I've changed, just give me a chance." This always amazes me when I hear about couples who have a significant other that say things like this to them. Or, even when they themselves tell me they'll change for their partner. My answer is usually "Really?" IS it fair to expect &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~4/hBxXDu5asFU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-change-doesnt-change.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNQH84eSp7ImA9WxFUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753146267203475807.post-8365891275235259335</id><published>2010-06-30T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:13:11.131-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-30T15:13:11.131-04:00</app:edited><title>Wanna Chance?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8365891275235259335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nikkilandry.blogspot.com/2010/06/wanna-chance.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8365891275235259335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753146267203475807/posts/default/8365891275235259335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PfHI/~3/bPQpdgUAPKs/wanna-chance.html" title="Wanna Chance?" /><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742464443383569474</uri><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>4</thr:total><content type="html">
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I have a list of topics I want to discuss in my Blog. I'm not sure which one I want to start with so, Here's YOUR chance to tell ME what you'd like me to write about. 

"Being Friends After The Breakup" -- Can you? Should you? Will you? Will he? Upside -- great bond formed -- Downside -- get him/her outta my life


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Here is my shot to be on national TV again. I really want this opportunity too! But I need your vote! Regis and Kelly are kicking off a contest for Women In Radio to co-host a show with regis. Can I PLEASE get your nomination? Please??? Go here to this link and find out more. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

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