tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27359709953241258192011-04-21T21:23:54.467-07:00Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-40854449025472046632008-10-02T16:10:00.000-07:002008-10-02T16:19:02.800-07:001. Shine last night was incredible. I think we just might have been dancing in heaven for a little bit...<div><br /></div><div>2. My LH 6th floor girls 07-08 are incredible women. I miss them dearly. and we will, without fail always talk about sex when we are together. I don't know why. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. Jill can shake her butt like a black girl now. I am in awe. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. The spiritual formation office needs to not be an icebox. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. I miss Tanzania. My kids are there. I am here. They have my heart. All I want is to be holding them right now. Why am I here....</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Graduation is too damn close. Its freaking me out. I don't know what I am going to do with my life. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-4085444902547204663?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-42166503999327328322008-09-16T21:53:00.001-07:002008-09-16T22:05:41.049-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PoSOe-PVzy8/SNCPKkFaIFI/AAAAAAAAABM/lM3q0d89Dvo/s1600-h/Photo+267.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PoSOe-PVzy8/SNCPKkFaIFI/AAAAAAAAABM/lM3q0d89Dvo/s320/Photo+267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246850977534451794" /></a><br />WARNING: THIS MESSAGE WAS NOT FORCED<div><br /></div><div>These are my roommates: </div><div><br /></div><div>I was not told that if I did not post a loving blog about them that I would no longer be referred to as the elephant in the room.  </div><div><br /></div><div>I was also not promised that if I posted a picture of my roommates that they would no longer hunt me down with highlighters and not let me into the bathroom. </div><div><br /></div><div>And opposed to whatever the hell my roommates say, i did NOT pee myself. ever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, this is by NO means a hate message. Just a loving note about 3 ladies I live with (only 8 more months. oh darn.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-4216650399932732832?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-54595111437830176292008-09-16T21:36:00.000-07:002008-09-16T21:40:42.872-07:00Why I Hate Catherine Right Now...<div><br /></div><div>1. She called me a blogging whore...SHE STARTED THIS ISH...takes one to know one. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. She decided tonight to kill me as an excuse for "a death to occur in our house"...yet another way for her to get out of classes...and it therefore is a way for her to have our room all to herself. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. And...well...thats it for tonight. but i am sure there will be more to come. </div><div><br /></div><div>This seems to be a reoccurring blog subject. </div><div><br /></div><div>Roommate counseling might be in order. </div><div><br /></div><div>too soon?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-5459511143783017629?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-8702941214646371622008-09-16T20:53:00.000-07:002008-09-16T21:00:43.052-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">So last year I thought being a freshman ra was the epitome of being busy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Really did not think it got much worse than that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ha. False. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I did not think that it was humanly possible to be so busy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Can there be 48 hours in one day? That would be absolutely wonderful! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say...I miss this lovely ladies so much. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They were my life support for one year and now we hardly see each other. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Scheduled spontaneity is much in order.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoSOe-PVzy8/SNB_R0iztFI/AAAAAAAAABE/ygY9WolvBgc/s1600-h/n176800062_30364537_4169.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoSOe-PVzy8/SNB_R0iztFI/AAAAAAAAABE/ygY9WolvBgc/s320/n176800062_30364537_4169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246833510025770066" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-870294121464637162?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-90836255916317927842008-09-15T22:00:00.001-07:002008-09-15T22:15:52.769-07:00I have officially let myself cool down for the past 24 hours and then realized that my blog is about nothing...so why not release my remaining frustration into the black hole of the internet. <div><br /></div><div>Today is September 15th.</div><div>Yesterday marked the day that I received my 3rd macbook within the last month. </div><div><br /></div><div>After having to return my first computer due to a broken camera, not to mention that I was already having HUGE buyers remorse after looking at my credit card bill...I was already a little frustrated with Mac...but I have heard great things about these "wonderful" computers, so I let it slide. </div><div><br /></div><div>For 9 days I enjoyed my 2nd macbook. On Sunday, while working on my beloved Old Testament Themes paper from HELL, #2 decided to beep at me and make new, uncontrollable art all over the screen. I called the IT guy. The foreigner was useless...he told me to take the battery out and then put it back in...wow. Forget Vanguard...I am going to quit and take his job, that can't be that hard.  And not the proudest moment of my life followed this. But my roommates and I decided to mark this memorable day in history....I preceded to throw my phone and drop a profane word for the first time in my life, that opposed to what my mom told me my whole life does not help the situation, did aid in releasing some steam...</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought that anyone that got in my way at the mac store, might be killed by my rage, so I brought Max. And of course, I would get the world's nicest girl at the store who was super-duper sorry...blah. </div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say. #3 better treat me well....</div><div><br /></div><div>who ever said that Macs were better that PC ??? </div><div><br /></div><div>if you know that person, we need to have a little conversation....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-9083625591631792784?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-39761403510674717572008-09-14T12:09:00.000-07:002008-09-14T12:16:51.818-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">executes justice</span> for the oppressed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">gives</span> food to the hungry. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sets</span> prisoners <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">free</span>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">opens</span> the eyes of the blind. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">lifts up</span> those who are bowed down. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">loves</span> the Righteous. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">watches</span> over the strangers. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">upholds</span> the orphan and the widow. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He remains <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">FAITHFUL. </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-3976140351067471757?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-6856380061454723282008-09-09T23:22:00.000-07:002008-09-09T23:26:16.970-07:00Have you ever needed someone <div>To take the fragile pieces of your heart </div><div>And wrap careful hands</div><div>Deep within the cushioning cotton of his own?</div><div>Someone who can pull you close, </div><div>When you're feeling so along </div><div>Who speaks not a word, </div><div>But knows how to touch you </div><div>In that one special place </div><div>that lets you know you are still alive?</div><div>Someone who can look into your eyes</div><div>And see past the darkness </div><div>That has come to cloud your soul, </div><div>Someone who find that one spark of caring,</div><div>Who nurtures it back to life...</div><div>The one special someone</div><div>Who can wrap around you with his body</div><div>And give your soul a hug, </div><div>Your heart ease...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-685638006145472328?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-17000761469310775562008-09-03T20:17:00.000-07:002008-09-03T21:32:59.121-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We all have those days where you are just in a funk. Not feeling so cute. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Completely distracted by all the "ish" going on around us. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Trying to come up for at least one gasp of air...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today was one of those days for me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">In one of my classes we were challenged to stop and soak in each of the amazing elements of beauty around us....even in us. </div><div style="text-align: center;">What a reality check. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoSOe-PVzy8/SL9VY1wsTaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4aLxHT_-oUA/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242002376519077282" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I found beauty in the little girl who has stolen my heart. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We were reading a book in her rocker and she stopped, put her little hand on my check and said, "Cole...so beautiful." </div><div style="text-align: center;">The most innocent and precious little girl lifted my spirits for the whole day and helped me realize the beauty in myself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love her.  </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-1700076146931077556?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-15762685736607663262008-09-02T23:25:00.000-07:002008-09-02T23:32:25.784-07:00reasons why i am going to find new roommates. <div><br /></div><div>1. They pressured me into getting a blog. </div><div>2. I will be up all night doing homework because I am sitting here now blogging. </div><div>3. I will probably fall asleep and therefore fail my classes and not graduate. </div><div>4. As a drop out with no degree... most likely I will just have to sell my body on the streets. </div><div> </div><div>too far? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-1576268573660766326?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735970995324125819.post-25471973844703467222008-09-02T14:36:00.000-07:002008-09-02T14:41:01.378-07:00The end of the world might quite possibly be on its way. <div>I never thought that I would join the masses in this cult of blogging. </div><div>In complete desperation to be loved my roommates, I gave in. </div><div>Hopefully this will be evidence for my deep love for them and they will...maybe...let me sleep at night. Just a thought :) </div><div>And who knows...maybe I too will fall in love with the art of blogging. </div><div><br /></div><div>Have patience with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here we go.... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735970995324125819-2547197384470346722?l=nicoleholtzhouser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09280483180465114209noreply@blogger.com4