<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:30:05.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Topsy Turvy Life of Nikki and Becca</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about 2 girls by the name of Nikki and Becca....and even though we try to make things go right...they go wrong, along with our topsy turvy life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-3848023523410143564</id><published>2008-01-31T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:34:28.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE!</title><content type='html'>Lol NO MORE IM POSTS! Lolz well at least not for a while anyway, we do them too much, especially me..lol. Well anyway NO MORE! KK dat all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-3848023523410143564?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3848023523410143564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=3848023523410143564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/3848023523410143564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/3848023523410143564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more.html' title='NO MORE!'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-6551462464999543948</id><published>2008-01-28T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T05:33:34.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat with my friend Luna</title><content type='html'>Hi, this is a chat with my friend Luna but her real name is Luanna. Everyone calls her Lune or Luna. This is not my real AIM name like becca said but this is like a REAL convo. she's gonna kill me later but Luna's name is Stellaluna and mine is Nikkalicious, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna:Hey gurl, what up?&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious:Oh...,.nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: But did u hear....about eliza's secret. I did. I feel so bad.....&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: I was the last to know&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna: I was like....the first....or the last...however you'd say it.....&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: I miss summer camp. I'm going to Camp Cherith this year...&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna: Oh..kool..&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: Did you hear about what SHE said?&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna: Oh, yeah i did. Can you believe her?...&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: um. yeah. Eliza so evil it's not even funny anymore....not that it was....&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna:...soyeah&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: I'm gonna go for a swim. so bye...&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna: R u comin backS?&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: Um...let me think................NO.&lt;br /&gt;Stellaaluna: ok...bye....&lt;br /&gt;Nikkalicious: byeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats what i'm going to do. so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nikkalicious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-6551462464999543948?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6551462464999543948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=6551462464999543948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/6551462464999543948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/6551462464999543948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/chat-with-my-friend-luna.html' title='Chat with my friend Luna'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-6690937660795177587</id><published>2008-01-25T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:52:15.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More and more and more.........</title><content type='html'>LOL I know you are all probably sick of IM posts, well TOO BAD! They are fun to type!! LOL, read this LAST one I SWEAR! This one is me and my friend Elsey, she is omgelsey45  and I am ttlyttbecks! These are not our REAL screen names, we make them up because it is fun to make them up and because the real ones are confidential! LOL here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45: Yo peepa waz up?&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: No mush gf!&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45: u gotta game tomorrow right?&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: yea i do! and we r gonna rox sox&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45: oh ya right u gonna lose u sucka!&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: thx 4 da seport u dumb bff&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45: oh ur welcom3! lolz dork&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: ya u r REAL NICE!! :P&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45: yup........tell me somethin i DONT know! lol LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: i am a loser....and u r a even BIGGER one!!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45: yup dat is y we r friend cuz we r both weird and stupid.....lol i luv u grl!&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: okkkkkkk lil too personal!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45: not DAT kinda luv! lol u a freak becca!&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: that is what it ssssouuuunded like.......&lt;br /&gt;omgelsey45:  OMG! u weirdo person......THING!! lol&lt;br /&gt;ttlyttbecks5: ya well i gtg u DORK!!! lol CU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-6690937660795177587?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6690937660795177587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=6690937660795177587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/6690937660795177587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/6690937660795177587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-and-more-and-more.html' title='More and more and more.........'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-331941709981834013</id><published>2008-01-24T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:11:29.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another IM</title><content type='html'>Talking about IM's are just SO fun, I don't know why, they just are. They are better than a normal post because they are fun to read! This is a sad one kinda, it happened when somethin bad happened to my friend. This one is with me, Becca, and my friend Amelia! :)&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is mizzpurfct, and I am bedabecks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: Yo Bec waz up?&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: not mch....u?&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: lol not much for me either sept me bunny die....waaa... :'(&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: OH! Beverly? I loved her!!! WAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: no da other one&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: u only had one&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: no we got a new one and den it died...waa..his name was Mr. Beverly lol&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: waa }=( u never told me u gotta new one!! MEANIE!&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: oh becca, someday u will learn! lol i can't tell u stuf because then bad stuff happens because I told you! Like when i told you i gotta new bike, the next day I broke my arm on it!&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: ya but u didnt tell me about ur bunny and he STILL DIED! Meanie...}=(&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: I am not even gonna go there! lol&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: mmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeaaaaaaannnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: Whatev&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: u da meanest friend EVA!&lt;br /&gt;mizzpurfct: ya I know! ME EVVVVIIILLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;bedabecks: bye bye DEVIL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the LESS strange ones surprisingly! lol!&lt;br /&gt;Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-331941709981834013?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/331941709981834013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=331941709981834013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/331941709981834013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/331941709981834013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-im.html' title='Another IM'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-873381650833732259</id><published>2008-01-23T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:55:39.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Dis is an IM between me and my friend Lola:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolalicious: Hey becks wat up?&lt;br /&gt;becksamendous: oh....not much&lt;br /&gt;lolalicous: know what i want?&lt;br /&gt;becksamendous: can only imagine...lol&lt;br /&gt;lolalicious: EVERYTHING!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;becksamendous: realllllllllllllllllyyyyy..........interesting...&lt;br /&gt;becksamendous: and how do you suppose u r gonna get it all?&lt;br /&gt;lolalicious: not EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;becksamendous: dat is wat u said!&lt;br /&gt;lolalicious: NEVER LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY!!! LOL HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED THAT BY NOW?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-873381650833732259?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/873381650833732259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=873381650833732259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/873381650833732259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/873381650833732259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-4602926082706225511</id><published>2008-01-18T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:09:46.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i'm ticked like a clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dugena.co.uk/dugena/pocketwatch2107585m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://www.dugena.co.uk/dugena/pocketwatch2107585m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You want to know why I am ticked well i'll tell you why! Me and becca took a test to see if we can skip a grade. There were 8 people that took the test. The other 6 girl's names' were Ashlee, Maria, Kaitlyn, Nick, Joe, and Eric, then of course me and Becca. Well you want to know who made it? These two snobby girls named Maria (well actual name is Carla but every1 calls her Maria) and Ashlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria fits the stereotype popular girl. She's blonde, tall, skinny, green eyes. I hare to say she's super smart and rich. (No this is not Eliza i'm talking about). Seriously! Her bedroom is the size of a 2 floor house smooshed together into 1 floor. Trust me, I used to be her best friend, but Becca hated her so I guess the friendship didn't work out. She always wear applebottom jeans (she got like 21 pairs of em. All in a different style) and really cool designer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee has looonnnnggg cascading auburn hair with blue eyes. She's tall, skinny, (hate to say it) but gorgeous. She is really nice down deep on the inside. She is really sporty. some people don't really like her because she can be a little intimidating at first but she is really really nice down deep. She is 1 of my BFF's along with Becca. She is also Maria/ carla's best friend too. So i guess i have to live with it. But Maria makes her act snobby but she is not. So this is a shoutout to u Ashlee! I luv u, u like my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there u go. Me still ticked like a clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~N!kki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-4602926082706225511?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4602926082706225511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=4602926082706225511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/4602926082706225511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/4602926082706225511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-im-ticked-like-clock.html' title='Why i&apos;m ticked like a clock'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-2975686258536621998</id><published>2008-01-15T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:25:13.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here......</title><content type='html'>Here we are...me and nikki...just sitting here doing nothing...nothing at all! Lol! We are getting ready to go to basketball practice....yeah we are not doin so well this season....but we still have like five games left....So far our record is 2-4 but the season is not over yet! We are to defeat every team we play from here on out...MWAHAHAHAHAH!!!! }=) *pushes becca off chair* Hey, nikki here. I hope BECCA wasn't disturbing you! Isn't that right becca. Uhm muhm (she made me say that) Well anyway, nikki here, well,  Becca and I were talking....well i don't know what to say. *gets up, pushes becca into chair* Hi dis is becks. Ya, well dar is dis really mean teacher at our school named Mrs. Penguin cuz she is mean and grouchy like a penguin and uh.....big...and uh....she waddles. It is not mean to say that because she is SOOO mean to us! Like SOOOO MEAN!!! She had to substitute for our class for like an hour cuz our teach was havin a meetin.......she was SO mean she is like "NO TALKING!!" and we are all like silent.....lolz.....She Is MEAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki n Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-2975686258536621998?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2975686258536621998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=2975686258536621998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/2975686258536621998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/2975686258536621998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/here.html' title='Here......'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-7947665019947084520</id><published>2008-01-14T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:10:37.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac</title><content type='html'>K here's the deal. An interview with ahhhh him......lol i am so weird. (well actually we know him so well we're doing it instead, for him, as friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave sport: football no duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave food: (lol dis one is funny!) raw cookie dough (eeewww! I have seen him eat it straight from the little container thing and it is gross and Taylor his sister is like, "ah Zac." and he is like, "oh sorry, want some?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave color: Orange and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes: No one at the moment...but kinda nikki n becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of: Eliza, moose, not much though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirt types : jokes, teases, physically injures (lol he tries not to hurt u though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...i don't know what else to put. Oh yeah, he's obsessed with showing off in front of girls. Eliza thinks it's her, but it's not. He is not like obsessed obsessed and he likes othe things, but he does show off sometimes, but says he doesn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~N!kki and Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-7947665019947084520?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7947665019947084520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=7947665019947084520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7947665019947084520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7947665019947084520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/zac.html' title='Zac'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-7300190993946183924</id><published>2008-01-14T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:16:10.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My heart beat&lt;br /&gt;A poem by : Nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Beats my heart&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip skip&lt;br /&gt;Does my heart&lt;br /&gt;Go clop clop clop&lt;br /&gt;I am me&lt;br /&gt;I never skip a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;My insides melt&lt;br /&gt;I go dreamy&lt;br /&gt;So seemly&lt;br /&gt;Stare into space&lt;br /&gt;My eyes go blank&lt;br /&gt;I look right through you&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are&lt;br /&gt;My heart still goes&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;When I see&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N!kki&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Andrew, I'm over Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-7300190993946183924?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7300190993946183924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=7300190993946183924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7300190993946183924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7300190993946183924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-heartbeat.html' title='MY heartbeat'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-4339321449555960531</id><published>2008-01-14T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:05:32.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Horsey Worsey</title><content type='html'>This is Becks! My fave christmas present was also my horse! She is a buckskin, her name is Lucy, but I call her Lulu. She is really energetic, and really pretty. Also, fun to ride! Our family has had a really big, really nice stable for like a long time, but we never had our OWN horses. Always borders. But now me and Nikki do! Here is Lulu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0fj9BhwWCmw/R4v4GhIp4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bQRMq91G1wM/s1600-h/horsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155486989313237234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0fj9BhwWCmw/R4v4GhIp4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bQRMq91G1wM/s200/horsey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a REALLY good picture of her. Usually she doesn't take good pics. AT ALL! EVER!! Lol even as Nick!&lt;br /&gt;Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-4339321449555960531?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4339321449555960531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=4339321449555960531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/4339321449555960531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/4339321449555960531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-horsey-worsey.html' title='My Horsey Worsey'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0fj9BhwWCmw/R4v4GhIp4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bQRMq91G1wM/s72-c/horsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-5998474809767433412</id><published>2008-01-14T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:19:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav christmas present!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi!!!! I hope you all had a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! Howdee doo! lol. Wanna know me and becca's fav christmas presents. Well, we each got our own horse. I got a beautiful Black Friesian (no, it's not the webkinz kind, our little brother has the webkinz kind though), and becca's, I haven't seen yet. My other fav christmas presents were my Nintendo Wii and Pink I-pod nano w/ speaker (I-luv). I think Becca's were her uggs, digital camera and her horse. Well I gotta go. Well actually I don't but i'm ending this post soo BUH-BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://www.equinections.com/user_images/3405373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~N!kki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S the picture is of what my black friesian, Shadow kind of looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-5998474809767433412?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5998474809767433412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=5998474809767433412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5998474809767433412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5998474809767433412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-fav-christmas-present.html' title='My fav christmas present!'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-7154443168253514710</id><published>2008-01-14T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:10:51.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel bad for Becca</title><content type='html'>I feel really bad for Becca! She can't hook up  with zac. Wanna know why? I bet ya do, well she was already going out with him, but she broke up with him and now she wants to get back together. But we promised each other we wouldn't let a boy get in the way of our friendship, even if he's cute, sporty and funny and nice....where am I going with this! AHH!!!LOL! well anyway, she's in her room. I'm gonna go visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~N!kki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard. I can't make the first step to asking him out. though, lol. but i'm gonna try. WHAT AM I SAYING! I COULD NEVER DO THAT! haha....so many new things. I haven't dated for um...lets say......3 years, I was close to askin this kid dustin out though.....haha. Was I weird back then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-7154443168253514710?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7154443168253514710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=7154443168253514710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7154443168253514710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7154443168253514710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-bad-for-becca.html' title='I feel bad for Becca'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-1821045829799266285</id><published>2008-01-13T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:53:18.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH</title><content type='html'>The truth is.........Nikki and I BOTH like Zac. He is really nice. And cute. And he is super nice! I already said that,  but it is worth mentioning twice. He plays all sports. He is SO good at basketball. REALLY good at Football. And pretty good at baseball but better at the other two. Hates soccer.  He is our neighbor that we hang out with a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-1821045829799266285?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1821045829799266285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=1821045829799266285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/1821045829799266285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/1821045829799266285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhh.html' title='AHHH'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-7747716800849132753</id><published>2008-01-13T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:07:11.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliza and Zac</title><content type='html'>Yeah I so totally agree with Nikki! It's really funny because Zac like just wants to get away from Eliza and she is all "Zac wait! Don't you want to hang out?" and he  just starts to walk faster. Then she starts to run full speed at him, so he starts to run just to get away. lol it funny! Like one day he was playing basketball on teh court at our school, and she is like sitting there staring at him. Then we are like "Hey Eliza" *she just keeps staring* "Eliza!" *she just keeps staring at him* "ELIZA!!!!" then she jerks back to reality where Zac doesn't like her and says "W-w-what???" And we all roll our eyes and chuck the basketball at her so she'll start the game already!!!  lol that is how it goes. Nikki, do you like Zac? JW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-7747716800849132753?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7747716800849132753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=7747716800849132753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7747716800849132753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7747716800849132753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/eliza-and-zac.html' title='Eliza and Zac'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-8316497191736844408</id><published>2008-01-12T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:54:04.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech! not bleach (like on the suite life of zack and cody) but BLECH!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what Eliza did. She joined basketball just so she could go around and impress Zac (who thinks he's all that but hates Eliza as much as Becca and I do. He's annoying. He lives near us and when we go outside and he's outside, he follows us. He and his friends are stalkers! THE EVIL WRATH OF ZACALEB!! (zac and caleb mixed together)!!!!   AHH!! wicked scary. But anyway. She like LOVES him, but it sooo funny, he like HATES her. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!  But this is what they'd look like as manga people. FUNNY!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0fj9BhwWCmw/R4l83hIp4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXhFPDLeRzg/s1600-h/blech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 324px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0fj9BhwWCmw/R4l83hIp4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXhFPDLeRzg/s200/blech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154788541731561698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's thinking, Omigod, leave me alone already. lol. And she's like, ohhh i love youuuu ZACCCC!!!!! and he's trying to run away and she's like ZACCYYYYY!! where are you going? (zack-ee). hehe. lol. i'm sure becca would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~N!kki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-8316497191736844408?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8316497191736844408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=8316497191736844408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/8316497191736844408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/8316497191736844408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/blech-not-bleach-like-on-suite-life-of.html' title='Blech! not bleach (like on the suite life of zack and cody) but BLECH!!!'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0fj9BhwWCmw/R4l83hIp4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXhFPDLeRzg/s72-c/blech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-32716942559903607</id><published>2008-01-12T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:36:31.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone who i like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry Becca. I can't tell you who i like. I can't even admit to myself that I like him, even though I deep down, deep down really deep down know I like him.  I just can't admit it to myself. Also, his real name doesn't start with J. But i feel crushed. I just don't know what to do.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-32716942559903607?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/32716942559903607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=32716942559903607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/32716942559903607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/32716942559903607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/someone-who-i-like.html' title='someone who i like....'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-5065149438030527876</id><published>2008-01-10T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:35:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me mad....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a teacher who has this favorite student and it is like their pet? Yeah, well I have one this year and it is not woking out so well! My teacher is seriously OBSESSED with not only math, Cammie, a girl in my class. UGH! She always says, oh Cammi, that was so nice, whenever we sing the star spnagled banner in the morning. She also always wants Cammie to be IN with everything. Like when me and my friend Annie were sitting at the table in the front of the room, our teacher said, "No way! Annie and Becca cannot sit together at the front table! How about Cammie, you can go sit with Annie at the front table!" Yeah, you see? Cammie also says things that are NOT true, lies basically. Like on this essay we had to write, I helped my frind Amber. She had some mistakes, and so I corrected them. Also, she needed help to come up with and ending. When we were done, she read it to Cammie. Then Cammie told the teacher (after Amber read it to the class and the teacher praised it) "I was the one who peer editted it with her, and there were some parts that were not right, so I changed them, and all if the mistakes she had I fixed" when I was the one who had done it all! I am over it, and that is only one example of what she does. Also, Nikki, who is your crush? You never told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-5065149438030527876?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5065149438030527876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=5065149438030527876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5065149438030527876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5065149438030527876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/makes-me-mad.html' title='Makes me mad....'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-5090817187164258208</id><published>2008-01-06T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:07:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.families.com/media/holding%20hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://blogs.families.com/media/holding%20hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had the sensation where you liked a boy and he liked you back but you haven't gone out with anybody for a long time and people would think your weird. and you played hard to get? Well that's what it's like for me. I like someone but I haven't told anyone. Not even my BFF's, Becca or E.M. (her real name is Emiline) she likes being called E.M., or Laura, who i've known since I was 3 years old. Yes I know, i'm that bad. I just can't get over him. The last crush I had, he liked me back but he broke my heart. Just like that (snaps fingers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.relationshiptalk.net/images/brokenheart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.relationshiptalk.net/images/brokenheart1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I am over him. I'm afraid my new crush will break my heart in two. again. it gets really hard at times. But i think i'll be okay. Maybe. Well. I gotta go think. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. His name is Jarid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-5090817187164258208?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5090817187164258208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=5090817187164258208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5090817187164258208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5090817187164258208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-2303620172779057401</id><published>2008-01-06T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:07:36.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My teacher, as Nikki said, is VERY strict, and OBSESSED with math. LOL. But, she is really nice, well most of the time anyway, she is just strict, she is a lot HARDER nik's teacher, but not better or anything, and they have to work just as hard, but our teacher just gives us more, like they get probably ten pages of math a week, and we get at least seven pages a DAY! But still, we have all the same work, it is just tought differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Dooper Becca Becks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-2303620172779057401?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2303620172779057401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=2303620172779057401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/2303620172779057401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/2303620172779057401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-teacher.html' title='My teacher'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-3805901450077690849</id><published>2008-01-05T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:08:01.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shopuniformity.com/graphics/su-home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.shopuniformity.com/graphics/su-home.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do people hate? Like it really gets to me, even if they are jealous.They call me swears and bad things sometimes. I mean they call Becca and I bad things. It's not fair. Why does beauty come at a price?!?!?lol, no, JK. I like going to Chippewa Lake in Ohio, it's beautiful. But anyway  enough about me and more about my life. lol. I finished a big assignment at school, unfortunately me and becca have been split up! cruel right? Well Becca's teacher is more strict (we go to a  private school, yes, there are boys, but they are in a different wing). Her teacher is obsessed with MATH!!!!! Mine is obsessed with history. I like math more than history. Just because my teacher isn't as strict as Mrs. Hawthorne (becca's teacher) , people start saying she lets us do whatever we want and doesn't make us work a lot. Well that is a pure lie!! I hate lies!!! They drive me crazy. They do to everyone? don't they. Well anyway I miss Becca during the day, I always sit at my desk, in our school uniform, which is ugly but we have to wear it anyway, slapping my pencil against our scrap paper. Our school uniform has a tie, jacket, skirts and shorts. But everyone breaks the school dress code, and they can't do anything about it  unless they want to lose money by expelling a student and having the parents not pay the tuition fee. So no one cares. You can't wear your skirts higher than your knees! Can you believe it, and in the summer, the same rule applies with skorts. The boys have it easy, they always wear they're pants and shorts however they want.  But every girl wears flashy jewelry (it's against the dress code), the skirts and skorts at leats high than 2 inches aboe your knees, and some major redesigning of the skirts and shirts. Like girls will littealy take their uniforms home and reswer little patches or something cute and funky. All the things i listed are aganst the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the uniforms in this picture kinda look like me and becca's uniforms, which we alter. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-3805901450077690849?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3805901450077690849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=3805901450077690849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/3805901450077690849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/3805901450077690849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-people-hate.html' title='Why do people hate'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-3029114487040152278</id><published>2008-01-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:08:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I finally posted! I'm sure a lot of people have stopped reading this blog if they ever did, but come back now because we have started it again! Well we were both&lt;br /&gt;really busy, and I forgot our username and password and stuff! lol Bad I know! But anyway, the May girls are back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-3029114487040152278?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3029114487040152278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=3029114487040152278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/3029114487040152278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/3029114487040152278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-5200559809555907798</id><published>2007-11-12T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:08:22.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey everybody I'm Becca, I am sisters with Nikki, as you know already. Well, anyway about me, I like gymnatics, and to read and write. For sports I play softball, but that is it, I think I am fairly good at it, but NOT good at ANY other sport other than gymnastics. My goal is to see the world, you know like Rome, Paris, Eygypt, all those exciting places....hmm........well I guess I should go on to my favorite stuff....my favorite number is 32 and my favorite letter is B &amp;amp; R, it's a tie between those two cuz my real name is Rebecca, but I like to be called Becca. My favorite food is chocolate pudding, mmmmmmm....I just ate some and I want more.......I live....I mean me and Nikki.......live in Elko, Nevada. We have a HUGE house, and we are popular too, but like Nikk said we are down to earth....our family is very wealthy, our father invented something that he just recently sold (we can't tell cuz we dont know he wont tell us, he says its "CLASSIFIED") also our mother is a famous model, well not so famous, but she was on the cover of Elle magazine once!!!! YA I KNOW!!!! She is beautiful and our dad is handsome, that is me and Nikki turned out so good, Nikki did not tell you but we are twins, we were born in May, she just said that I was born in December cuz she didn't want people at our school to think it was us who had this blog....hehe.....we have haters.....why wouldn't people be jealous, look at us! LOL!! We have an annoying little brother too, named Vince, but we call him turnip cuz he is wierd and gross and so are they. Well I Love the movie Big Red, animals are so cool! We have two dogs and one cat. I have to go, Nikki is pulling me off the computer. C'ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Becca~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-5200559809555907798?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5200559809555907798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=5200559809555907798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5200559809555907798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/5200559809555907798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2007/11/becca.html' title='Becca'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224554058508815013.post-7748404409746648924</id><published>2007-11-11T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:08:33.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nikki here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hi,&lt;br /&gt;Nikki here. I'll tell about me, then when Becca comes on she'll tell a little about herself. Ok, I have brown hair that comes to my waist(except near the summer when I cut it. My favorite food is....well...it's a tie between pizza and popcorn. I have blue eyes (an annoyingly common color), and I like blueberry milkshakes. I get kinda jumpy at some times, am very fashionable and popular, (So is Becca) but i can assure you, that we are both ditzy and down to earth.we love to go on the computer, i was born in may, she was born in December, a winter baby. And our last name is May. I personally love gymnastics and am very good at it, i can do a front walkover, handstand, back bend, cartwheel, roundoff and that's all. I'm still working on it. I play guitar and piano too. I like to write my own music through the piano! I like chewing gum, I don't like to stop talking either. I don't have any other blogspot website or any other website except for the one and only blogger. I don't like to have my picture taken even though i have a great smile (not trying to brag), and am very photogenic. I like going to the movies with Becca, and writing here on the blog, even though i haven't done much. lol. So those are somethings bout me you should know. Plus Becca will tell you more about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N!kk!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224554058508815013-7748404409746648924?l=ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7748404409746648924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224554058508815013&amp;postID=7748404409746648924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7748404409746648924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224554058508815013/posts/default/7748404409746648924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttnikkinbecca.blogspot.com/2007/11/nikki-here.html' title='nikki here'/><author><name>Nikki and Becca Mays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098624595282717260</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></entry></feed>
