<?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-5433003441174148789</id><updated>2011-08-31T18:44:48.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romney Says</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about anything and everything..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-3461131467050879662</id><published>2009-01-27T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:02:32.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved Again</title><content type='html'>I have my OWN domain now. &lt;a href="http://romneysheree.com"&gt;http://romneysheree.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only be using this to comment on other blogspot pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-3461131467050879662?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3461131467050879662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=3461131467050879662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/3461131467050879662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/3461131467050879662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2009/01/moved-again.html' title='Moved Again'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-4004458255595113800</id><published>2008-06-18T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:02:16.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Moved</title><content type='html'>Well blogspot it was fun! Lol, I moved so if you wanna keep up and in touch with me you have to register to my new site. I'm going to get way personal and I want to be able to track who is reading my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I filed a police report so if you want to know why register!&lt;a href="http://romney.intricate-life.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romney Says&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-4004458255595113800?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4004458255595113800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=4004458255595113800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/4004458255595113800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/4004458255595113800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-moved.html' title='I Moved'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-5382313566808448378</id><published>2008-06-14T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:09:18.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck that.</title><content type='html'>I am about to quit my fucking job. I've been working at The Body Shop(TBS) for a year and some change..and I'm either going to quit or transfer.  My store is getting ready to close in a few months because the mall we are in is being turned into a hotel.  Well I can get transferred so it's not a big deal. The big deal is that we have 4 managers, including me, and no associates. It's getting out of hand. My schedule is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun 12-5 (TBS), Mon 10-3 Library 3:30-Close(TBS), Tues 11-4 Library, Wed 12-5 Library, Thur 10-3 Library 3:30-Close(TBS), Fri 3-Close, Sat 9-2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USUALLY. That's my schedule. Notice how I work EVERYDAY. Well that's insane. So I told TBS that I need 1 day on the weekend off and then 2 days off every other weekend. Sounds reasonable right? Well yeah I thought so! Until I looked at the sched earlier this week they had me on from 9-4 on Saturday like I'm some damn Store Manager. Today I was trying to have an awesome time on my ONE day off and I get a call from my manager, saying she can't find anyone to work next Friday so she needs me to. I was like isn't that my ONE day off? She's like yeah, so I told her well I can't do it because then that means I won't have a day off, she gets quiet and then I said ok bye. Well a few minutes later I get a damn text and she's saying that she needs me to work 1-close next Saturday, MIND you I was scheduled to work 9-2, where the hell did 1-close come from? I told her I have plans after work. She says that she needs 2 people there or some bullshit. I told her well I don't know what to tell you I already have plans. She texts me saying how  I have Friday &amp; Sunday off, and she needs me to work 1-Close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a flying fuck what she needs me to work. I am not asking for much and don't try to throw up my days off in my face. I've been offered by two other managers to transfer to their stores in a second I'm taking up their offer. That shit is ridiculous, they need to hire someone else because this is messing with me mentally. I couldn't sleep a few nights ago because I was damn near crying from working so much.  It's aggravating and it's inconsiderate to ask someone to come in on their only day off and then try to change their hours around, no that's insane. I either work 9-2 or its a wrap and I'm transferring elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-5382313566808448378?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5382313566808448378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=5382313566808448378' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/5382313566808448378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/5382313566808448378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-that.html' title='Fuck that.'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-2705840506730404224</id><published>2008-06-12T11:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:46:18.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Irritable..</title><content type='html'>Lately I have just been so irritated by a lot of different things, and I honestly don't know why. My recent aggravation episode came this morning at the library. I decided to wear my cute salmon colored shorts. Now I don't do coochie cutters because my butt is too big, I don't even wear shorts because they are hard to find for my size 12 hips to fit into. Well I actually found 2 pairs of shorts that fit GREAT. The weather said it would be like 90 so I was going to wear them to the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/IMG00006-1.jpg" align="right"&gt;I'm not employed by the library I'm employed under a grant program funded by the state and I'm not a library employee.  Well all the librarians at my branch and the staff are real cool. Except this black woman of course who came back a few weeks ago from being at another library. I was always a bit iffy about her, she's just too extra. Well today I was talking to her about something and saw she printed something out then she hands it to me. I'm like what's this she is just like oh this is just summer attire reminders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down the first thing on the list....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHORTS&lt;/span&gt;. I'm like okay...I didn't know. Well I e-mailed the program director to find out what he has to say. I'm not going to be dressing like her, sweater and thick ass khaki pants. What am I asking to be struck by a heat wave? No, that's insane. I'm sure the directors going to say it's okay for us (Cyber people at the branch) to wear shorts, as long as they are appropriate. I didn't buy these shorts for them to be collecting dust in my closet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel absolutely uncomfortable now and embarrassed. She didn't have to print out a list for me she could have just told me instead of giving me a list! I just put it in the recycling bin =[ stupid lady. I'm going to wear my shorts anyway. And the next time she's like you can't wear those I'm going to tell her to FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Jons supposed to meet me at work today so we can go out to eat. Maybe we can go to Fridays that will make me feel better =[.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-2705840506730404224?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2705840506730404224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=2705840506730404224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/2705840506730404224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/2705840506730404224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-irritable.html' title='SO Irritable..'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-3072386069001440473</id><published>2008-06-10T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:40:32.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Way TOO Nice</title><content type='html'>So just to briefly let everyone know about my second job I'm a "CyberNavigator" at the library. Which is a new program for computer savvy people to help patrons out with anything computer related. I give people typing tutorials, show them how to use search engines ANYTHING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today a guy was supposed to come in at 11:30, he arrives at 11:40 and he says he just wants to learn how to do a resume. So I show him webresume.com, which is a pretty nifty sight you should check it out, and he's into it whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt;, the library attracts a lot of homeless people who are regulars actually and they don't bother anyone&lt;/span&gt;. Well I'm talking to "Frank" the guy I'm helping and let's say "Charles" the regular is not minding his damn business. I'm explaining to Frank about different email sites like gmail and how it is very popular. Well Charles decides to say something, I don't even know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; but he tells dude that Gmail isn't good for professional reasons. LOL. I'm like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?&lt;/span&gt; So Franks dumbass is like well he said it's not a good site LOL. I'm like HOW?? Frank says "he just said it wasn't." I had this look on my face like are you serious? Boy oh boy. I mean really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel better now. Just a rant! Haha, ya'll think I'm crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-3072386069001440473?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3072386069001440473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=3072386069001440473' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/3072386069001440473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/3072386069001440473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-way-too-nice.html' title='I&apos;m Way TOO Nice'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-6256697407227267132</id><published>2008-06-08T21:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:13:42.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/bighair2-1-1.png" align="right"&gt;Well I must say my week went pretty well, although it did start off a bit rough. My check comes in through USPS every 2 weeks and unfortunately last Saturday I had no check in sight. I had found out it was returned to the foundation, which was an inconvenience for me, but I have it now so that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nena, Kate, Claire, and Melanie, are the names of my newest pals. I'm so excited about what the summer is going to bring with us. My roommate Cole is going to be moving out in a few weeks to LA, so Nena &amp; I have to find a 3rd roommate after she gets settled in. I love this apartment, two floors, two bathrooms, three bedrooms, kitchen with new appliances, spacious living room. It'll definitely be great to have all girls living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon came over for the weekend, we had an awesome time. For the first time in like 2 months I went to Target.  Went to look for a cute dress for my party and I totally didn't like anything! I did find my dream dress though in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ashley Stewart&lt;/span&gt;! I hate trying on clothes and I wasn't in the mood but I sucked it up and tried it on and I fell in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! I went and bought it! Today we went to Flat Top Grill, where you can make your own stir fry! It was such a great experience and I was so full it was ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe tomorrows Monday, back to work, not cool at all! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24 days until my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-6256697407227267132?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6256697407227267132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=6256697407227267132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/6256697407227267132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/6256697407227267132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-1495772407822724147</id><published>2008-06-03T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:04:35.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romney On Politics</title><content type='html'>Tonight &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Obama surpassed the 2,118 nominations&lt;/span&gt; he needed to become the Democratic nominee and I couldn't be any more excited.  I have never been into politics because to be honest I never understood them.  I would shy away from political debates because I didn't know any of the terms nor what was going on.  Well 1 year ago when this campaign started I knew I was going to be able to vote for the first time and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wanted to be involved.&lt;/span&gt; I was determined to keep with the campaign and also not be afraid to talk about my pro choice and debate with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/obama3-1.png" align="left"&gt;Of course I don't personally know Obama but I get such a great feeling that this country needs someone like him in office.  His family is outstanding especially in spirit.  He gives you inspiration with his positivity. Not once has he bashed Hilary the way she's attempted to try and bring him down.  That's a great leader, who can take a low blow and still come out on top. Besides, it can't get any worse than Bush, well then there's McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is talk of who will he have run as his VP. My sister &amp; my mother believe it shouldn't be Hilary, for the sheer fact that she &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;dogged him out&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; according to my mother.  Which is true.  I personally think that Hilary fought the only way she knew how. Unfortunately it didn't accomplish much. Obama has been very compassionate since day one and has also been encouraging towards Clinton while she hasn't done nearly the same in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait until November so that I can cast my vote. I hope all of you will do the same whether you are Repub or Democ every vote does count. Those people who say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I'm not going to vote because my vote isn't going to matter"&lt;/span&gt; really need a reality check. If you don't vote then it definitely won't count. Stop assuming and get off your lazy ass and just vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-1495772407822724147?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1495772407822724147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=1495772407822724147' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/1495772407822724147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/1495772407822724147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/06/romney-on-politics.html' title='Romney On Politics'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-3040022037115953203</id><published>2008-06-01T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:54:00.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Some Progress!</title><content type='html'>Its official. I'll be 21 next month, July 4th to be exact. What do I have planned for the big &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TWO ONE&lt;/span&gt; you ask! Well first I wanted to go to Toronto. Tickets are like 500 bucks. That's out. Then I was gonna do this cute little road trip. Nope. Then it came to me!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COCKTAIL PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest friend Nena likes to call herself an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Event Planner&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; so she's excited about planning my party! I invited my BFF Venetta &lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/DSC02117-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;from back home to come so she might be coming out from CT. My DC lesbians Tijua &amp;amp; Felicia &lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/babies.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;are trying to come, I miss them SO much! They are like the brothers I never had.  I'm getting my invitations ready next week! I'm going to look for a cute dress and everyone has to look fancy or they are not getting in! I just want the mood to be chill. My birthdays are always sucky or someone messes up my day, but no, I am not allowing that this year.  I put together a &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/lists/012399301280113"&gt;Target List&lt;/a&gt; of all the things I want, funny list check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I didn't do much. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/deftonedani"&gt;Danielle &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; I went to eat and caught up on a few things as far as life goes. It's good to have a girl to talk with, especially when you can relate to what each other is going through. Then Jonathan &amp;amp; I went to a luxurious place I personally love to call Burger King. I was definitely craving it! Afterward we just walked around enjoying the day it was beautiful outside.  I suggested we get some fancy Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, I'm such a pig I had a waffle sundae and I was dropping things all over myself Ha. Overall the weekend was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is weird to me, people who have those leashes on their kids. I just think it's inhumane. Can you not control your child to the point that you treat them like an animal? It's understandable that kids can get a bit rowdy but to have that restraint on them when it's not necessary. I personally can't stand looking at something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://intricate-life.com"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; for commenting my past posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-3040022037115953203?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3040022037115953203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=3040022037115953203' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/3040022037115953203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/3040022037115953203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-some-progress.html' title='Here&apos;s Some Progress!'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-8934717527925190660</id><published>2008-05-25T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:30:18.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Analyze</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if my boyfriend wants to check me into a mental institution.  I have this problem where I don't know how to speak up when somethings bothering me.  And I'll wait til' it has bugged me to the point that I just bring it up randomly.  Now I wasn't always like this.  I used to be a very blunt person and within the past few years I have softened up a little too much than I'd like to.  But I do commend my boyfriend for being a man and dealing with my nonsense when I know I have driven him to the tip of the ice berg.  I can at least admit when I'm wrong and it takes a lot to change. Hey I'm trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed a lot of times I catch myself zoning out and my mind wandering, with this blank stare on my face, sometimes my eyes even get watery.  This is a ramble dedicated to my &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/bloodys_"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;, who usually catches me in these stares and asks "what's wrong." I reply "nothin" because I know if I speak on it I'll just break down &amp;amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My father passing away.&lt;/span&gt; How I can't believe it, memories flash in my mind, he's always in my dreams &amp;amp; sometimes I sigh really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Being a work-a-holic.&lt;/span&gt;  Having 1 free day out of the week from both jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The weight I've gained.  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could work out but working 6/7 days a week, the gym isn't exactly #1 on the things I want to do on my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. My hair breaking off, falling out.&lt;/span&gt; It grows its thick healthy then one time out the year it massively sheds off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Not having family &amp;amp;  friends closer.&lt;/span&gt; I love Chicago I wish I could have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. How understanding, loving &amp;amp; accepting my boyfriend is.&lt;/span&gt; I drive him nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Wondering if I'll ever graduate from college.&lt;/span&gt; Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Making a decent income but afraid of buying anything.&lt;/span&gt; I feel like because I have a little cash if I spend a little then I'll go broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video my family just made for me today. My mom, my younger sister Maya, my older sister Shayla and her daughter (my niece) Anna. I miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid123.photobucket.com/albums/o304/mayad91/007.flv" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-8934717527925190660?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8934717527925190660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=8934717527925190660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/8934717527925190660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/8934717527925190660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/05/over-analyze.html' title='Over Analyze'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-6917522564739899017</id><published>2008-05-22T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:25:06.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Off With a Bang.</title><content type='html'>Before you read ask yourself this: Am I going to be a lurker or a commenter?&lt;br /&gt;If you answered a lurker then I strongly suggest you stop reading.  I'm going to talk about things I don't feel comfortable discussing but I am because I want to get it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start my blog off with something everyone can relate to (if you're normal) and something that is even more real to me.  Feeling insecure.  Even right now I feel funny about writing about this but I will anyway.  It might sound crazy/silly to some people but some deal with it on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; underbite that is way noticeable.  For the past 5 years or so I have dealt with people who tease me about it from kids to a female who is way older than me.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Why would a grown woman make fun of me, is beyond me. I could get into how she's one of those people who are ugly on the inside so it makes her even uglier or on the outside. Or how her and her kids look dirty, but then I'd be on her level.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;  At times this underbite makes me feel uncomfortable, embarrassed, and insecure. I get so worried about it and it drives me nuts.  I have days when I don't really care especially when people say it &lt;a href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/IMG00067.png"&gt;makes me look like my dad&lt;/a&gt;.  I even became so insecure that I would think that guys treated me the way they did because I wasn't perfect or that "dime" they were looking for.  I'm glad I met someone who doesn't care about that and makes me feel beautiful.  Don't get it twisted I don't think I'm ugly I just have a visible flaw.  I know I'm beautiful on the inside and the outside because my family, friends and my boyfriend tell me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Item Of the Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majority of my items will be from The Body Shop, I love my job, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?categoryId=cat20075&amp;amp;productId=prod6270037"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHftUB0hd-Q/SDYrFDKQohI/AAAAAAAAABE/LScpf0mQMaE/s320/pp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203393785220866578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peppermint Foot Rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This product is way fabulous. Especially after being on your feet all day.  It is a great foot moisturizer.  I've massaged it on my man's feet. (Grow up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIP Muffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/IMG00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 202px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d131/romz7487/IMG00284.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (my sister's cat died 2 weeks ago :[ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHftUB0hd-Q/SDYzKzKQoiI/AAAAAAAAABM/T9lU4RU5G_g/s1600-h/IMG00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHftUB0hd-Q/SDYzKzKQoiI/AAAAAAAAABM/T9lU4RU5G_g/s320/IMG00243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203402680098136610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece is the cutest baby, ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-6917522564739899017?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6917522564739899017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=6917522564739899017' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/6917522564739899017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/6917522564739899017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/05/starting-off-with-bang.html' title='Starting Off With a Bang.'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHftUB0hd-Q/SDYrFDKQohI/AAAAAAAAABE/LScpf0mQMaE/s72-c/pp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433003441174148789.post-2855520300576516965</id><published>2008-05-17T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:58:46.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Almost Done.</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFFICIAL&lt;/span&gt; first entry is on its' way. Are you ready?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433003441174148789-2855520300576516965?l=romneysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2855520300576516965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5433003441174148789&amp;postID=2855520300576516965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/2855520300576516965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5433003441174148789/posts/default/2855520300576516965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romneysays.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-almost-done.html' title='I&apos;m Almost Done.'/><author><name>The Motivated Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqPiJhCDCU/TiBGjcTwGOI/AAAAAAAAA9A/494_2FJ9F2E/s220/SAM_0325-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
