<?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-22393647</id><updated>2011-11-09T22:03:28.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Six</title><subtitle type='html'>Yet another notch on the bedpost of an obsessive journal collector.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-4652214658019558689</id><published>2008-08-22T12:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:16:44.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Quick &amp;amp; Painless ENNEAGRAM Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;4- the Individualist&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/986/276/9872769248634057572/mt1117662069.jpg" width="" height="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div&gt;you chose BY - your Enneagram type is FOUR (aka "The Romantic")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am unique"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting! &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I Like About Being a FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my ability to establish warm connections with people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being unique and being seen as unique by others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having aesthetic sensibilities &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's Hard About Being a FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling guilty when I disappoint people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;expecting too much from myself and life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fearing being abandoned &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;obsessing over resentments &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;longing for what I don't have &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOURs as Children Often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are very sensitive &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feel that they don't fit in &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;believe they are missing something that other people have &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;not understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOURs&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;as Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;help their children become who they really are &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;support their children's creativity and originality &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are sometimes overly critical or overly protective &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: 20px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr align="left" color="#aaeeaa" size="2" width="400"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-4652214658019558689?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/4652214658019558689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=4652214658019558689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4652214658019558689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4652214658019558689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/08/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-1873372867022378486</id><published>2008-08-20T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:34:51.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Cool Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Modern, Cool Nerd&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/104/656/10465692962375378952/mt1124997258.jpg" width="" height="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;div&gt;For The Record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, &lt;b&gt;Cool Nerd&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerds didn't use to be cool, but in the 90's that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn't quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and "geek is chic." The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Again! -- &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815"&gt;THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-nerd-geek-or-dork-test"&gt;Take The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/tai+chi+melody/track/88+pattern+of+tai+chi+chuan"&gt;Tai Chi Melody - 88 Pattern Of Tai Chi Chuan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-1873372867022378486?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/1873372867022378486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=1873372867022378486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1873372867022378486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1873372867022378486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-cool-nerd.html' title='I&apos;m A Cool Nerd'/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-5412040730155339882</id><published>2008-08-20T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:33:13.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English Genius!  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;English Genius&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;You did so extremely well, even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-commonly-confused-words-test"&gt;Take The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-5412040730155339882?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/5412040730155339882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=5412040730155339882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5412040730155339882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5412040730155339882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/08/english-genius.html' title='English Genius!  :)'/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-1955911916277108366</id><published>2008-04-15T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:24:52.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juno comes out on DVD today!  Guess what Adam and I will be doing tonight.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nice to watch it without having a rip-roaring sore throat.  All three times I saw it late last year, I was also suffering from that horrid infection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-1955911916277108366?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/1955911916277108366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=1955911916277108366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1955911916277108366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1955911916277108366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/04/juno-comes-out-on-dvd-today-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-3899751259152977666</id><published>2008-03-19T00:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:19:32.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here, in Chicago.  Unpacking like crazy.  Weirded out by the driving and try to avoid it when possible.  I'll feel so much better once I'm all settled in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-3899751259152977666?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/3899751259152977666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=3899751259152977666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/3899751259152977666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/3899751259152977666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-here-in-chicago.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-8525961318717641062</id><published>2008-03-18T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:57:01.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Spelling is Perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourspellingquiz/spelling.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spelling is excellent. You also have a great memory and eye for detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourspellingquiz/"&gt;How's Your Spelling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-8525961318717641062?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/8525961318717641062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=8525961318717641062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/8525961318717641062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/8525961318717641062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-spelling-is-perfect-you-got-1010.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-4774115548040154450</id><published>2008-03-01T11:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:33:34.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The move date is finalized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 17, 2008!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means three weeks from now, I'll be living in Chicago for good.  No more tearful goodbyes at the airport.  No more scratching my brain trying to figure out how to pack for the Chicago weather and not have to check bags.  No more psycho neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is a little bit nervous, a lot excited, and feels bittersweet about the whole thing?  :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-4774115548040154450?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/4774115548040154450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=4774115548040154450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4774115548040154450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4774115548040154450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/03/move-date-is-finalized-march-17-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-4996363199833838878</id><published>2008-02-12T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:53:14.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/lilrongal" title="Meez 3D avatars and free games."&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.meez.com/user/02/07/0207_10000212775_1202881377133.gif" alt="Meez 3D avatar avatars games" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated just a bit to reflect new hair length.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-4996363199833838878?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/4996363199833838878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=4996363199833838878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4996363199833838878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4996363199833838878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/02/updated-just-bit-to-reflect-new-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-6229961726446612099</id><published>2008-02-01T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:26:23.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot's happened since I last wrote.  Looks like November was the last time.  Wow, and here it is, already February 2008.  I've been spending most of my time at my &lt;a href="http://lilrongal.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Live Journal&lt;/a&gt;, and most of my readership is there, so I don't really know what to write here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so a quick rundown.  Right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;I went to Atlanta for a combination Thanksgiving/Christmas celebration titled Thanksmas, and celebrated it with Adam's family.  I stayed there from 11/19 until 11/24 and it was awesome.  The only bad thing was the sore throat, which was the start of several weeks of severe pain for me.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to New York City with Adam!  I got to see RENT, the tree at Rockefeller Center, and got to hang out with my friend Wanda.  It was really cool, even though I was again, sick.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned 33, saw the movie Juno three times, and ate Jeni's ice cream for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam spent a week with me.  We visited my mom for Christmas, and hung out with little Aidan, and generally just had a great time together.  I loved having him here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new computer for Christmas!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aidan turned five, the best age ever!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;Jetted off to Chicago for the long MLK weekend and gorged myself on America's Next Top Model and froze my booty off.  Adam and I also started doing some cleaning and rearranging to the apartment that will soon be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sore throat finally stopped hurting at the level at which it was.  It was horrible.  The thought of it brings back scary pain-filled memories, and I am so scared it's going to come back.  I am not even sure what exactly caused it, but I don't ever want it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is huge for me.  I'm moving to Chicago, I'm getting married, and life will be crazy.  At least three major life changes this year in store for me, because I will need to find a new job.  Which is crazy, I know, with us heading into a recession.  But I have to leap now, or I'll always find a reason to stay here, where it's safe.  And where I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is a wreck.  A hot mess.  I really wish I could go to a salon and have someone give it the help it so desperately needs, but for what I get, it'll cost me at least $75 and with my budget being so iffy, with it looking like I owe the IRS AGAIN this year (grrrr) and with me trying to save all I can so I can move, I just can't justify the expense, no matter how crazy my hair looks.  That's what ponytail holders are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massage would be really nice, too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-6229961726446612099?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/6229961726446612099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=6229961726446612099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6229961726446612099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6229961726446612099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-quite-while-hasnt-it-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-8211733318336035760</id><published>2007-11-07T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:03:54.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your need for fairness is strong now and that could mean that you're all fired up -- or that you're ready to bring the heightened tensions down a few notches. One way or another, things will go your way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Let's just say that I'm pissed off and fed up and someone other than me is going to pay for it, for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-8211733318336035760?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/8211733318336035760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=8211733318336035760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/8211733318336035760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/8211733318336035760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-need-for-fairness-is-strong-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-962894073496425928</id><published>2007-11-03T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:27:21.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish people would stop using &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; as an object pronoun.  It drives me crazy.  People overcorrecting the usuage of &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; as a subject.  So, I see things such as "My mom and I" as the caption for a photo, when it should be "My mom and me."  I see this all the time, but I don't say anything because well, being a grammer nazi isn't all that cool and well, who cares?  Except me, of course.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-962894073496425928?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/962894073496425928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=962894073496425928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/962894073496425928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/962894073496425928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish-people-would-stop-using-i-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-96093687040697491</id><published>2007-11-03T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:37:39.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Between the Nyquil that is still wearing off, the fact that I had to pee every 45 minutes, and Aidan wetting the bed this morning, I didn't get a lot of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting a hug and kiss from Aidan is a big help. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is rereading a really good &lt;a href="http://www.ermamuseum.org/home.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Erma Bombeck&lt;/a&gt; book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-96093687040697491?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/96093687040697491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=96093687040697491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/96093687040697491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/96093687040697491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/11/between-nyquil-that-is-still-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-962550940346856574</id><published>2007-10-30T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:17:20.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh.  Today is DRAGGING.  At 9:30 this morning, it felt like it should have been lunchtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city smelled extra bad this morning.  Periodically, the air will just... reek, like a toilet or something.  Today was one of those days, and ick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is uncomfortable today.  I'm too warm, which RARELY happens, and all I've been doing all day is checking off vocabulary words.  My mind is about to melt from the boredom.  My pages are due tomorrow, I REALLY hope they come in.  When I have something that's challenging, the day goes much more quickly, and I feel like I'm contributing a lot more.  As of now, I cannot check off another vocabulary list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow email day, a slow work day, a slow, slow day.  But I bet that once the clock hits 4:15pm, the time will speeeeeed up.  &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of Advice:  Never start reading a really good book during lunch.  The afternoon will take &lt;em&gt;that much longer&lt;/em&gt; to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-962550940346856574?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/962550940346856574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=962550940346856574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/962550940346856574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/962550940346856574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/10/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-7421778833984015981</id><published>2007-10-17T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:01:15.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How old were you when you got your first library card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleven or so, I think.  Can't remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the first book you can remember reading from a library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some book that I colored all over even though I was told not to.  I was about five or six, and it was from the school library.  I thought I was being nice.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you ever participate in a summer reading program or other kids' event at a library growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not at a library.  I did BookIt! through my school when I was in 3rd grade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you remember when card catalogues weren't computerized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you went to the library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dropped some stuff on Monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many books do you usually check out of the library at one time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least five.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name one great author you've discovered at your library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherry Whytock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the librarian at your elementary school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember my primary librarian, but I do remember my 4–6th grade librarian.  She was interesting.  My high school librian(s) hated me because I was so disruptive, especially if anyone mentioned anything about Joe McIntyre having a girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many times a year do you go to the library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least 50.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could change on thing about your library, what would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno.  It's a pretty cool place.  Everything's computerized, the reserve system is great, The teen section is good, and check-out is also computerized.  You can pay overdue fines online.  It's a swanky system.  I'm going to miss it when I move to Chicago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-7421778833984015981?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/7421778833984015981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=7421778833984015981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7421778833984015981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7421778833984015981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-8287933598009633384</id><published>2007-10-15T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:31:14.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;A: A wallpaper of Adam and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A: There is one in the living room, and one in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;A. Right-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;A. II once had a baby removed from my body.  Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?&lt;br /&gt;A. The dentist says my back teeth are soft and that some are coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;A. Aidan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHITTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;A. I wouldn't change it.  I go by "Ronni" anyway, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;A. Pink, brown, teal, green, red.  I think I look okay in almost every color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever saved someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;A. Not that I'm aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes, those nurses at the hospital back when I went into complications while I was in labor with Aidan.  And a guy on the suicide prevention hotline back in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes.  As long as Adam is okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. I doubt anyone would ask me to do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.  I don't like hot sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;A.  Absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;A:  I'm in my lounging clothes.  No pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;A. I thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A: Carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Could you live with roommates?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not if I'm not married to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A: About five, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;A:  October 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not struggling with money all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Friend you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: Aidan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number?&lt;br /&gt;A:  19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season?&lt;br /&gt;A: Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;A: My typing, the fan, the neighbor's crappy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;A: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: The bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: Move to Chicago and marry Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: I can be.  I'm also very introverted at times.  Depends on my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-8287933598009633384?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/8287933598009633384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=8287933598009633384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/8287933598009633384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/8287933598009633384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/10/technology-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-5992777102071334104</id><published>2007-09-18T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:11:56.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I are totally getting married!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-5992777102071334104?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/5992777102071334104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=5992777102071334104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5992777102071334104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5992777102071334104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/09/adam-and-i-are-totally-getting-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-535743689828217450</id><published>2007-09-11T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:31:40.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilrongal/1324888991/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1239/1324888991_fd2d0d9ebd_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="Adam &amp; Me" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me so happy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-535743689828217450?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/535743689828217450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=535743689828217450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/535743689828217450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/535743689828217450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-makes-me-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1239/1324888991_fd2d0d9ebd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-5510890580978863741</id><published>2007-08-19T12:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:11:35.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, the horoscopes are dead on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Ronica,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your  horoscope&lt;br /&gt;for Sunday, August 19:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You're a little cranky, but that's just a sign that you  need to slow down and process all the big emotional business that has been  happening in your life lately. Try to find some quiet time to zone out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-5510890580978863741?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/5510890580978863741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=5510890580978863741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5510890580978863741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5510890580978863741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/08/every-once-in-while-horoscopes-are-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-7531911615216526185</id><published>2007-08-18T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:26:54.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The next person you'll hold hands with; will it mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It'll be Aidan and it'll be to keep him from running off in a parking lot, most likely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever drank alcohol straight from the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really, but I do think I should be more accomplished than I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every once in a while I'll get a little freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When am I ever satisfied?  But for the most part, I'm okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When's the last time you chose a bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A couple nights ago.  Probably will tonight, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, it's hard to find real wood to knock on these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.  Adam can, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can forgive others, but not myself.  And I'll never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. B!#$%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An enchilada from El Vaquero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you listening to music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About twice a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you in a complicated relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only complicated thing is that he lives 400 miles from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you hate more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever tripped someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Name one thing that is always on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever stolen anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Name your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giraffe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think I've ever made one, I've witnessed them being made, though.  Hilarious.  It's fun trying to keep a straight face so as not to distract the caller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that I recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.  Yes, they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you use chapstick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you own something from Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last time I remember was last Thursday (8/8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You buying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever been in a castle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you thinking about somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever stripped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you chat on AIM often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.  I use the messenger inside of AOL and only a very few people can contact me on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Full House or Brady Bunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brady Bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Did you like your high school guidance counselor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.  He was always getting me to apply for programs and scholarships and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Has anyone ever called you a tease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you have any scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Relationships or one night stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Have you seen all the Rocky movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Who was the last person that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Made me cry?  I don't know.  Probably Aidan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever wish upon a star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where is your dad right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;62. Last time you kissed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got Milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.  Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam.  He never answered.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Razr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What do you smell like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I imagine I smell like I just got out of bed, which I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hazel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Have you ever done a Chinese fire drill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but Tami was in her car in front of me once, and she did one and it was hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. What color is your bedroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you have a chair in your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you know someone named Betsy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What color is your mom's hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you remember singing any songs as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Do you like fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Are you allergic to anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What is your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Popcorn, fries, Aidan, spring, autumn, wood smoke, Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Have you ever been to a spa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Did you take science all four years of high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you like butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you think that person misses you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep.  Fewer than two weeks 'til I see him again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Have you ever seen your school counselor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. What is one thing you've learned about life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expect the unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever been stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What does your mom call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ronni.  Among the other names she's called me over the years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaghetti, Oblette, Obby, Gobba-Gee, Skinny-Minny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;98.What does you hair look like right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A hot mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Has anyone told you that they like you more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. What have you eaten today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing.  I just got up, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-7531911615216526185?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/7531911615216526185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=7531911615216526185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7531911615216526185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7531911615216526185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-3051380965797650237</id><published>2007-08-04T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:00:13.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm supposed to be having brunch with an old college roommate. And meeting up with my ex-boyfriend and his wife. Oh, and hitting the Fair with Angelo for a few hours. Monday, hitting the Fair again with Chris, Aidan, and Craig. Late Monday, Adam comes into town and I'll be with him the next three days (not long enough!!). Thursday evening, I'm going to see Harry Potter (again) with a co-worker. Busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take lots and lots of pictures. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-3051380965797650237?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/3051380965797650237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=3051380965797650237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/3051380965797650237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/3051380965797650237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-popular-tomorrow-im-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-2279436324348184718</id><published>2007-07-26T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:12:59.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am actually physically pissed off at how slowly this day is going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-2279436324348184718?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/2279436324348184718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=2279436324348184718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/2279436324348184718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/2279436324348184718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-actually-physically-pissed-off-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-6768543501194806229</id><published>2007-07-25T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:08:20.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the entire system shut down when I put in a picture CD is not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My browser (Flock) is the only thing responding at the moment. And it takes about ten minutes to get this thing up and running again, so I'm not keen on rebooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-6768543501194806229?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/6768543501194806229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=6768543501194806229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6768543501194806229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6768543501194806229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-5903983443807609723</id><published>2007-07-24T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:57:48.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live Journal is down at the moment, so I am posting here.  Not that I have much to say or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do the &lt;a href="http://www.triplux.com/1001/otherlists.asp" target="_blank"&gt;101 in 1001&lt;/a&gt; thing.  I've been compiling the list for a few days now, and I'd considered putting together a special Web page for it at &lt;a href="http://anywhere-is.net" target="_blank"&gt;Anywhere Is&lt;/a&gt;, but we'll see.  I'll probably just do one on here.  Another Blogger page.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer is lagging a bit, but it's not as slow as it can be at times.  The screen on my laptop is going.  I just have to back up a few things, then I'm going to take it in soon.  I have that three-year service plan, so I should hope I'd get a brand new computer.  That whole issue with the scalding hot power adapter does not sit well with me either.  It's dangerously hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new laptop anyway.  I think it's time.  Again, I just have to back up some music (I think it might be backed up, actually) and a few graphics and documents, clear off all the sensitive data, and I should be all set.  If the plan does indeed cover a new laptop due to the screen going out, then YAY.  I can get a new one sooner than I anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see.  These days, seems like big companies don't want to do anything but rip people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lagging is annoying me, so I'm gonna run.  Bedtime anyway.  Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-5903983443807609723?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/5903983443807609723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=5903983443807609723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5903983443807609723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/5903983443807609723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-journal-is-down-at-moment-so-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-7804693488277319426</id><published>2007-07-23T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:53:28.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite all the stuff going on in July, this month's creeped by.  I think it has to do with the fact that Adam is coming to visit in two weeks, and that just seems like an eternity away.  July just seems to have an extra week more than other months.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, someday, I'll be living in Chicago, so I won't feel like I'm constantly WAITING for something boring or obligatory to be over so I can get to the fun stuff—the stuff that never lasts long enough.  I'm not going to lie.  Waiting 6–8 weeks to see someone for 3 days sucks, and it's very frustrating.  Waiting for the weekends, those days that speed by in the blink of an eye.  Or waiting two weeks for payday when I don't really get to enjoy the money as it all goes to bills and rent and gas and food.  Yes, I spend a lot of time feeling frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.  That's life for now.  Always waiting, never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I try. I try to latch on to the little things that come up here and there so I won't feel like I'm waiting for stuff that's so far off it's still pretty much a pipe dream.  But even still, looking forward to those little things means MORE waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waiting.  I want to LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the new Harry Potter book.  All I'm going to say is that I'm happy with how things turned out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-7804693488277319426?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/7804693488277319426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=7804693488277319426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7804693488277319426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7804693488277319426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/07/despite-all-stuff-going-on-in-july-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-4892529933580702168</id><published>2007-07-09T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:50:01.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is only Monday, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fartknock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Monday is almost over for me, at any rate.  Then it'll be Tuesday.  Then it'll be time to watch the new Harry Potter movie.  Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got interesting mail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to clean everything out of one of the bookcases in Aidan's room so the plumber could have access to the wall panel.  Something huge got stuck in the drain and they have to bring out the big guns to get it, I suppose.  Not only that, but I'm tired of the neighbor's crap draining into my tub.  Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated beecause my place is a mess.  And to mess something up that had been someone organized is annoying.  But at least they'll fix the drains, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate fruit flies.  I also hate looking pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spaghetti, and lavendar, though.  In fact, my mouth wants spaghetti now.  But seeing the way I look right now—yeah, I'm gonna resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could afford organic and natural products.  Foods, lotions, soaps, all that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Small Town Girl&lt;/span&gt; again but I'm not sure where I put the book.  It might be buried in the trunk of my car.  That is a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath, then bed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-4892529933580702168?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/4892529933580702168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=4892529933580702168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4892529933580702168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4892529933580702168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-only-monday-isnt-it-fartknock.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-6937534370195340039</id><published>2007-07-04T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:13:51.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy July 4th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-6937534370195340039?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/6937534370195340039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=6937534370195340039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6937534370195340039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6937534370195340039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-july-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-4845800458050728915</id><published>2007-06-30T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T19:12:48.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last day of June 2007 is coming to a close.  Time is so weird.  On a micro scale (i.e. the workday) it seems to creep by.  On a macro scale, it's flying.  I mean, 2007 is half over already.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one year and two weeks 'til I move to Chicago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-4845800458050728915?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/4845800458050728915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=4845800458050728915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4845800458050728915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4845800458050728915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-day-of-june-2007-is-coming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-1379411853002566485</id><published>2007-06-26T07:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:22:39.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV id=testResultInfo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;SPAN&gt;ellipsis&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;You scored 46% Sociability and 70% Sophistication!&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV id=testResultInfoImg&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/120/900/12090059896524230403/mt1129889288.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Your life can be difficult because of your insecurities, but you should know that it isn't your fault. YOU didn't ask to be thrown in around thirty times per page in every bodice-ripper on the shelf! Those who overuse you can kiss your . . . you know. You need to learn to hold your head high and glory in your solitude. You really do have excellent, scholarly tastes. You must never forget that your friend, the period, will be there to support you at the end of every sentence where you truly belong, and, if what is left out is as important as what is said, why, then you are as vital as the alphabet! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9611125433033087547'&gt;The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=Gazda'&gt;Gazda&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-1379411853002566485?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/1379411853002566485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=1379411853002566485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1379411853002566485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1379411853002566485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-score-ellipsis-you-scored-46.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-4392985375355972862</id><published>2007-06-25T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:57:58.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's incredible and downright frustrating how time works.  Of course, it's all relative, I know that.  But it doesn't make me less annoyed that waiting six weeks to go to Chicago seems like eternity, and the three days I get to spend there whirl by in a flash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-4392985375355972862?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/4392985375355972862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=4392985375355972862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4392985375355972862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/4392985375355972862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-incredible-and-downright.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-2579709752712886421</id><published>2007-06-11T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:32:19.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe I'm just old-fashioned, but why does every site have to have multimedia on it?  I mean, I want to know who the twenty most hated celebrities are, but I don't want to have to scroll through a bunch of pages and pictures to find them.  I don't want to watch a slideshow either.  Nor do I want to watch a video—why can't there just be an article?  Or a list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my computer's not top-of-the-line, but I have DSL and a decent processor.  That doesn't mean I want to sit and watch a video or something.  I like to read—I can go at my own pace that way.  No way to hold me captive, unless I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-2579709752712886421?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/2579709752712886421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=2579709752712886421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/2579709752712886421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/2579709752712886421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-maybe-im-just-old-fashioned-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-7240362044920129217</id><published>2007-06-11T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:23:34.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while, again.  I still primarily update at my &lt;a href="http://lilrongal.livejournal.com" target="_blank"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;, but for the two of you (if even that many) who still lurk around here, well, here's a quick rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to Chicago to visit Adam the first weekend in May.&lt;br /&gt;2. It was during that trip that I started making concrete plans about moving/living there.&lt;br /&gt;3. I took Aidan to visit my mom for Mother's Day.  Got a flat tire on the way home.  Went back to my mom's for an extra night.&lt;br /&gt;4. Check engine light came on in the car, and went off randomly.&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to Indianapolis with three of my co-workers for a copy editor's convention.  It was neat, and the weather was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to San Jose/San Francisco during Memorial Day weekend for Rosa's wedding.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;7. Got my car broken into, my iPod and a pair of sunglasses stolen.  &lt;br /&gt;8. Fell into a depression and generally felt tearful and unstable for several days.&lt;br /&gt;9. Quit writing about 485 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started a YA book review site:  &lt;a href="http://ronnisreviews.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Ronni's Reviews&lt;/a&gt;.  Freaked out when the check engine light came on AGAIN (this time it went off after two days).  Felt out of it, lost, rejected, lonely, and hopeless.  Not a good combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leads me to now.  Trying to eat better, trying to be more mentally healthy, and EVEN TRYING TO EXCERCISE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the bedtime thing down, though.  My nightowl tendencies are frighteningly strong, however....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-7240362044920129217?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/7240362044920129217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=7240362044920129217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7240362044920129217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7240362044920129217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-while-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-1773056027069185465</id><published>2007-04-27T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:05:51.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_62BEF7F2.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2B750FCD.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-124DD1E.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7DB16121.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-39EF8686.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5DE3B624.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6D6EF9A3.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6B8D19AD.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_5C1B12D6.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=263072-8899&amp;srv=iwebhd6" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=263072-8899&amp;srv=iwebhd6" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-1773056027069185465?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/1773056027069185465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=1773056027069185465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1773056027069185465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/1773056027069185465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/04/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-948032796618492605</id><published>2007-04-26T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:37:55.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty quiet over at the ole &lt;a href="http://lilrongal.livejournal.com" target="_blank"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt; as well.  Stuff's going on, but not enough to write about every single day, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the quick rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is the same.  Just work.  Actually, I spend a lot of time reading and reviewing books for VOICES.  THAT part is fun.  Getting paid to read books all day?  I love it.  Although, I do miss copyediting a nice, raw and really messed-up proof.  But that time will come again soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's finally ending, but there is a bit more of me (like 8 pounds more) than there used to be, so I am hesitant to wear anything really cute.  I have got to get this taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a lot.  Reviewing some books here:  http://ronnisreviews.blogspot.com  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt; all of a sudden.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Just wanted to pop in and say hi.  So hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-948032796618492605?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/948032796618492605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=948032796618492605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/948032796618492605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/948032796618492605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-while-huh-ive-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-6531841889025207499</id><published>2007-03-11T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:33:29.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey</title><content type='html'>WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE CALLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Babe or Baby: Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Sweetie or Honey: Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTLY&lt;br /&gt;01. Is your hair wet? No&lt;br /&gt;02. Is your phone right by you? Yes&lt;br /&gt;03. Do you miss someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;04. Are you wearing chapstick? Nope&lt;br /&gt;05. Are you tired? Not really, a little sleepy&lt;br /&gt;06. Are you excited? I have post-workout endorphins.&lt;br /&gt;07. Are you watching TV? No&lt;br /&gt;08. Are you wearing pajamas? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;01. Recently done anything you regret? Yes&lt;br /&gt;02. Have you ever lied? Yes&lt;br /&gt;03. Ever stuck gum under a desk? No&lt;br /&gt;05. Ever tripped over your own feet? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you sworn? Probably&lt;br /&gt;02. Have you yelled at someone? No&lt;br /&gt;03. Have you gotten mad at someone? No&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you cried? No&lt;br /&gt;05. Have you called more than 3 people? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q AND A.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;A: the playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who do you like more, your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;A: Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, a natural sister.  Two step-brothers who I never talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;A: I have a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you last cry&lt;br /&gt;A: I almost cried yesterday because Aidan was being so difficult at some points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt[s] are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm wearing a grey nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;A: I have a cat.  Little Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the color of your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;A: blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 3pm yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;A: Lying in bed, trying to get Aidan to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait until...&lt;br /&gt;A: I get to Chicago again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Look to your right. What's there?&lt;br /&gt;A: A stack of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, plenty of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Song that makes you cry or really emotional?&lt;br /&gt;A: None right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Has anyone ever said 'I love you' to you besides family?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If Yes do you think they meant it?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: This survey, drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 sections of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 1- YOU&lt;br /&gt;+ Your full name: Ronica&lt;br /&gt;+ Eyes: Hazel&lt;br /&gt;+ Hair color: Brownish something or other&lt;br /&gt;+ Siblings: Leah, my sister.&lt;br /&gt;+ Tattoos: None, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 2- HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;+ Fallen off the bed? More than likely.&lt;br /&gt;+ Broken someone else's heart?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;+ Had your heart broken?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;+ Had a dream come true?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 3- CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;+ Wearing: Okay, um, this is getting repetitive.  I'm wearing a grey nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;+ Listening to: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;+ Located: My living room.&lt;br /&gt;+ Chatting with: Andy.&lt;br /&gt;+ Should REALLY be: Getting ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 4- DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;+ Drive: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a cell phone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 5- LAST PERSON YOU&lt;br /&gt;+ Hugged: Aidan&lt;br /&gt;+ IMed: Andy&lt;br /&gt;+ Talked to: Chris&lt;br /&gt;+ Text: Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 6- PERSONAL&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you usually think about before you go to bed? Someone yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 7-FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;+ TV show: N/A&lt;br /&gt;+ Color: Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 8- DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give hugs: Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;+ Prefer black or blue: Black&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep on your side: I change a lot.&lt;br /&gt;+ Have stuffed animals: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep with one?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 9- THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;+ Pierced nose or tongue: Nose&lt;br /&gt;+ MTV or BET: neither&lt;br /&gt;+ 7th Heaven or Dawson's Creek: neither&lt;br /&gt;+ Color or black/white: Depends&lt;br /&gt;+ Sun or moon: Moon&lt;br /&gt;+ 5 acquaintances or one best friend: Best friend&lt;br /&gt;+ Spring or Fall: both&lt;br /&gt;+ Happy or Sad: Happy&lt;br /&gt;+ Wonder or amazement:  Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 11- LAST&lt;br /&gt;+ Time you cried: Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;+ Phone call: A few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 12- CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;+ Mood: A bit sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;+ Hair: Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 13- WHO LAST&lt;br /&gt;+ Made you cry? Aidan almost did.  :(&lt;br /&gt;+ Made you angry? Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 14- WOULD YOU RATHER&lt;br /&gt;+ Drink whole or skim milk? NEiTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 15- DO YOU PREFER&lt;br /&gt;+ Gray or Black? Grey&lt;br /&gt;+ Lust or love? Love&lt;br /&gt;+ Sunrise or sunset?: Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;+ M&amp;M's or Skittles?: M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 16- ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently in love?: &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-6531841889025207499?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/6531841889025207499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=6531841889025207499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6531841889025207499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6531841889025207499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2007/03/survey.html' title='A Survey'/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-1553021204494898009</id><published>2007-01-21T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:27:20.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is pretty much right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(191, 233, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have low conscientiousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A great connoisseur of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-1553021204494898009?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Was 2006 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll have to say, for the most part, it was.  It certainly was interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Where were you, and who were you with, when 2006 began? And where will you be when it ends?&lt;br /&gt;I was at Chad and Christy's house, at a New Year's Eve Party.  Some of the people I was with included Kim, Ben, Caty, Christy, Abbie to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here in my apartment, wearing my blue footie pajamas, and hanging with Aidan when it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What were your biggest achievements of the year?&lt;br /&gt;- Aidan, Aidan, Aidan, and Aidan;&lt;br /&gt;- signing with a big time literary agent;&lt;br /&gt;- making it through the year with no accidents or speeding tickets;&lt;br /&gt;- taking huge leaps of faith in regards to my personal life;&lt;br /&gt;- taking a chance with a new job;&lt;br /&gt;- taking my first "road trip" all alone;&lt;br /&gt;- reading more than 100 new books;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. What was your biggest failure or regret?&lt;br /&gt;- Not selling ONLY YOURS. &lt;br /&gt;- CRUSH getting rejected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. What did you do that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;- saw Bob Dylan (twice!);&lt;br /&gt;- saw Wicked;&lt;br /&gt;- ate rattlesnake;&lt;br /&gt;- visited The Grand Canyon;&lt;br /&gt;- visited Philadelphia, PA;&lt;br /&gt;- visited Phoenix, AZ;&lt;br /&gt;- attended a Writers' Conference;&lt;br /&gt;- took a ghost tour (I ended up taking six!);&lt;br /&gt;- cooked a Crock-Pot meal;&lt;br /&gt;- attended a Writers' Conference;&lt;br /&gt;- started a debt management program;&lt;br /&gt;- got a flu shot;&lt;br /&gt;- friendship journal with Amy and Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What did you hope to do but didn't manage to?&lt;br /&gt;Save money.  Visit Ivy.  Sell &lt;i&gt;Only Yours&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Are you going to try to do these things this coming year instead?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Did you make any major decisions? If so, what were they?&lt;br /&gt;a) I became separated.&lt;br /&gt;b) I asked for a dissolution. &lt;br /&gt;c) I changed jobs.&lt;br /&gt;d) I decided to wean myself off of the Lexapro.  I am down to 10mgs a day instead of 20mgs.  So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Did you explore any new ideas or concepts you had never considered before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What did you learn?&lt;br /&gt;That there is a lot more to me than I ever imagined.  And that I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whose behaviour merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me that MY behaviour does, because I was strong and taking charge and blah blah blah, but I have to say THEIRS did, because they've gone above and beyond to make me feel supported, loved, taken care of.  Andy, Rosa, Ivy, Star, Adam, Amy, Wanda, Helen, Ci, I love you all and I am very grateful to have you in my life.  Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behaviour upset you?&lt;br /&gt;No names, but the people who decided to stop talking to me because of decisions I made with regards to my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Traveled more.  Planned more.  Written more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Holding back.  Keeping secrets.  Stressing out.  Worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;a) Visiting Chicago all the times I did.  :)&lt;br /&gt;b) Seeing the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;c) Bob Dylan concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Davis.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did you attend any weddings or funerals?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Davis's funeral in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you miss anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;N/A.  Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Which new places did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Ft. Wayne, IN., Philadelphia, PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;All of my plane tickets to Chicago, and my digital SLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? the same&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter? fatter&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? poorer, most definitely poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your favourite film of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Clerks II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your favourite TV programme?&lt;br /&gt;N/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/span&gt; by Lois Lowry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;A DSLR camera, an agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;A publishing contract.  Constant financial security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I turned 32.  Bizzy came over and we ate spaghetti and watched &lt;i&gt;The Boondock Saints&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What was your personal fashion concept of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, sweaters or tee-shirts, my cheap Champion shoes.  Or peasant skirts and camis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Did you make any significant changes to your appearance?&lt;br /&gt;I stopped wearing makeup, except for powder to tone down the shine.  I began wearing my hair shorter, although that wasn't really my choice.  BUT, I did stop straightening it so much, and started letting it air dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilrongal/202220035/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/69/202220035_243396665d_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="Curly Sunday" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilrongal/328748513/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/328748513_d664dd2223_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="New Hairdo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really fancy anyone, but I did have a raging crush on Trent Ford for about ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;The Execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What world event affected you more than any other?&lt;br /&gt;Too many to get into right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;April 29, 2006, for reasons I want to keep private for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing outside of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What song(s) will always remind you of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;“My Love” by Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;“Sanctus” by Philip Riley and Jane Elleson&lt;br /&gt;“What Goes Around…/…Comes Around” by Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry” by Madonna&lt;br /&gt;“Gotta Go, Gotta Leave (Tired) by Vivian Greene&lt;br /&gt;“Believe In Me” by Pleasure Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Did you fall in love in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;I did.  With Chicago.  With pretty, dramatic sunrises over the Columbus skyline.  With the American Heritage dictionary.  With copyediting.  With photography, using filters and lenses.  With my little boy, as he grows and becomes the person he is meant to be--funny, charming, affectionate, smart, amazing.  With much, much more, that I want to hold inside for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;Negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed “discovering” Bob Dylan, Josh Groban, and Justin Timberlake (again).  Oh, and Jennifer Berezan.  The &lt;i&gt;Returning&lt;/i&gt; CD is ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;Selling a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;My friends.  Sometimes, I just don’t understand how they put up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Adam Selzer.  He’s awesome. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;Selling a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;“Getting your dreams, it’s strange, but it seems, a little well, complicated.  There’s a kind of a sort of, loss, and a couple of things get lost.  And there bridges to cross you didn’t know you crossed until you cross.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What would you like to happen in the coming year, either personally or in a more global sense?&lt;br /&gt;I want to get better with money, and MAKE MORE OF IT.  I want to finally publish a book.  I want to write and write and write.  I want to travel more.  Continue enjoying the copyediting.  Pick up some freelance jobs.  For Adam's prediction to come true that 2007 will be a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What are some of your personal goals for the new year?&lt;br /&gt;Get a promotion.  Publish a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What would you like to avoid?&lt;br /&gt;Drama.  Living paycheck-to-paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. And finally, where do you see yourself in a year's time?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you in school (any time this year)?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you earn your keep?&lt;br /&gt;McGraw-Hill for most of the year, then I moved to Zaner-Bloser starting in September.  Still in the publishing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have to go to the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you encounter the police?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;In May, I went to Las Vegas, The Grand Canyon, and Phoenix.  In June, July, August, and September, I went to Chicago.  In November, I went to Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you purchase that was over $500?&lt;br /&gt;My digital SLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know anybody who got married?&lt;br /&gt;Holly &amp; Robert.  I photographed the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know anybody who passed away?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you run into anybody you graduated high school with?&lt;br /&gt;I talk to Andy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you move anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I moved out of the house on Bauer St., into my own place in Clintonville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sporting events did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What concerts did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bob Dylan in Ft. Wayne, IN, and I saw him in Philadelphia, PA.  In addition, I popped in on a Tony Lucca gig that was local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, did you do your patriotic duty on Nov. 7?&lt;br /&gt;It's not a duty to me.  It's a privilege and an honor.  And yes, I did vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live now?&lt;br /&gt;Columbus, OH (Clintonville neighborhood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;i&gt;Wicked&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you regretted this year?&lt;br /&gt;Spending too much money.  Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something you learned about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a lot braver than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new additions to your family?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your best month?&lt;br /&gt;June, and September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What from pop culture will you remember 2006 by?&lt;br /&gt;- Justin bringing &lt;i&gt;SexyBack&lt;/i&gt;.  Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;- Actually LIKING the damn Paris Hilton song (&lt;i&gt;Stars Are Blind&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;- Britney's crotch.  Double oh my.&lt;br /&gt;- TomKat madness.  Oh help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you rate this year with a scale from 1 (lousy) to 10 (excellent)?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to say a 7.85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 2006 HAVE I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone? Of course!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotten into a fight? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cried? Yes, far too much.&lt;br /&gt;Smoked? A bit.&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone on the cheek? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Reunited with an old friend? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended? No.&lt;br /&gt;Let something go? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been whipped? No.  Unfortunately.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;Learned any important lessons? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Got a kiss on the cheek? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone on the lips? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Considered suicide? Not seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Cut/dyed your hair drastically? No.&lt;br /&gt;Flirted? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Been backstabbed? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Missed someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Hit someone? Oh yeah.  &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Broken something really important to you? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cuddled with someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Broken somebody's heart? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Done something you really regretted? Don't even get me started.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard that it hurt? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cried so hard that it hurt? Yes. Too often.&lt;br /&gt;Got cheated on? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a date? No.&lt;br /&gt;Got dumped? Yes, by some "friends."&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone? No.  More like stepped back for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Made a new screen name? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lost a friend? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten any tattoos/piercing? No.  Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;Watched porn? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a love/hate relationship? Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much that it hurt? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been grounded? Nope, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;Lost: I'm not going to list them because it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Drifted: Can't really say because friendships are so static.&lt;br /&gt;Found: Adam, my writing friends.  Friendships with others have grown deeper, like with Rosa, and Wanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilrongal/165407659/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/165407659_89982cfb68_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Me &amp; Adam" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilrongal/137828539/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/137828539_32fe04d57c_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Me &amp;amp; Mandy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilrongal/137828956/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/137828956_aec6698188_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Group Shot" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY:&lt;br /&gt;Weight: Went up five to ten pounds.  I'm now 115-120lbs.  Eep.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing/tattoos: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'2" ish.&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDIES:&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD THINGS I HAVE DONE:&lt;br /&gt;- As if I'm going to admit them here. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THINGS I HAVE DONE:&lt;br /&gt;- Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;- Chicago, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;- Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;- Raised Aidan.&lt;br /&gt;- Debt management program (that means I can accumulate no more debt!)&lt;br /&gt;- Taken a HUGE step.&lt;br /&gt;- Got a new job.&lt;br /&gt;- Traveled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;- Let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I HOPE TO DO IN 2007:&lt;br /&gt;- Sell my novel.&lt;br /&gt;- Finish a new novel.&lt;br /&gt;- Go back to a Disney park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-6808080429397489937?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/6808080429397489937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=6808080429397489937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6808080429397489937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/6808080429397489937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/12/01.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/69/202220035_243396665d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-7133742314505213387</id><published>2006-12-20T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:15:36.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  Another birthday past.  Another year older.  Miles away from where I was last year, this time.  Always doubting, always wondering, always worrying.  Floundering.  But still moving.  Still trying.  Still hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-7133742314505213387?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/7133742314505213387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=7133742314505213387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7133742314505213387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/7133742314505213387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-3855673639167982664</id><published>2006-12-16T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:54:32.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ups &amp; Downs.  Ups &amp; Downs.  My financial situation is like a see-saw.  I'm trying to be as wise as I can, but the bills are coming quickly and furiously, and the income is trickling in.  Thanks to the grace of a few friends, I've been able to make it this month (we'll forget about the skipping the phone bill and gas bill part), and I've been finagling with my doctors to get medications switched from Third Tier to First Tier/generics so I won't have to shell out $60 a month.  Now, all I have to do is make some phone calls to the insurance company and switch my payment to monthly or something like that, and oh yeah, find a 2nd job to be able to be sure I will be able to make it from month to month and enough for surprise expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard.  The money thing is killing me.  I have no idea how to go about finding a part-time job that will deal with my having Aidan on the weekends.  Ugh, the thought of waitressing makes me ill.  But maybe I can be a hostess.  I think I can handle that.  I hope.  I'll be heading out to the restaurants this week.  *sigh*  I hope they can deal with me working Tues-Thursday evenings, and Sunday afternoons.  I can't do Fridays and Saturdays, those are my Aidan days are are absolutely out of the questions, as are Mondays.  But, I think I can handle hostessing for 4-5 hours a night, for a few nights a week.  We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-3855673639167982664?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/3855673639167982664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=3855673639167982664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/3855673639167982664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/3855673639167982664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/12/ups-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116596524581313524</id><published>2006-12-12T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:14:05.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alkdjhfadjkfnajdfhajlfdafhdjk;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116596524581313524?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116596524581313524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116596524581313524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116596524581313524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116596524581313524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/12/alkdjhfadjkfnajdfhajlfdafhdjk.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116554729406286100</id><published>2006-12-07T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:08:47.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh of Relief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.   It's so strange how things work out.  But I'll be okay, financially.  And I was able to get gifts for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116554729406286100?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116554729406286100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116554729406286100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116554729406286100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116554729406286100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh-of-relief-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116536622806938098</id><published>2006-12-05T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:50:28.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie.  I'm a little scared about the financial situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the next couple of days will be very tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part?   I hate not being able to get things for the people I love.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116536622806938098?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116536622806938098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116536622806938098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116536622806938098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116536622806938098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-not-going-to-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116476269785500146</id><published>2006-11-28T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:11:37.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having a roof over my head, food to eat, clothing to wear, and material goods;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A perfect little boy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends and family who love me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Books to read;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A God who doesn't give up on me no matter how angry I get at Him, no matter how much I push Him away;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A job I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...for letting me open my eyes today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for hearing all the things that I couldn't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being strong when I thought I was going to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for never letting me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm grateful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm fighting a cold now, compliments of my little one.  I've been trying to get a lot of rest, but not drinking enough fluids.  The thing is--the OJ I got free from Meijer smells like armpits.  Who wants to drink that?  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's not spoiled or rancid or whatever happens to OJ, I will go ahead and drink it.  Anything to get this annoying feeling of bleh out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aidan really wants the &lt;a href="http://disneyshopping.go.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/DSIProductDisplay?catalogId=10002&amp;storeId=10051&amp;amp;productId=1198801&amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=13424" target="_blank"&gt;Mickey Mouse Clubhouse&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas.  After watching the show on Saturday morning, I can see the appeal.  It's such a colorful and pretty show, perfect for preschoolers and their mommies who happen to like Mickey Mouse as well.  :)  But the clubhouse is back ordered 8 weeks!  And the people selling it on eBay or Amazon are charging twice as much.  My mother said not to worry, that she'll get it for him somehow.  And the show really is cute.  And Aidan deserves it.  He's going through a lot now even though he doesn't really know it, and he's such a little trooper.  He's been so great.  So great.  Such a good sport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest thing to deal with.  Leaving him.  I enjoy the breaks, but leaving him is hard.  Last night was hard, but I didn't cry on the way to my apartment like I have in the past.  I know he's okay, but I'm a mom.  And moms always feel some sort of guilt.  At least, this mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed again.  First I'll drink some OJ, then take some meds, plus my other pills.  Work tomorrow is a tossup.  We'll see how I feel.  I don't have much sick time, though.  This morning I went in with a fever.  Eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116476269785500146?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116476269785500146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116476269785500146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116476269785500146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116476269785500146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116406120948475853</id><published>2006-11-20T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:16:01.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been pleasantly busy.  Spent the weekend in Philadelphia.  Saw a WONDERFUL Bob Dylan show.  Got to hang out with Adam, which is always good.  Ate at a diner, saw the Liberty Bell.  From the car, anyway.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well.  I enjoy copy editing.  It's hard to do when I am tired, though.  I have a hard time falling asleep.  My mind is always racing.  Things to do, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that it's the Holidays.  Just seems like I was at the Grand Canyon, and that was over six months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year will be quite different.  I'll swing it, though.  I'm excited to shop for people, even though I have to be quite frugal.  I'm finally starting to get excited about the holidays.  Before, it wasn't unexcitement--it was simply unawareness.  Like, I knew time was passing, but I didn't realize how much time was passing, and how quickly.  I mean, Thanksgiving is in a few days.  That's insane.  But I'm ready for my mom's dressing, greens, mac &amp;amp; cheese and gravy over the whole thing.  Mmmm.  It's been months since I've had that.  Such a yummy, yummy meal.  I will eat loads of it, and bring loads of it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eat more of it.  Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being random here, really.  Thinking a lot about things.  About how crazy this year has been.  My life is so drastically different than it was last year, and I'm pretty content with it.  Surprised, but content.  If a gypsy had appeared a year ago and told me this is where I'd be, I'm not sure how I would have reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none appeared, so that whole paragraph is moot.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116406120948475853?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116406120948475853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116406120948475853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116406120948475853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116406120948475853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-been-pleasantly-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116415827010896185</id><published>2006-11-04T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:17:50.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are some things I expected to happen, but still hurt a bit.&lt;br /&gt;People shunning me because of the choices I've made.&lt;br /&gt;"Friends" who don't want to speak to me or him because they're afraid we'll somehow "taint" them and their "perfect little Christian" relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the wonderful surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love from family members, regardless of the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love and support from friends all over.&lt;br /&gt;The ocassional feelings of peace that wash over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the unexpected painful things.&lt;br /&gt;Crying over what should have been but will never be.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt for taking charge of my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Fear over what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Denial that this is my life now, and that I chose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is a mixed bag of feelings. Relief, pain, hurt, shame, disappointment, fear, happiness, peace, doubt, excitement, guilt, surrealness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will go on. And it'll be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116415827010896185?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116415827010896185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116415827010896185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116415827010896185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116415827010896185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-are-some-things-i-expected-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116191513986531656</id><published>2006-10-26T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:12:19.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's settling down now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116191513986531656?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116191513986531656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116191513986531656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116191513986531656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116191513986531656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/10/everythings-settling-down-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116155739070801057</id><published>2006-10-22T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:49:50.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.  I have to take some huge steps in the next WEEK and I'm kind of numb with terror.  I've come so far, but I still worry if I'm jumping the gun.  Making mistakes.  Except, when I'm there, I feel at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm procrastinating.  Mentally, it's all done.  There isn't a whole lot to do, but it's still overwhelming just the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard part is getting there.  Wading through the guilt and hurt.  Upheavels.  Change.  Change.  And change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make it.  I'll make it.  I will make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116155739070801057?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116155739070801057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116155739070801057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116155739070801057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116155739070801057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-so-honestly-im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116104775645427290</id><published>2006-10-16T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:15:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hold on, hold on to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is gonna hurt like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116104775645427290?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116104775645427290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116104775645427290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116104775645427290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116104775645427290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/10/hold-on-hold-on-to-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116096552890237721</id><published>2006-10-15T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:25:28.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October is already half over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going so quickly, and yet, it really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is upon me.  I &lt;s&gt;hope&lt;/s&gt; think I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116096552890237721?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116096552890237721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116096552890237721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116096552890237721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116096552890237721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-is-already-half-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-116043577248601204</id><published>2006-10-09T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:16:12.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5...4...3...2...1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-116043577248601204?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/116043577248601204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=116043577248601204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116043577248601204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/116043577248601204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/10/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115984400714178388</id><published>2006-10-02T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:53:27.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be one strong mother fucker when this is all done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115984400714178388?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115984400714178388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115984400714178388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115984400714178388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115984400714178388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/10/they-say-that-what-doesnt-kill-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115965936542491459</id><published>2006-09-30T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:36:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary.  It's exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's what I'm meant to do.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115965936542491459?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115965936542491459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115965936542491459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115965936542491459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115965936542491459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-moving-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115903294863258862</id><published>2006-09-23T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:35:48.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And certain people there.&lt;br /&gt;One person especially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115903294863258862?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115903294863258862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115903294863258862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115903294863258862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115903294863258862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-chicago.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115862829706763586</id><published>2006-09-18T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:15:19.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, I would have let a blow like the one I got last night keep me down for days, weeks, even months.  Spiraling down, down, down into blackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I would have retreated completely inside myself, and berated myself forever, listing all the horrible things about myself--repeating them over and over and over--until I really believed I was the worthless "bitch" I called myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, some of my fighting spirit came back.  Is still coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, I'm well loved. It's hard to hide from everyone when people keep pulling you back out.  When people care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat that with a stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115862829706763586?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115862829706763586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115862829706763586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115862829706763586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115862829706763586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/09/once-upon-time-i-would-have-let-blow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115853988999883412</id><published>2006-09-17T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:38:10.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also hard when almost everything in your life is falling apart so rapidly that you wonder when the amazing thing is going to disappear as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder what else will go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though people care, and you know they care, your heart refuses to believe it.  And you feel alone.  So very alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray the good things won't fall away.  Just seems the road to my happiness is riddled with pain and tears.  Will it even be worth it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I get there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115853988999883412?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115853988999883412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115853988999883412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115853988999883412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115853988999883412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115844801702246210</id><published>2006-09-16T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:06:57.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the hardest things to deal with is when you are bursting to tell everyone about something amazing that's happening to you, but you can't because telling  people would not only be remarkably stupid, but could also ruin your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense, I know.  And it's kind of a tough position to be in.  But I'll take what I can, and trust that I'll know the right time to tell all.  I only know it's not NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115844801702246210?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115844801702246210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115844801702246210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115844801702246210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115844801702246210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-of-hardest-things-to-deal-with-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115809036996441748</id><published>2006-09-12T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:47:56.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I've been up to since my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Visited my mom on 9/2. She made me salisbury steak, mashed potatoes and corn which really hit the spot, as I'd been craving it for several days. Spending time with her was good. I *might* have her convinced to get a new computer and cable modem. I'll see, the next time I go up. Maybe I can convince her to take a trip to Best Buy. Speaking of Best Buy, I have $85 in Reward Zone certificates. I think I'm going to buy a card reader.&lt;br /&gt;- Spent a week (9/3-9/10) in Chicago, my favorite city in the world. Ate a lot of good food, walked a lot, spent time with amazing people. Got to see my first ever Bob Dylan concert, in Ft. Wayne, IN (3rd row center!), and Wicked at the Oriental Theatre (front row center!). AND I got to meet a couple of the cast members. I also bought a new journal. So many great things happened during that week--I'm going to hold them in my heart for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;- Started a new job. I now work at Zaner-Bloser Educational Publishers, a part of the Highlights for Children family. I'm a copyeditor now, and I like it a lot so far. Of course, it's only been two days or so. But so far so good! I do miss my friends at The Hill, though.&lt;br /&gt;- Visited the ole girly doctor. I didn't dread it as much as usual this year, and it went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for now. Check my Live Journal (&lt;a href="http://lilrongal.livejournal.com"&gt;http://lilrongal.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;) for a Chicago recap and pictures soon. 'Til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115809036996441748?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115809036996441748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115809036996441748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115809036996441748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115809036996441748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-ive-been-up-to-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115711747731312104</id><published>2006-09-01T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:37:11.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So many things in my life are changing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For a while, I'd felt stuck, stagnant.   Poised, waiting for something, anything to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now things are happening.  So many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel relieved, scared, excited, anxious, amazed...but most importantly, I feel READY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115711747731312104?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115711747731312104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115711747731312104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115711747731312104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115711747731312104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-many-things-in-my-life-are-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115704526627673702</id><published>2006-08-31T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:29:26.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um... just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's funny.  That's about all I can say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115704526627673702?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115704526627673702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115704526627673702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115704526627673702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115704526627673702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/08/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115696737248238930</id><published>2006-08-30T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:52:52.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh man.  I just found an OLD OLD OLD site of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://ronni.pitas.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man, I was  really flighty back then.  I'm actually kind of embarrassed about that site, so I'll just encourage you NOT to visit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;http://ronni.pitas.com&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to remember to bring in bags or boxes tomorrow so that I can clean out my desk and cubicle.  I don't have much stuff--you don't accumulate as much crap over a year as opposed to six (I still haven't unpacked all my stuff from Nationwide), but I'd still like to remember to take it all home!  Especially my mouse pad and wrist rest.  I've already emailed a boatload of stuff to myself--I'm pretty sure I got everything most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm listening to Irish music now.  Earlier it was Celine Dion, Josh Groban, and a random assortment of other stuff.  I'm enjoying the Irish stuff the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oooo, so much secret stuff in the works.  :D&lt;br /&gt;Plus vacation coming up.  :D&lt;br /&gt;Only two days left in the work week.&lt;br /&gt;And it's almost time to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115696737248238930?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115696737248238930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115696737248238930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115696737248238930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115696737248238930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22393647.post-115687580238047570</id><published>2006-08-29T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:25:48.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, just call me the journal collector, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here and shaking my right leg for at least an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hour now, I'll bet.  Yes.  I am indeed antsy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things going on.  Time is flying, but then again, it's crawling.  Autumn will be here soon.  Before I even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking forward to it.  I always do before the SAD kicks in.  September is one of my favorite months.  Pretty blue sky.  Perfect weather.  That little bite in the air.  The leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am wearing a fall-like outfit.  Brown.  Lots of brown.  I just felt in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's beautiful?  This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3308/9/1600/August_28_045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 133px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3308/9/200/August_28_045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dare you to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why I can't seem to remember that eating only Doritos and chocolate for lunch is a bad idea.  It really sounded okay at the time, but I am certainly paying for it now.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if I'll be able to truly relax.  There is so much on my mind right now.  So many things to be anxious about, to worry about.  It's really silly, because some of the things that I get all flustered about, I can't really DO anything about except be patient.  So, while trying to be patient, I sit here and shake my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem.  I spend too much time waiting for things, rather than living in the moment.  I get to work around 8am, and I spend all morning waiting for lunch, then I wait all afternoon for the workday to end.  Then I get into my car, and wait at traffic lights and stop signs to get home.  All week, I wait for the weekend to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I'm waiting for:&lt;br /&gt;- the end of the workday;&lt;br /&gt;- the weekend;&lt;br /&gt;- ANYTHING from my agent on the status of the book I sent him last month;&lt;br /&gt;- my trip to Chicago;&lt;br /&gt;- a bunch of other stuff I dare not mention here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something happens that requires me to be in the moment, it's hard for me to do it.  I actually have to FORCE myself to stop and stay present.  Else I'll drift.  Either to the next thing, or into my dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22393647-115687580238047570?l=lilrongal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/feeds/115687580238047570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22393647&amp;postID=115687580238047570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115687580238047570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22393647/posts/default/115687580238047570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilrongal.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-just-call-me-journal-collector-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSFRmS67_xM/TqtUOBZennI/AAAAAAAADBw/YNxHBlFZkpE/s220/eeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
