<?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-7335953780608399515</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:53.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>j.romig</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-7899974338146856527</id><published>2009-01-29T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:03:58.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm on facebook and everyone is tagging people to fill out 25 facts about themselves, here is what I came up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I really love old men. I think of them as my grandpa, who is adorable, and I want to hug them whenever I see one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I don't like coffee and only buy caffeine free soda because I don't want to be addicted to caffeine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I miss the old days and I'm not even 25. I miss high school cheerleading, talking on the phone for hours, and caring so much about what I was going to wear to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I like to bake sweets mostly because I like to eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I think I'm OCD. I must check every time I leave the house to make sure things are unplugged and the doors are locked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I do not do germs. I hate public restrooms with a vengeance and always have hand sanitizer with me, I even use it after shaking peoples hands in church. I'm dreading the day I have to take my children into public restrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I obsessed with cleaning my house, bathrooms in particular. My husband tells me that I have a problem, but again I blame it on OCD and fear of people thinking my house is unclean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I'm very opinionated and I usually have no problem telling people what I think. I have learned to bite my tongue on some things but sometimes I feel the need to tell people how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. I can't decide what I want to be when I "grow up". I always dreamed of being married and having children and that's what I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Infertility was one of the hardest things I had to personally deal with as well as losing my dad when I was 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. I try to assemble things just because my dad was very good at building things, so it's the closest I'll ever get to his skill level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. I love our dog Louie, but I wish he would bark at noises more to scare people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. I'm super scared when I at home by myself or even if someone is there with me. I jump at every noise and wish my house had some protective area so no one could get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I have a fear that I will be harmed by a nasty man - rape, assault, murder, etc. I don't know why, but I keep telling Chris I need a taser to carry around to prevent this from happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. I worry I might have a heart attack at a young age because I'm so jumpy. I also worry that I will get cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. I love my family. I didn't always agree with them, but as I have gotten older I have become much closer with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. I really love the idea "Pay it Forward". I always want to do it to someone in a drive-thru, but I'm scared they will have order like 20 things and won't reciprocate the kind gesture to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. I would like to get another tattoo, but I can't decide what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. I want to get in great shape after I have Taylor because I scared I will end up old and fat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. I want to move away from here, but I wish my family could go with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. I want my husband to stay in the Army, but I don't ever want him to deploy. (Selfish I know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;22. My lips are addicted to chapstick and I always ask my husband when I put some on if he needs any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;23. I want to volunteer but I feel like I don't have enough time on the weekends as is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;24. I'm currently trying to read the Bible in 90 days (don't worry it's a shortened version). I'm on day 3 and have been trying to read it for about 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;25. I miss my Army wife friends that have moved away - Marcy, Brooke, and Sabra in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was harder than I thought, but once I came up with 25 I definitely could have kept going.  Feel free to post your own list of 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-7899974338146856527?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/7899974338146856527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=7899974338146856527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7899974338146856527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7899974338146856527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-25.html' title='my 25'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-8005484360893641472</id><published>2009-01-23T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:27:53.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>The red is what I've done. Take a moment and post one on your blog so I can find out about you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only on Wii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language (I took a few years of Spanish does that count?)&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit (class action)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;98. Owned a mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This just makes it more clear that I need to start traveling more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-8005484360893641472?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/8005484360893641472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=8005484360893641472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8005484360893641472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8005484360893641472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2009/01/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-937355825917294775</id><published>2008-12-22T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:50:53.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they voted for change</title><content type='html'>As I was browsing the smoking gun website catching up on some funny gossip I stumbled across the top 20 mugshots of the year. Here is #1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282709511962296722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SU_0T-gXAZI/AAAAAAAAADU/e1oaYNJaQuc/s320/mug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't tell they are all wearing Obama shirts or stickers. It bothers me that the person we have elected appealed to criminals, am I the only one? Now, even though I may not have voted for him, I willing to give him a chance, everyone deserves a chance, but for some reason this picture is bothersome. If you would like to view the other mugshots which are pretty funny, here is the website &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2008/1217081mugyear20.html"&gt;http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2008/1217081mugyear20.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-937355825917294775?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/937355825917294775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=937355825917294775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/937355825917294775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/937355825917294775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-voted-for-change.html' title='they voted for change'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SU_0T-gXAZI/AAAAAAAAADU/e1oaYNJaQuc/s72-c/mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-8754436651387254781</id><published>2008-12-10T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:41:08.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad at the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/ST_FQr6r6KI/AAAAAAAAADM/K6rR8M0ilAQ/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278154178758961314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/ST_FQr6r6KI/AAAAAAAAADM/K6rR8M0ilAQ/s320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the small picture again, but if you click on it I'm sure it will enlarge.  If I remembered to scan it at home instead of work then it would look a lot nicer.  That's our baby girl apparently irritated because if I'm not mistaken she's flicking us off.  I can't blame her though, the ultrasound tech was not pleasant and I was in a bad mood due to having to try and get her to move around to see her spine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband has started the trip home today, yay!  They are on a bus returning from Fort Polk, so he should be home sometime tomorrow morning, although I won't see him until I get off of work.  I have tried to super clean the house while he's gone so that he can see that he's the one who makes it so messy and I was a bit bored and lonely and needed something to occupy my time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very excited for Christmas, as usual and have finished my shopping about a week ago.  The only problem I have is not telling people what I got them or making Chris open presents early!  Only 15 more days, hopefully I can make it that long, although I have already asked him if he would like to have his Christmas stocking when he gets home. :)      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-8754436651387254781?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/8754436651387254781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=8754436651387254781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8754436651387254781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8754436651387254781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/12/mad-at-world.html' title='mad at the world'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/ST_FQr6r6KI/AAAAAAAAADM/K6rR8M0ilAQ/s72-c/baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-891438552755560803</id><published>2008-11-11T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:17:10.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brief update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry as usual I couldn't really think of a catchy title, but I'm going to touch on a few subjects so this is suitable enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we have definitely gotten used to the idea that we are going to have a daughter! I said to Chris the other night that we only have four months of just us because after she comes there will be years of always having a child or children around, which I'm totally okay with. I have started to feel her kicking, moving or whatever it is she's doing in there and I can't really explain how it feels, but it's kinda neat. I'm sure in a month or two when she's kicking my ribs and it's hurting I won't think it's so neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, HAPPY VETERAN'S DAY!! I have been listening to 98.7 all day at work which isn't unusual but they are doing a salute to veterans and the stories are really touching. It amazes me that people actually give up their lives to serve our country while so many people take their freedom for granted. I'm not going to rant on about how selfish and stupid people are when they make their military remarks or even take the everyday freedoms we have for granted, but just remember that someone, somewhere gave their life for what you have today. I'm extremely proud of my husband for joining the Army and proud of the fact that he has stayed in so long when I see the things he puts up with everyday, no matter how bad our office jobs can be they never compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, we have our Christmas tree up and decorated and it makes my little heart so happy! I absolutely love Christmas and the whole Christmas season and decided last week to put up our tree and we finally decorated it last night. It looks great in our living room because our angel isn't banging her head into the ceiling anymore. Maybe I will actually remember to take a picture of it and post soon. For now enjoy the photo I found on the internet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267465632651686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SRnMFazIMaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BrEdzBauUSA/s320/christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-891438552755560803?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/891438552755560803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=891438552755560803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/891438552755560803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/891438552755560803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/11/brief-update.html' title='brief update'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SRnMFazIMaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BrEdzBauUSA/s72-c/christmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-8289408387538392465</id><published>2008-11-04T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:46:24.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SRB7JTMDe8I/AAAAAAAAACs/B005HZJPuc0/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264843364095982530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SRB7JTMDe8I/AAAAAAAAACs/B005HZJPuc0/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found out Friday that we are going to have a little girl! :) As much as Chris had warmed me up to the idea of having a little boy I secretly was hoping that I would have a girl. Don't get me wrong I would be just as happy to have a little boy, but now I definitely have someones hair to do and lots of pink to put her in! We also went and registered on Friday after we were pleasantly surprised, so you can now view my registry at Babies R Us, although I'm making numerous changes daily.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with these two ultrasound pictures, enjoy!  Okay I lied, I'm only posting one because they are small and I can't fix them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-8289408387538392465?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/8289408387538392465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=8289408387538392465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8289408387538392465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8289408387538392465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-more-it.html' title='no more it'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SRB7JTMDe8I/AAAAAAAAACs/B005HZJPuc0/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-7580533950849093636</id><published>2008-09-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:26:00.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rue who?</title><content type='html'>Is anyone familiar with Rue La La?  This morning on Elliot in the morning he mentioned them and now I'm determined to get in.  I really have no idea what they sale, but I must find out.  I need a member to invite me though because I cannot sit on a waiting list, I just don't have the patience.   I know I should be patient but that's something that I generally lack.  Someone, somewhere invite me already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-7580533950849093636?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/7580533950849093636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=7580533950849093636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7580533950849093636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7580533950849093636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/09/rue-who.html' title='rue who?'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-7992113521421926030</id><published>2008-09-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:17:55.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as good as I remember</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I love Diary Queen's cotton candy blizzards, but the Diary Queen by my house no longer carries them.  After having a rough evening and morning I was pleasantly surprised to come into work and receive a LARGE cotton candy blizzard from a co-worker of mine.  The blizzard is delicious, sweet and yummy.  Thanks Nicole you made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-7992113521421926030?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/7992113521421926030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=7992113521421926030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7992113521421926030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7992113521421926030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-as-good-as-i-remember.html' title='Just as good as I remember'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-6394391813832751229</id><published>2008-09-11T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:21:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makeover time!</title><content type='html'>I was bored at work, surprise and stumbled across the website yearbookyourself.com and I found it quiet amusing. You upload a picture of yourself and goes thru the years as to how you might look. I'm pasting a picture from the 70s, 80s, 90s, and 2000. I had a little trouble finding a picture close to the rest size and because my face is tilted a little I could use any of the pictures with glasses as I looked like someone just knocked them off my face!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244750618423410482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SMkY5kqjPzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U_3aUIlS4ok/s320/yp" width="225" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244750879575209378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SMkZIxh_daI/AAAAAAAAACA/QPUt7b7lqS4/s320/yp1" width="225" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244751016621482546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SMkZQwEXojI/AAAAAAAAACI/Gb4lpS0Ikg8/s320/yp2" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244751225832611362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SMkZc7cMHiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rcaq_kttSBE/s320/yp3" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I can remember people definitely having bangs in 2000, but these seem a bit extreme. My favorite picture is the 90's with the puffy hair, hoop earrings, and I think my face fits in the spot the best! Hope you enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I decided to give my blog a mini makeover to match the theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-6394391813832751229?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/6394391813832751229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=6394391813832751229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/6394391813832751229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/6394391813832751229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/09/makeover-time.html' title='makeover time!'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SMkY5kqjPzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U_3aUIlS4ok/s72-c/yp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-5704800310497628062</id><published>2008-09-03T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:22:34.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby romig!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SL7VElDEHMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Rry6IkeEeSo/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241861290946993346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SL7VElDEHMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Rry6IkeEeSo/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the most recent ultrasound picture of the baby!  We had an appointment on Friday and they said everything looks great and the baby is measuring right on time.  Due date is March 24, 2009 (I'm a little over 11 weeks).  My stomach is definitely starting to grow and my regular waist pants and skirts are no longer comfortable.  Morning sickness is awful as I experience mostly at night, but yesterday I had it all day, yuck!  I keep reminding myself it will all be worth it once the baby is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-5704800310497628062?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/5704800310497628062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=5704800310497628062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/5704800310497628062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/5704800310497628062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-romig1.html' title='baby romig!'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SL7VElDEHMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Rry6IkeEeSo/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-4691283264872507009</id><published>2008-08-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:30:52.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wealthy</title><content type='html'>work sucks!  why can't i be independently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wealthy&lt;/span&gt; and not have to work for a living?  pray that i win the lottery so i can tell work to shove it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-4691283264872507009?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/4691283264872507009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=4691283264872507009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/4691283264872507009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/4691283264872507009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/08/wealthy.html' title='wealthy'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-6681149720819247692</id><published>2008-07-23T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:18:58.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving day is almost here</title><content type='html'>Disregard the last post, Fort Belvoir housing is a bunch of morons and we now have a newer, nicer house to move into.  They are coming to pack us up tomorrow and move us on Friday!!  I have been told that there is a weight limit (it is apparently based on your rank) hopefully we don't go over this because then we will have to pay.  I only mention this because when the guy came to do the pre-move inspection to see how much stuff we had, he said we had a lot.  After that I decided we could get rid of something things so I donated 6 bags of stuff to the Lupus foundation.  Whoever invented that these charities come to your house and pick up your donations is a genius, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a doctor's appointment on August 4,  hopefully it will be followed with good news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-6681149720819247692?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/6681149720819247692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=6681149720819247692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/6681149720819247692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/6681149720819247692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-day-is-almost-here.html' title='moving day is almost here'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-4952687184226016252</id><published>2008-07-09T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:11:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homeless</title><content type='html'>We will not be moving on Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belvoir&lt;/span&gt;.  They called us today to tell us the current tenants have decided not to vacate the property that we were scheduled to move into in 2 weeks!  We are now homeless.  We gave our landlord notice quiet some time ago, so now the search begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-4952687184226016252?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/4952687184226016252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=4952687184226016252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/4952687184226016252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/4952687184226016252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/07/homeless.html' title='homeless'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-8843805594054788626</id><published>2008-07-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:24:20.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brief update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/_/_/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/_/_/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Belated 4th of July! I hope everyone had wonderful cook-outs and great fireworks to watch. My niece Audrey James was born on Wednesday July 2, so I think I might call her a little firecracker from now on, especially if she takes after her mother. Our 4th was uneventful, just had a cook-out with the family and set off our fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to see The Lion King at the Kennedy Center and it was AWESOME!!! It totally surpassed all my expectations and Chris' too. I'm not sure why but in the beginning when the animals are all walking in and they are singing "The Circle of Life" I got a little teary, it was touching although I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;We bought a Mac on Saturday and I think this is probably one of the best purchases we have made in quiet some time. Our old computer was a piece of garbage and took forever to do anything, so the Mac is a pleasant change. I would compare the old computer to a 1990 something Hyundai, not reliable and you never know when it's going to stop running on you and the new computer to a nice, shiny Lexus, definitely an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;First RESOLVE meeting is tomorrow night, I'm a little skeptical, but also looking forward to going and hearing everyone story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-8843805594054788626?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/8843805594054788626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=8843805594054788626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8843805594054788626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8843805594054788626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/07/brief-update.html' title='brief update'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-1607123785834255211</id><published>2008-06-17T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:57:01.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye hoodbridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SFf4kCQPa-I/AAAAAAAAABI/YrFpeP2MZng/s1600-h/home1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212908391668607970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SFf4kCQPa-I/AAAAAAAAABI/YrFpeP2MZng/s320/home1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SFf4fj6EyHI/AAAAAAAAABA/maH0hTVBJLI/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212908314803095666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SFf4fj6EyHI/AAAAAAAAABA/maH0hTVBJLI/s320/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We FINALLY got a house on Fort Belvoir! We don't have any interior pictures because people are currently living there, but here is the floor plan. It also has a 2 car detached garage, yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-1607123785834255211?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/1607123785834255211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=1607123785834255211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/1607123785834255211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/1607123785834255211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-hoodbridge.html' title='goodbye hoodbridge'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/SFf4kCQPa-I/AAAAAAAAABI/YrFpeP2MZng/s72-c/home1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-3401940741862480339</id><published>2008-06-13T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:35:38.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate everything about you</title><content type='html'>I hate you Tricare. I hate the fact that I have never seen the same doctor twice. I hate that the doctor's must read my file in front of me to know what is going on. I hate that you never have my blood test results on time. I hate that I have to make appointments at least two weeks in advance and still wait for over 30 minutes to be seen. I hate pretty much everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday the 13th.  I'm a very superstitious person so this is not a day that I look forward to.  I don't want to see any black cats, walk under any ladders, see a hat on a bed, walk with one shoe on, break a mirror, or spilt a pole.  It's probably best if I just don't come into contact with anyone today.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-3401940741862480339?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/3401940741862480339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=3401940741862480339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/3401940741862480339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/3401940741862480339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-everything-about-you.html' title='i hate everything about you'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-2275600423839726039</id><published>2008-06-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:41:32.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>members only</title><content type='html'>I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DQs&lt;/span&gt; Blizzard fan club for two reasons a) so I could get a coupon for a free blizzard, b) so I could vote for my favorite flavor in hopes they will keep cotton candy around longer than this one month! :)  Everyone else should go to their website and vote for cotton candy too &lt;a href="http://www.blizzardfanclub.com/"&gt;www.blizzardfanclub.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-2275600423839726039?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/2275600423839726039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=2275600423839726039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/2275600423839726039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/2275600423839726039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/06/members-only.html' title='members only'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-3574833945310826159</id><published>2008-06-02T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:41:47.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been waiting for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dairy Queen has brought back the Cotton Candy blizzard! It's one of my two favorite things mix together, soft serve ice cream and cotton candy. If you haven't experienced this tasty goodness yet, I highly recommend getting in your car immediately and driving to DQ to purchase the largest size you can! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://www.funbounce.com/img/products/ctncdysupTHMB.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find a picture of the blizzard so this will have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-3574833945310826159?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/3574833945310826159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=3574833945310826159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/3574833945310826159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/3574833945310826159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-been-waiting-for-you.html' title='i have been waiting for you'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-7430339989398361110</id><published>2008-04-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:57:01.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we need a new house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been living in our current townhouse for over two years now and it's time for a change. I tell people that we have outgrown it which is ridiculous since there are only two of us plus Louie and our townhouse is two floors with three bedrooms, but last night sealed the deal. We went to bed with the windows open since the weather is so nice to be awoken at 12:27 am to gunshots outside!!! In the past year things have started going downhill in our neighborhood to include: armed robberies, spray painting doors and cars, etc. There were 12 rounds fired and needless to say it woke us up, so Chris called the non-emergency number to inform them they might want to send some police to check out the surrounding area. We have decided that we are going to try and move onto Fort Belvoir. They have new housing which include two car garages, maple cabinets, energy efficient appliances, and safety. They don't have any openings in the new neighborhoods (as of today) but we are going to continue checking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all my non-military family members and friends to visit me you will have to get a pass to come on base and have your car searched, sorry for the inconvenience, but I feel my safety is worth it! See picture below for future home (hopefully!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187966592705216306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R_9cIQjJvzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FSuLcl3hWY8/s320/VerondaleBlockA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-7430339989398361110?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/7430339989398361110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=7430339989398361110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7430339989398361110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/7430339989398361110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-need-new-house.html' title='we need a new house'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R_9cIQjJvzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FSuLcl3hWY8/s72-c/VerondaleBlockA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-8802455120257314173</id><published>2008-04-03T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:48:47.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boil, boil, toil and trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that's the only catchy quote I could think of to describe the Crawfish Boil! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://www.hlp3.com/photography/Crawfish%20Boil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we have started planning the crawfish boil again this year and I'm hoping that there's no rudeness like last year. Again it's on my turf, so I will have no problem letting this particular female know if she's out of line, but I have seen her a few times since and she steers clear of me. Other than this one female, I'm thinking everything will be great as long as the weather cooperates! It's at a new location which will provide more room for the guest, but there should be great food, good beer, and fun times to be had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had another trip to Walter Reed on Monday. The procedure was very uncomfortable, imagine the worst cramps you've ever had and then some and you might come close to how I felt. Chris' visit on Tuesday went well, everything checked out normal for the both of us, so one more blood draw on the 14th and back to Walter Reed on the 24th to see how to proceed - keep your fingers crossed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has been the same this week, nothing exciting, but I'm getting very annoyed with people not doing their job and it being tasked to me. I don't want to find these guys long-term apartments, I'm not a leasing agent, why can't someone else do it?! I have made some headway, but accounting is taking way to long to fill out the proper paperwork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hubby and I are trying to plan another trip back to New Orleans. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://www.geraldbrimacombe.com/Midwest/Louisiana%20-%20New%20Orleans%20-%20Boubon%20St%20sign%20LR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are hoping to go down there around May 10 so we can celebrate Nan's birthday and I can meet the few family members that I haven't gotten a chance to meet. Speaking of in-laws, can I get some new ones? I'll keep my husband, but others just drive me crazy and I don't know how much longer I will be civil to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. I have been enjoying the wine and warm weather!  Sorry I have tried to add my favorite things to the side or at least other blogs, but apparently I'm blog retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-8802455120257314173?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/8802455120257314173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=8802455120257314173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8802455120257314173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8802455120257314173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/04/boil-boil-toil-and-trouble.html' title='boil, boil, toil and trouble'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335953780608399515.post-8097658835287629275</id><published>2008-03-28T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:46:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So... I have decided to try this blog thing. I don't have a lot that goes on or at least not worth writing about. Updates might be minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it's Friday! I arrived at work this morning after having to stop at 7-Eleven in Little Mexico also know as Manassas and buy a quart of oil because the jerks didn't put my oil plug in tight and my oil has been leaking out for the past two weeks. Don't worry I'm stopping by the shop on the way home to have them fix this problem. I chose to stop at this 7-Eleven because last Friday when I stopped at the Exxon by my house I filled up my gas tank and started to drive away when someone pounded on my trunk. I know that like many other young females I have received those forwards that talk about crazy men kidnapping women by pretending to hit their car, of course this is the first thought that crosses my mind. I cracked my window to see what the guy wanted and he handed me one of his "business cards". I couldn't even read his name, but his title said something along the lines of entertainment industry, as I look at this guy I'm think this is some joke. He proceeds to tell me that I looked real nice and he wanted to take me out on a date that weekend, I asked him if he was serious and that's why he pounded on my car?! He said that he wanted to get my attention before I left so I threw my hand up and told him I was married, threw his business card out of my window, and drove off. Now, you can understand why I would be hesitant to stop there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mexico's 7-Eleven was not much better as you can imagine by the location. I felt like I was at one of those car shows except I was the model and I was uncomfortable. I don't mind when gentlemen offer assistance, but I don't like it when they stand around and stare, make catcalls, make unwanted advances, etc. I'm fully capable of popping my hood, unscrewing the lid for the oil and pouring it in. I was happy to be done and speed off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having these experiences, I have begun to not expect much out of Friday's. Oh how today how surprised me! I boot up my laptop and find a message from a co-worker stating she has a package for me and to come to her office when I get in. I start getting excited because this particular co-work has given me an occasional bottle of wine before and so this is what I'm thinking the package could be. I enter her office and she tells me to grab my car keys and she would meet me by my office. We go down to the parking garage and she gives me almost a case of wine!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bottles to be exact! I knew there was a god. On that note I'm expecting a great weekend.  Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Glass of wine??" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q95/Pepper_ann_420/wine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335953780608399515-8097658835287629275?l=jromig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/feeds/8097658835287629275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335953780608399515&amp;postID=8097658835287629275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8097658835287629275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335953780608399515/posts/default/8097658835287629275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromig.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604887766994971569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jfku-_69Y3c/R9k4ULvclUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zVE31hczqw/S220/chris+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
