<?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-7753171</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:53:21.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>www.SweetReagan.com</title><subtitle type='html'>The sweetest of Reagan's world ... Life in the PINK!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-116195996884957413</id><published>2006-10-27T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:39:28.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stacie Orrico - I'm Not Missing You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/116195996884957413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=116195996884957413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/116195996884957413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/116195996884957413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/10/stacie-orrico-im-not-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-115634996982296013</id><published>2006-08-23T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:10:24.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupidest This Week ... Volumne 1</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know ... I'm a bad, bad blogger. I've been neglecting the few readers I had and now I'm sure they've all moved on to someone more entertaining and fulfilling. What can I do to win them back? I'll start by promising to post weekly, Thursdays, a column of sorts ... "The Stupidest This Week"! I see a lot of really dumb things on T.V., the internet, over email, and just out in public. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://articles.news.aol.com/news/_a/battle-for-two-girls-hearts/20060822074609990010' title='The Stupidest This Week ... Volumne 1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/115634996982296013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=115634996982296013&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115634996982296013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115634996982296013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupidest-this-week-volumne-1.html' title='The Stupidest This Week ... Volumne 1'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-115288849358406550</id><published>2006-07-14T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:17:56.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed ...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess if this is the worst thing that I’ve got to be bummed about, then my life must be going pretty well (it’s not but this is what I’m writing about today anyway, so deal). My favorite morning show has been cancelled. I’ve been listening to this station since I came to Houston over 13 years ago, and I’m actually considering deleting it from my programmed radio dial. Last Friday was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/115288849358406550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=115288849358406550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115288849358406550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115288849358406550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/07/bummed.html' title='Bummed ...'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-115160330629596274</id><published>2006-06-29T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:14:36.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeding out my beautiful garden.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I think it’s that time again. It’s a good idea to do this at least once a year especially if you go out and meet new people as much as I do. I’ve been accused of not being outgoing enough. My photos and social calendar prove otherwise. Please keep in mind, I'm not trying to devalue any friendships. They are all important to me and have the potential to grow. I know I’m risking pissing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/115160330629596274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=115160330629596274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115160330629596274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115160330629596274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/06/weeding-out-my-beautiful-garden.html' title='Weeding out my beautiful garden.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-115144156568383063</id><published>2006-06-27T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:09:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things come to those who wait ... so she waits.</title><summary type='text'>“You hate me? … Be honest.”“That would certainly make my life easier.”There have been too many days lately that I find myself second guessing everything that’s led me to this point, like I’m trying to find some reason or meaning for all the madness of the situation. Every event in life happens for some reason, some bigger plan. I’m still waiting for mine to surface.As if they were all just </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.jamesblunt.com/songs/goodbye.html' title='Good things come to those who wait ... so she waits.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/115144156568383063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=115144156568383063&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115144156568383063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115144156568383063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-things-come-to-those-who-wait-so.html' title='Good things come to those who wait ... so she waits.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-115090523758322034</id><published>2006-06-21T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:56:18.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Enlightenment</title><summary type='text'>I don’t usually read more than a few lines of these, but this one really hit home. This really is how I try to deal with my life as big issues arise, one after another sometimes bombarding and overwhelming me with more than I feel I can handle. After crying my eyes out of course, I often have to talk myself into stepping back, and say the words out loud, “I’ve been through worse things than this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/115090523758322034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=115090523758322034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115090523758322034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115090523758322034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/06/positive-enlightenment.html' title='Positive Enlightenment'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-115022575355606263</id><published>2006-06-13T14:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:55:46.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even when it's raining here, it's still gorgeous.</title><summary type='text'>The first morning, I woke early, picked up my new book, and made my way down to the main patio. The view was so breathtaking and overwhelming, I literally cried. I thought about the couple who had brought us all there to share in the moment when they would publicly dedicate the rest of their lives to each other. I thought about the friends I was sharing this experience with. And most sadly, I </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.ocotalresort.com/photogallery/index.php#' title='Even when it&apos;s raining here, it&apos;s still gorgeous.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/115022575355606263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=115022575355606263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115022575355606263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/115022575355606263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/06/even-when-its-raining-here-its-still_13.html' title='Even when it&apos;s raining here, it&apos;s still gorgeous.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114788747480660357</id><published>2006-05-17T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:42:30.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring humpday.</title><summary type='text'>I get a lot of silly jokester emails all day, everyday. No matter how many times I tell my friends not to send me this crap and that I don't even open it, they still do. I decided to actually look at a couple things today, just because the day is dragging ass.This is just dumb. I should have listened to my first instinct. I wish I could get that 2 seconds back. Thanks anyway Rockstar. And now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114788747480660357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114788747480660357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114788747480660357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114788747480660357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/05/boring-humpday.html' title='Boring humpday.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114780692398315709</id><published>2006-05-16T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:42:21.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Basics</title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to take a second to introduce a new blogger. Well, actually he's a friend from MySpace who I convinced to join the blogger world. He emails me these fantastic compliments about my writing, which I take as pure flattery. During our email tizzy, I've managed to convince him to start his own blog, what with all his wordly travels and jet-setting lifestyle. I expect some entertaining </summary><link rel='related' href='http://dcbasics.blogspot.com' title='The Basics'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114780692398315709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114780692398315709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114780692398315709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114780692398315709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/05/basics.html' title='The Basics'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114772857966128896</id><published>2006-05-15T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:42:07.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Sunday sipping champagne at the Hotel Zaza pool.</title><summary type='text'>Just the sound of it escaping my lips brings back the memory of warmth, sounds of waterfalls, and sweet tastes. I had a really hard time convincing myself not to take BFF’s suggestion of lying to my co-workers about my car breaking down so that we could enjoy another crazy night in the big D. I had an absolute blast. I definitely did not want to come home. As I’m soaking up the sun, contemplating</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.hotelzaza.com/Images/Dining_UrbanOasis/PhotoTour/2.jpg' title='Spending Sunday sipping champagne at the Hotel Zaza pool.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114772857966128896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114772857966128896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114772857966128896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114772857966128896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/05/spending-sunday-sipping-champagne-at.html' title='Spending Sunday sipping champagne at the Hotel Zaza pool.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114744595600221305</id><published>2006-05-12T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:08:01.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope everyone has a great weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Just checkin in. Well I had a really productive and fun week. I finally got back into my workout routine again. And I've got a great weekend planned. One of my BFFs is competing in a fitness competition that she's worked really hard on. So one of my other BFFs and I are going to watch the show and support her.I just want to say that I love these two girls with all my heart. No, I'm not a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114744595600221305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114744595600221305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114744595600221305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114744595600221305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/05/hope-everyone-has-great-weekend.html' title='Hope everyone has a great weekend.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114677556271482322</id><published>2006-05-04T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:02:00.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it.</title><summary type='text'>I’m so pissed off I can’t even think straight right now. So forgive me if this comes out completely incoherent.I am so sick of gossipy assholes with nothing better to do with their fat asses than make up fabrications about people just to fill their own pathetic lives with any attention no matter how negative or dramatic it may be. I hate, hate, hate, hate gossip. I’ve lost many friends over it. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114677556271482322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114677556271482322&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114677556271482322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114677556271482322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/05/bring-it.html' title='Bring it.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114666880211381469</id><published>2006-05-03T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:41:14.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt is a good motivator.</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been wasting a lot of time lately reading blogs, surfing myspace and the net, but mostly reading blogs. I feel obligated to post something here. The problem is, I don’t feel very inspired to write anything. Not much has changed in my life, so there’s not much to write about. There have been the occasional encounters that have caused everything from butterflies and weak knees followed by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114666880211381469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114666880211381469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114666880211381469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114666880211381469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/05/guilt-is-good-motivator.html' title='Guilt is a good motivator.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114554497245318593</id><published>2006-04-20T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:59:23.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I only dance when I'm drunk.</title><summary type='text'>"You don't remember dancing with me like Shakira?""No. If I don't remember it, it didn't happen.""You are a dancing machine.""That's what they tell me."Last night is a complete blur. Thanks to Laffy Taffy, I was having the most fabulous time within 30 minutes of our assemblage. Number 3 had me laughing so hard, I missed most of the game. Damnit! Where's my hat bitch?!I scantily recall sitting at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114554497245318593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114554497245318593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114554497245318593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114554497245318593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-only-dance-when-im-drunk.html' title='I only dance when I&apos;m drunk.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114539496450130116</id><published>2006-04-18T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:16:04.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On.</title><summary type='text'>Sign my Guestmap &amp; my Guestbook PLEASE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114539496450130116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114539496450130116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114539496450130116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114539496450130116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a369/sweetreagan/MySpace/th_617276329_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114528759929483132</id><published>2006-04-17T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:31:01.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can never be too honest with me.</title><summary type='text'>I had a battle in my head between Sweet Reagan (above) and Sassy Reagan (I'm surrounded by stupid jerks) on what to title this. Obviously Sweet Reagan won ..."You don't like me.""What? You're dumb." You just irritate the crap out of me most of the time."I'm serious. I can tell.""Why do you think that?""I can just tell.""Because I don't throw myself at you like every other slut in this city?""I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114528759929483132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114528759929483132&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114528759929483132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114528759929483132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-can-never-be-too-honest-with-me.html' title='You can never be too honest with me.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114494016881282424</id><published>2006-04-13T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:56:08.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to know you are loved.</title><summary type='text'>It's got to be the most intense feeling one can have, just the knowing that you are loved, I mean really loved by someone you know would do anything in the world for you and would never hurt you or make you cry. Why do we have such an insatiable need for that extraordinary connection? I know why I need it so badly. It has more to do with my childhood (or lack thereof), than any natural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114494016881282424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114494016881282424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114494016881282424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114494016881282424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-good-to-know-you-are-loved.html' title='It&apos;s good to know you are loved.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114442771686481856</id><published>2006-04-07T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:35:16.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning after ...</title><summary type='text'>My head hurts a little, my stomach is queasy, and I had a really hard time getting up for work this morning. I have Sass to thank for that. She knows how to take my mind off of my frustrations and what to say to encourage me that I'm doing the right thing. I'm trying to remember exactly how many guys I passed my number on to and if I had my booze-goggles on during the exchange. No help from Sass,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114442771686481856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114442771686481856&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114442771686481856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114442771686481856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/04/morning-after.html' title='The morning after ...'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114418223172173168</id><published>2006-04-04T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:23:51.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Fact</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday of this week, at exactly two minutes and three seconds after 1 AM, the time and date will be: 01:02:03 04/05/06. That will never happen again. Just thought you'd want to know so you can celebrate.You may now return to your normal life.Sign my Guestmap &amp; my Guestbook PLEASE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114418223172173168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114418223172173168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114418223172173168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114418223172173168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/04/dumb-fact.html' title='Dumb Fact'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114374080569186867</id><published>2006-03-30T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:49:38.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Love Letters</title><summary type='text'>I was doing some personal spring cleaning today (another mundane task to avoid doing any productive work at the office). I came across a love letter written to me last summer. It brought a happy tear to my eye and made me recall good times, something else I have to be thankful for. Life is fine right now ... full of puppy kisses, the love of a family, beautiful friends, good lovin', and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114374080569186867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114374080569186867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114374080569186867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114374080569186867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-love-letters.html' title='Old Love Letters'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114297826383884723</id><published>2006-03-21T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:57:43.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, so far away.</title><summary type='text'>Life has a way of making me question everything around me and second guess every analyzation and decision I make on a daily basis. As much as I'd like for it to be simple, peaceful, and happy, it never really is. But I guess that's what makes it all so exciting. Where's my "Easy" button? I'm notorious for making bad choices and as a consequence, my life is full of regrets. I can give all my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114297826383884723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114297826383884723&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114297826383884723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114297826383884723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-close-so-far-away.html' title='So close, so far away.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114236269513940220</id><published>2006-03-14T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:01:18.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short to ________ .</title><summary type='text'>I was feeling much better yesterday after the rain stopped. I got a phone call around lunch time. It came from someone that is not necessarily a close friend at the moment, but who is recently closely tied into my life right now. I have no doubt that he'll be a close friend over time. He's an over-achiever and a work horse to say the least at his young age of 37 years. He was calling me from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114236269513940220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114236269513940220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114236269513940220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114236269513940220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-too-short-to.html' title='Life is too short to ________ .'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114227012372912591</id><published>2006-03-13T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:32:29.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone have a cure for my melancholy mood?</title><summary type='text'>My weekend was crap. And now it looks like it's going to rain the entire week to make that crap as well. I hate it when I build an event or day up in my mind to be something so fun and exciting and then something completely out of my control happens to steer it in the complete opposite direction turning it into something so piss poor that it doesn't even deserve acknowledgment in the form of any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114227012372912591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114227012372912591&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114227012372912591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114227012372912591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/03/does-anyone-have-cure-for-my.html' title='Does anyone have a cure for my melancholy mood?'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114176118224008848</id><published>2006-03-07T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:53:02.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Little Titus.</title><summary type='text'>Hey blogger world! My mommy is pretty busy trying to look busy, but I don't think she's working very hard. Anyway, I've hijacked her computer for a little while. I really dig the internet, man! I can see why my mommy prefers surfing the web over working. While she was busy doing who-knows-what, I was browsing this website. She told me about it and showed me the entry she posted about me. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114176118224008848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114176118224008848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114176118224008848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114176118224008848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-little-titus.html' title='This is Little Titus.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114140240121180427</id><published>2006-03-03T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:14:01.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy's Breath ...</title><summary type='text'>One of the most soothing smells I've ever encountered in my life, second only to the smell of babies which is very easily accomplished by purchasing baby powder. So if someone invented a puppy cologne that captured this scent, I'd spend every penny I have in savings to buy stock in that company just so my Titus would always smell like puppy's breath even when he gets older and looses it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114140240121180427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114140240121180427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114140240121180427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114140240121180427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/03/puppys-breath.html' title='Puppy&apos;s Breath ...'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-114131953793617374</id><published>2006-03-02T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:39:12.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a new love!</title><summary type='text'> Yes, I'm in love with this beautiful, tiny ball of fur. Look at that face! How could you not fall in love? His name is Little Titus. He's a lot like me: beautiful, cuddly, and quiet. He's a little young though, only 6 weeks and 2 days old. He weighs all of 1.5 pounds. We're just getting to know each other so I'm waiting to see more of his personality come out any day now. He's perfectly content </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/114131953793617374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=114131953793617374&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114131953793617374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/114131953793617374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-got-new-love.html' title='I&apos;ve got a new love!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113710873484776214</id><published>2006-01-12T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:38:42.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days are worse than others.</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I can't catch my breathe,I can't hold back the tears any longer,I can't stop the pain in my heart from missing you,I can't stop my mind from thinking about you.Even now after everything, I can't imagine life without you in it.I can't picture myself waking up next to anyone else but you.I miss holding you every morning and waking you up with my kisses.I miss the sound of your voice in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113710873484776214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113710873484776214&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113710873484776214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113710873484776214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-days-are-worse-than-others.html' title='Some days are worse than others.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113656733274036245</id><published>2006-01-06T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:40:51.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of 2006.</title><summary type='text'>Happy 2006! I had a fabulous Christmas and New Year celebration. I was with the two people I love the most. Then 2006 slapped me in the face with a cold dose of reality and left my heart empty.This year will definitely start off with new beginnings for me. I hope everyone else had a great holiday. Quite frankly, I couldn't be more relieved that it's over. No more holidays to celebrate until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113656733274036245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113656733274036245&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113656733274036245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113656733274036245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-of-2006.html' title='The first of 2006.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113587901806452588</id><published>2005-12-29T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:07:52.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution 2006: Try to be more tolerant.</title><summary type='text'>I was trying to reflect and evaluate so that I could come up with an attainable New Year's resolution. Instead of evaluating my own short-comings that I might be able to focus and improve upon, I found myself analyzing my most vexatious pet peeves. If you know me, you know that these vexations come out very often mostly in the form of unspeakable curses and highly sarcastic banterings. Only my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113587901806452588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113587901806452588&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113587901806452588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113587901806452588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-resolution-2006-try-to-be.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution 2006: Try to be more tolerant.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113528679291343042</id><published>2005-12-22T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:28:00.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coughing up a lung and blowing my brains out of my nose.</title><summary type='text'>Sorry I haven't been posting. I've been sick for 7 days now and the couple of days I've been able to make it in to work, I've been slammed trying to catch up. Thank you 40-day flood. Even better, I've been spreading my holiday cheer via a severe cold infection to others as well. Joy, joy, blah, blah, blah. How do ya like me now? Thank God Christmas is almost over. Now I've only got 1 day left to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113528679291343042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113528679291343042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113528679291343042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113528679291343042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/coughing-up-lung-and-blowing-my-brains.html' title='Coughing up a lung and blowing my brains out of my nose.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113459564744919015</id><published>2005-12-14T15:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:39:54.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE TO SELF: Do not leave the office during a 40-day flood.</title><summary type='text'>My quick bite with Lunch Friend turned into a 2 hour cluster fuck! I pull the car into park, grab my coat to drape over my head (I have no umbrella and I think the coat will actually cover more of my body than an umbrella would anyway), and anxiously step out into the monsoon. I immediately regretted that step and even stopped 4 times to seek shelter under overhangs and contemplated running back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113459564744919015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113459564744919015&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113459564744919015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113459564744919015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/note-to-self-do-not-leave-office_14.html' title='NOTE TO SELF: Do not leave the office during a 40-day flood.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113457629990585869</id><published>2005-12-14T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:04:59.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone got bit by the Bitchy-Poo Bug today.</title><summary type='text'>And I thought I was a scrooge ..."Blah, blah, blah. This is Reagan, can I help you.""This is Maria in suite 500. Can you please tell the tenant in suite 510 next to me to turn their Christmas light off at night?""I'm sorry, is there a problem.""Well, I just think it's a fire hazard. They have decorations on there too and the lights could get too hot and cause a fire. My office is right next to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113457629990585869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113457629990585869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113457629990585869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113457629990585869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/someone-got-bit-by-bitchy-_113457629990585869.html' title='Someone got bit by the Bitchy-Poo Bug today.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113440308932571598</id><published>2005-12-12T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:58:09.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to stop and smell the roses.</title><summary type='text'>My weekends always seem to fly by me way too fast lately without me ever feeling like I had a chance to relax and enjoy the time and events. Bummer.I think things may work out in the relationship department. As I said before, sometimes people need a profound event to occur to force them to reevaluate their priorities. Time will tell.I spent a total of 6 hours last week searching for the perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113440308932571598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113440308932571598&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113440308932571598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113440308932571598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-time-to-stop-and-smell-roses.html' title='No time to stop and smell the roses.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113414206831138965</id><published>2005-12-09T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:27:48.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy El Nino!</title><summary type='text'>It's effen cold outside. A friend of mine said a friend of hers called her from Chicago or New York or something like that yesterday and said that it's colder here than it is there. What the Hell is going on here? Ok, now that we've gotten past that ...Sass and I have at least one fan. Zombie Lama apparently has a feature that he tries to do weekly, "Hottie of the Week". Well, he's chosen Sass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113414206831138965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113414206831138965&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113414206831138965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113414206831138965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/holy-el-nino.html' title='Holy El Nino!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113405480757013937</id><published>2005-12-08T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:17:40.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions of a Reality TV junkie.</title><summary type='text'>Oh, I know it's been killing you waiting for this post this morning. Yes LFC, I watched Project Runway last night. It was ... er ... uh ... interesting? I just have one question ... Are all male fashion designers gay?Is Andrae' a fashion designer or a drama queen? What was up with his answer in that last segment. I don't think anyone understood what the Hell he was trying to say. Please Andrae', </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway_2' title='Addictions of a Reality TV junkie.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113405480757013937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113405480757013937&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113405480757013937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113405480757013937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/addictions-of-reality-tv-junkie.html' title='Addictions of a Reality TV junkie.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113396799076955349</id><published>2005-12-07T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:27:35.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah-Hum-Bug!</title><summary type='text'>I'm such a scrooge. I really loathe the holidays. The only things I like about them are the days off work, the food, and seeing my friends and family more. I'm on a strict diet and workout routine so I can't even enjoy the food without feeling the guilt in the gym the following day. To make matters worse I'm dealing with a lot of adjustments and losses in my personal life right now. Let's recap </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113396799076955349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113396799076955349&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113396799076955349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113396799076955349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/bah-hum-bug.html' title='Bah-Hum-Bug!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113389225245929526</id><published>2005-12-06T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:00:29.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too little, too late.</title><summary type='text'>What you did last night was over the top to say the least. But I found it to be extremely passionate and romantic. It's a real shame I couldn't capture your attention so profoundly until now. It's even more of a shame that you are continuing with the exact behavior that has brought us to this place, which tells me your actions and words last night were less than sincere.I hate second guessing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113389225245929526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113389225245929526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113389225245929526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113389225245929526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too little, too late.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113380861073175476</id><published>2005-12-05T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:50:10.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Brooke.</title><summary type='text'>I miss you! Well said ... "Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there … to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but when you lock eyes with them; you know that every moment they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113380861073175476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113380861073175476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113380861073175476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113380861073175476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/thank-you-brooke.html' title='Thank you Brooke.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113354800192445220</id><published>2005-12-02T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:41:55.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday thoughts for the sake of blogging.</title><summary type='text'>Well, yesterday, I accomplished absolutely nothing. My boss was out sick all day, and since I'm the only other person in the office at the moment, I chose to be a complete slacker. Sounds heavenly, I know, but I'm paying for it today. My desk has about 6 different huge piles of paperwork that I'm sorting through as you read. I just found a congratulatory certificate for successfully completing my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113354800192445220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113354800192445220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113354800192445220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113354800192445220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-friday-thoughts-for-sake-of.html' title='Random Friday thoughts for the sake of blogging.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113345235840802498</id><published>2005-12-01T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:26:04.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a creature of habit.</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning from an almost sleepless night and thought to myself, "What just happened over the past 2 weeks?" I've been walking around for the past several weeks in a daze of denial and most recently, disbelief. I've just been dumped, or was it mutual? ... I'm still really confused about the whole thing? I sort of knew it was coming, but it still hurts and frustrates the hell out of me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113345235840802498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113345235840802498&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113345235840802498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113345235840802498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-creature-of-habit.html' title='I&apos;m a creature of habit.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113086477157419930</id><published>2005-11-01T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:33:09.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Poem from the Dog</title><summary type='text'>Yes, yesterday was my stinking birthday. I don’t really like to talk about it because I hate celebrating it anymore and I refuse to tell anyone how old I am. The only reason I’m mentioning it now is because I wanted to tell you about the adorable card boyfriend got me.The one from him would have been funny, but he accidentally wrote across the part that was supposed to be funny … oops. It was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113086477157419930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113086477157419930&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113086477157419930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113086477157419930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-poem-from-dog.html' title='A Birthday Poem from the Dog'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-113077333457386855</id><published>2005-10-31T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:48:21.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><summary type='text'>A cabbie picks up a nun.She gets into the cab and the cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring.He replies: "I have a question to ask you, but I don't want to offend you".She answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/113077333457386855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=113077333457386855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113077333457386855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/113077333457386855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112990141471713582</id><published>2005-10-21T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:30:14.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday &amp; GO ASTROS!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Funny video from boyfriend (sorry, he's just a little demented at times) ...Rat BoySign my Guestmap &amp; my Guestbook PLEASE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112990141471713582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112990141471713582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112990141471713582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112990141471713582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-friday-go-astros.html' title='Happy Friday &amp; GO ASTROS!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112973763551918025</id><published>2005-10-19T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:29:14.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn, Naked Women, Hot Sex!</title><summary type='text'>HA! Not really, I'm just bored with my life and I wanted to try a little experiment. I want to see how many hits my site gets by adding these keywords to it, just out of curiosity.Did I tell you my little baby boy is already 19.4 pounds. He doesn't look that heavy.I told you my life is boring right now. Not for long. Lot's of big changes ahead very soon. Come back and see me sometime!Sign my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112973763551918025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112973763551918025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112973763551918025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112973763551918025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/porn-naked-women-hot-sex.html' title='Porn, Naked Women, Hot Sex!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112964399804766736</id><published>2005-10-18T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:59:58.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried Mommy</title><summary type='text'>Boyfriend wakes me up last night at about 12:30 (when he arrives home from the Astros game ... very irritated about that, but that's another story) with my spass-o puppy and puts him in the bed with us, even though I've forbid him from doing that until we break his excited accidents."What are you doing?""I'm worried about Enzo!""Why?"He keeps making this loud hacking noise. I've given him water </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112964399804766736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112964399804766736&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112964399804766736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112964399804766736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/worried-mommy.html' title='Worried Mommy'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112932262606465442</id><published>2005-10-14T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T15:43:46.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, it's Friday and I'm totally unmotivated to write anything. In fact, I think I'll be leaving now!</title><summary type='text'>OMG! This is pretty funny. Can you figure out what the story is about? It took me a second to get past the Ebonics...The End Of The InternetSign my Guestmap &amp; my Guestbook PLEASE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112932262606465442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112932262606465442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112932262606465442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112932262606465442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-its-friday-and-im-totally.html' title='Sorry, it&apos;s Friday and I&apos;m totally unmotivated to write anything. In fact, I think I&apos;ll be leaving now!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112912430143444088</id><published>2005-10-12T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:38:21.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpio for today.</title><summary type='text'>Your feelings are as deep-seated as they come, and you don't usually share them -- not unless you have to, or if someone you know needs to hear them to feel better, or you know that it's impossible to keep them hidden any longer. At the moment, someone who's been distancing from you is about to ask for an audience. If you're game, let them back into your immediate circle. If not, maybe it's time </summary><link rel='related' href='http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyextended/scorpio' title='Scorpio for today.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112912430143444088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112912430143444088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112912430143444088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112912430143444088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/scorpio-for-today.html' title='Scorpio for today.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112615130891855082</id><published>2005-10-11T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:53:41.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS VULGER LANGUAGE AND SOME RACIAL SLURS THAT DO NOT REFLECT THE BELIEFS OF SWEET REAGAN!</title><summary type='text'>This is a really long post, but I have got to tell you, this is well worth it! Let me set this up ... The world of eBay is a rather funny place. There are a few tricks to the business that I don't necessarily participate or condone, but they occur either way. There are also a lot of J-A-C-K-A-S-S-E-S out there who are preying on people who are trying to get whatever they are looking for at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112615130891855082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112615130891855082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112615130891855082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112615130891855082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/warning-this-post-contains-vulger.html' title='WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS VULGER LANGUAGE AND SOME RACIAL SLURS THAT DO NOT REFLECT THE BELIEFS OF SWEET REAGAN!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112852441557963053</id><published>2005-10-05T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:10:00.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for not posting, it's a busy week!</title><summary type='text'>Well there's lots of things going on in my life right now, albeit pretty mundane events, but busy nonetheless.My family in Louisiana is still trying to recover from Hurricane Rita. So I'm going home a lot more often to help with the clean up. It really is devastating to see the town I grew up in and the people I grew up with in this state and struggling so much. Last Friday was the first time I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112852441557963053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112852441557963053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112852441557963053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112852441557963053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-for-not-posting-its-busy-week.html' title='Sorry for not posting, it&apos;s a busy week!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112791800967555949</id><published>2005-09-28T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:33:29.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My puppy is finally perfect!</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame {	float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }				Enzo 09.24.05, originally uploaded by sweetreagan.	Finally, good news ... As of 1 week ago, Enzo has not peed in the house! I think my puppy is officially housebroken! YIPPIE! It seems like a small thing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112791800967555949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112791800967555949&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112791800967555949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112791800967555949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-puppy-is-finally-perfect.html' title='My puppy is finally perfect!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112782812312250923</id><published>2005-09-27T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:36:27.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New website and personal updates.</title><summary type='text'>I started another Yahoo group (go figure). It's for Hurricane Rita victims, more specifically Louisiana residents. I think the reason is obvious but if you need some clarification, that's where I'm from and where my family still lives. I was going insane trying to find them and find out what is going on there. So I started this group so that I could get more information from others who evacuated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112782812312250923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112782812312250923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112782812312250923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112782812312250923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-website-and-personal-updates.html' title='New website and personal updates.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112774152176975554</id><published>2005-09-26T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:58:46.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm after the storm.</title><summary type='text'>Well now that Rita has left the state, I think I'm the only person in the whole city who was dumb enough to come to work. There was almost no traffic on the freeways. Half the city evacuated and now they all have to return. The mayor has split the city into 4 quadrins and is asking Houstonians to return on different days to avoid the chaos that was the evacuation. He is also asking all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112774152176975554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112774152176975554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/calm-after-storm.html' title='The calm after the storm.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112753089564418636</id><published>2005-09-23T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:01:35.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaritas are the only good Ritas. III</title><summary type='text'>It's 10 PM. Not much change here. My major concern now is Sulphur, Louisiana. My parents live there in a trailer no less. And my grandmother lives in Cameron, Louisiana in a moderately constructed home. The eye is likely to pass directly over that area some time tonight. The eye is 60 miles out now and winds there are already up to 90 mph. Which means my grandmother's and my parent's house are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112753089564418636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112753089564418636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112753089564418636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112753089564418636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/margaritas-are-only-good-ritas-iii.html' title='Margaritas are the only good Ritas. III'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112752285605611825</id><published>2005-09-23T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:55:50.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaritas are the only good Ritas. II</title><summary type='text'>It's almost 8 PM. There are a few rain drops here and there but the serious rain hasn't begun yet. It's dark so I can't see how thick the clouds are anymore. But I got some pretty good pics right at dusk. It's getting more windy. The news says there are 35 mph winds right now and that sounds about right. The bigger trees are showing it. About 30 minutes ago, I saw a caravan of about 20 moving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112752285605611825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112752285605611825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112752285605611825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112752285605611825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/margaritas-are-only-good-ritas-ii.html' title='Margaritas are the only good Ritas. II'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112750295491061151</id><published>2005-09-23T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:15:54.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaritas are the only good Ritas.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's 2 PM and it looks like Rita is going to make landfall more to our east. It's also been downgraded to a category 3 and they are expecting the winds not to exceed 80 mph. The wind has picked up here slightly in the past couple of hours. The weather is actually tollerable at the moment. We've done a walk around the neighborhood and taken pictures of everything to post along with after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112750295491061151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112750295491061151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112750295491061151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112750295491061151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/margaritas-are-only-good-ritas.html' title='Margaritas are the only good Ritas.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112733240995645236</id><published>2005-09-21T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:53:29.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you running or hiding?</title><summary type='text'>This may be the last time I get to post before the storm. My office will be closed tomorrow and Friday. And for the next couple of days, I'll be getting my house ready for the storm. There's really not much I can do, since boyfriend has so stubbornly refused to purchase any plywood, bottled water, battery operated radio, canned foods, or batteries. And now most of the city is sold out of all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112733240995645236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112733240995645236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112733240995645236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112733240995645236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-running-or-hiding.html' title='Are you running or hiding?'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112724492418148381</id><published>2005-09-20T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:47:32.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita update I</title><summary type='text'>Family Flood Preparedness PlanSign my Guestmap &amp; my Guestbook PLEASE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112724492418148381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112724492418148381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112724492418148381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112724492418148381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/rita-update-i.html' title='Rita update I'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112716044081871456</id><published>2005-09-19T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:19:35.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita ~ Not cool!</title><summary type='text'>There's major concern that Tropical Storm Rita is headed our way! That sucks major ass! And I'm a little worried about it. I feel really bad for the Hurricane Katrina evacuees who have just started to settle in new apartments and homes. They are probably really freaking out that they may have to evacuate again so soon.Update just to lighten it up: Houston: Hurricane EvacuationHere, from city and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112716044081871456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112716044081871456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112716044081871456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112716044081871456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/rita-not-cool.html' title='Rita ~ Not cool!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112690037719239276</id><published>2005-09-16T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:53:38.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to complain about.</title><summary type='text'>I love, love, love my new job! Did I say I love my new job? And my boss is absolutely FABULOUS! That's my new word by the way. She's really funny and completely neegativity-free. She is so impressed with almost everything I do. And she always explains every detail of everything going on in the office and why something is done the way it is. That's really helpful since I want to train for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112690037719239276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112690037719239276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112690037719239276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112690037719239276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-to-complain-about.html' title='Nothing to complain about.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112661750962844408</id><published>2005-09-13T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T08:30:37.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayor of New Orleans Ray Nagin</title><summary type='text'>I got this email yesterday and thought it was interesting enough to post ...The picture below shows 206 school buses sitting in a flooded parking lot in New Orleans. When the order came to 'evacuate' - "Get Out of Dodge" thousands of people flooded the streets complaining that they had not car, gas, etc to leave. Each of these 206 buses holds 65 people. Mayor Ray Nagin could have used these buses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112661750962844408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112661750962844408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112661750962844408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112661750962844408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/mayor-of-new-orleans-ray-nagin.html' title='Mayor of New Orleans Ray Nagin'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112654892799221773</id><published>2005-09-12T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:15:28.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 remeberance.</title><summary type='text'>I cried a lot this weekend. I spent most of the weekend watching footage and re-enactments on the Discovery Channel of the 9/11 terrorist attacks and the crash of Flight 93. In case you live in a hole and you forgot, Sunday was the anniversary. It broke my heart to pieces all over again. It also gave me renewed inspiration with regard to the United States’ stance on the War Against Terror. For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112654892799221773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112654892799221773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112654892799221773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112654892799221773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/09/911-remeberance.html' title='9/11 remeberance.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112551895319954161</id><published>2005-08-31T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:16:35.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina Disaster Relief</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I got so sad looking at all the photos of the disaster and devistation caused by Hurricane Katrina. I decided to do what I could to help. I've created a donation page for others who want to help. All of the money that I raise through this donation page is going directly to the American Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund with a direction to dispurse funds to support those who have survived Katrina</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112551895319954161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112551895319954161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112551895319954161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112551895319954161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/hurricane-katrina-disaster-relief.html' title='Hurricane Katrina Disaster Relief'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112545221869241679</id><published>2005-08-30T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:37:05.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My prayer.</title><summary type='text'>While all of us have our own personal trials we are dealing with in our lives, I find it hard to focus on myself right now. My life is far from perfect right now, but it could be much, much worse. Tonight I'm saying prayers for everyone in the south who has been devastated by Hurricane Katrina. I pray that you all make it safely back home, that God will give you the strength to face the many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112545221869241679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112545221869241679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112545221869241679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112545221869241679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-prayer.html' title='My prayer.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112508874739774402</id><published>2005-08-26T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:44:59.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-qualified, WTF?</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I had an interview today for an Administrative Assistant position with a property management firm making $13/hr. ($27K/yr. and closer to where I want to be salary-wise). It lasted about 1 ½ minutes. It went something like this …Donna: “So Reagan, your resume looks great. What are you looking for in this position?”Me: “To be honest, I’m looking for a challenging position with room for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112508874739774402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112508874739774402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112508874739774402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112508874739774402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/over-qualified-wtf.html' title='Over-qualified, WTF?'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112500233010683509</id><published>2005-08-25T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:38:50.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to big corporations: Stop sending my help calls to foreign countries!</title><summary type='text'>Something funny I recieved over email last week and just opened with surprising delight! It's as therapeutic as the real thing! Try the manic mode.LinkOne of my biggest pet peeves:My wireless network card on my laptop isn't connecting to the access point in the office in our house. Simply put, I can't connect to the internet on my laptop right now. Very baaaad! I've been trying to get tech </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112500233010683509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112500233010683509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112500233010683509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112500233010683509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/note-to-big-corporations-stop-sending.html' title='Note to big corporations: Stop sending my help calls to foreign countries!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112480431147307331</id><published>2005-08-23T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T08:38:31.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap Your Irritating Co-Worker Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is the official "Slap Your Irritating Co-workers Holiday". Do you have a co-worker who talks nonstop about nothing, working your last nerve with tedious and boring details that you don't care about? Do you have a co-worker who ALWAYS screws up stuff creating MORE work for you? Do you have a co-worker who kisses so much booty, you can look in their mouth and see what your boss had for lunch?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112480431147307331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112480431147307331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112480431147307331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112480431147307331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/slap-your-irritating-co-worker-day.html' title='Slap Your Irritating Co-Worker Day'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112431020835325200</id><published>2005-08-17T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:27:54.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hexed &amp; vexed.</title><summary type='text'>First of all, Sass &amp; Urbandude, will you please take this voo-doo hex you put on me off!? Within 30 minutes of reading your comments to yesterday’s post, I suddenly got really nauseous for absolutely no reason. I barely made it to the restroom before I got sick. The nausea immediately went away after that so I know I’m not coming down with anything. I don’t know if it was just some silly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112431020835325200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112431020835325200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112431020835325200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112431020835325200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/hexed-vexed.html' title='Hexed &amp; vexed.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112422171803380303</id><published>2005-08-16T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:48:38.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers crossed, arms crossed, legs crossed, etc., etc. ...</title><summary type='text'>It’s now almost 3 PM. I couldn’t sleep even for 1 second last night. So I’ve now been wide awake for 33 hours. Funny thing is, I haven't really felt tired all day except for my eyes burning a little. Now that I’m talking about it, it will no doubt hit me like a ton of bricks shortly I’m sure.Take one guess as to what was on my little mind that I couldn’t sleep at all. Come on, take a guess. It’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112422171803380303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112422171803380303&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112422171803380303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112422171803380303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/fingers-crossed-arms-crossed-legs.html' title='Fingers crossed, arms crossed, legs crossed, etc., etc. ...'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112398441695475444</id><published>2005-08-13T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:00:25.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, you're it!</title><summary type='text'>Son of a … LitteFluffyCloud got me! Sorry it took me so long, but here goes ...10 years ago todayI was doing a lot of things I knew I shouldn’t do, involved in the worst relationship I’ve ever been in, but learning the biggest lesson of my life.5 years ago todayI was working on a project that would pay for the best investment I’ve ever made, the twins!1 year ago todayNothing too exciting. Living </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112398441695475444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112398441695475444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112398441695475444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112398441695475444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/08/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112249832581195835</id><published>2005-07-27T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:21:05.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've all been had! The Japanese are FAKES!</title><summary type='text'>Video clip, turn on your sound and read the subtitles!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112249832581195835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112249832581195835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112249832581195835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112249832581195835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/07/weve-all-been-had-japanese-are-fakes.html' title='We&apos;ve all been had! The Japanese are FAKES!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112239840490171001</id><published>2005-07-26T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:21:46.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay down here with the cockroaches ...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I was going to talk about the Discovery Liftoff today, but I had a conversation with Lunch Friend over IM that was so much more deserving of publication. We started off talking about the liftoff of course …Lunch Friend: What do you think about the space program?Sweet Reagan: whyLunch Friend: my fucking friend, Sarah, just told me she thinks we spend far too much on the space programLunch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112239840490171001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112239840490171001&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112239840490171001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112239840490171001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/07/stay-down-here-with-cockroaches.html' title='Stay down here with the cockroaches ...'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112206645261546603</id><published>2005-07-22T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:17:49.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet an inmate.</title><summary type='text'>Everyday I log into my Yahoo messenger and start my day. Today has gone by relatively uneventful. We had a busy morning with meetings scheduled here in the office. I had lunch with a good friend of mine. We always go out for my favorite food, sushi. I can’t get enough of it. I think they put crack in sushi, it’s an addiction. Anyway, I returned to the office to confront a minor altercation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112206645261546603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112206645261546603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112206645261546603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112206645261546603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/07/meet-inmate.html' title='Meet an inmate.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112189340934613496</id><published>2005-07-20T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:20:47.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness, obesity and redundance ... BEWARE!</title><summary type='text'>I’m completely unmotivated to do anything work related today. I haven’t even gotten off my dead ass to go to the restroom, get anything to drink, or even eat lunch (which actually is a good thing because odds are it would be fast-food which would only make me fatter). It could be the weather, but who really knows. Instead I’ve been working on Reagan’s Closet. I created a mailing list that you’re </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112189340934613496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112189340934613496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112189340934613496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112189340934613496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/07/laziness-obesity-and-redundance-beware.html' title='Laziness, obesity and redundance ... BEWARE!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112170500766273342</id><published>2005-07-18T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:51:52.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><summary type='text'>Not much going on right now. I had a pretty relaxing weekend. It’s been raining so much, it’s hard to get motivated to go out and do anything. And from the weather forecast, it doesn’t look like the rain is going to stop anytime soon. I don’t think Hurricane Emily will get close enough to cause much drama here, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed just in case.I know we’ve only had Enzo for a week,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112170500766273342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112170500766273342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112170500766273342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112170500766273342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-112104441120053421</id><published>2005-07-10T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:13:31.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The head of the household" ... Enzo</title><summary type='text'>Finally, I've found the most perfect puppy in the whole wide world! And I think his name suits him perfectly. Enzo is Italian and means "the head of the household". If you don't fall in love when you see him, you have the coldest heart ever. He's an 8 week old buff colored cocker spaniel and perfect in every way. He's got the sweet pouty eyes and a little nub for a tail that doesn't stop wagging.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/112104441120053421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=112104441120053421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112104441120053421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/112104441120053421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/07/head-of-household-enzo.html' title='&quot;The head of the household&quot; ... Enzo'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-111957979116404026</id><published>2005-06-23T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:30:40.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode, From A Daughter To Her Father</title><summary type='text'>You gave me the twinkle in my eyes,The quirky way I smile and the shape of my mouth,The heart on my sleeve,The slender and length of my body, fingers and toes.You gave me life.I adore you.We all do.You gave me many happy memories,Of dancing on the tops of your feet as a tiny little girl.I looked up at you with giggles of joy,As you held me up steady and strong.You led me through my innocence.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/111957979116404026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=111957979116404026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111957979116404026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111957979116404026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/06/ode-from-daughter-to-her-father.html' title='Ode, From A Daughter To Her Father'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-111947173875626359</id><published>2005-06-22T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:27:05.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6th time’s a charm … ?</title><summary type='text'>My dad is getting married … again. If you count the two times he married the same woman (the last time, I was strongly against), this will be his 6th marriage. My dad has the biggest heart of any man I have ever met in my life. Obviously, he’s made some bad choices in his life, but I guess we all have. I've watched him learn some very hard lessons and grow from each of these relationships.I’ve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/111947173875626359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=111947173875626359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111947173875626359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111947173875626359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/06/6th-times-charm.html' title='6th time’s a charm … ?'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-111843421300743550</id><published>2005-06-10T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:10:13.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom breeds nonsense ... I think I'm getting dumber as the day goes by. When will the day end?!</title><summary type='text'>Lucky you, two posts in one day! I’m just posting again because I’m really bored. I’m working a temp job for a commercial property management firm. Normally, the phone doesn’t stop ringing for two seconds. But for some reason this afternoon, I’ve been stuck here listening to the engineers’ maintenance babble on the walkie-talkie and emailing my friends to let them know I’m bored … not exactly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/111843421300743550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=111843421300743550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111843421300743550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111843421300743550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/06/boredom-breeds-nonsense-i-think-im.html' title='Boredom breeds nonsense ... I think I&apos;m getting dumber as the day goes by. When will the day end?!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-111841537788906523</id><published>2005-06-10T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:14:15.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains It Pours ... Episode I</title><summary type='text'>Ok, now that I’ve probably lost the only 2 readers I had, I guess I’ll start writing again. Sorry it took me so long. I was going through a little bit of a rough time for a few months, but I think I finally have everything under control again. Oops, I probably shouldn’t say that too loudly.Have you ever noticed that when things start getting screwy in life, it snowballs so quickly and becomes so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/111841537788906523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=111841537788906523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111841537788906523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111841537788906523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-it-rains-it-pours-episode-i.html' title='When It Rains It Pours ... Episode I'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-111023505415807785</id><published>2005-03-07T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:41:41.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Reagan's word of the day ...</title><summary type='text'>as·i·nine Pronunciation Key adj. Utterly stupid or silly: asinine behavior. Of, relating to, or resembling an ass. [Latin asinnus, of an ass, from asinus, ass.]asi·ninely adv. asi·nini·ty (-nn-t) n.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/111023505415807785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=111023505415807785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111023505415807785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/111023505415807785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-reagans-word-of-day.html' title='Sweet Reagan&apos;s word of the day ...'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110858459687050756</id><published>2005-02-16T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:13:36.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Office dares!</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been neglecting you lately. But, I have a good excuse. I was looking for a new job, and I FOUND ONE! Which actually could mean that I'll be neglecting you even more if I'm as busy as I anticipate. But, I will at least be a much happier person because the job comes with a significant pay increase and training for a more advanced position in the field I've been reaching for in my career</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110858459687050756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110858459687050756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110858459687050756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110858459687050756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/02/office-dares.html' title='Office dares!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110753767666990950</id><published>2005-02-04T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:24:02.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest thing I've ever done.</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for such a short entry. I've been really busy actually doing work this week.Ok, this may be a little on the crazy side, which is really unusual for me (not really). But, this has got to be the funniest thing I've ever done. Check out this eBay listing. I hope it works! It would be nice to raise a substantial amount of money for such a great cause. And I love embarrassing myself for such </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110753767666990950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110753767666990950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110753767666990950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110753767666990950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/02/funniest-thing-ive-ever-done.html' title='The funniest thing I&apos;ve ever done.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110693300735607049</id><published>2005-01-28T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T13:59:09.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you dig it?!</title><summary type='text'>First, I'd like to start with a story I heard about on my favorite radio show this morning. Sam was talking about the story about Nicole Kidman in Australia. Kidman has won a restraining order against 2 Aussie photographers who have chased her down in a Princess Diana-like high-speed car chase. A listening device was also discovered outside the window of her home! Sam's view on the subject is, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110693300735607049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110693300735607049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110693300735607049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110693300735607049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/can-you-dig-it.html' title='Can you dig it?!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110684494790149274</id><published>2005-01-27T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:55:47.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If women controlled the world ... Part 1</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110684494790149274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110684494790149274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110684494790149274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110684494790149274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-women-controlled-world-part-1.html' title='If women controlled the world ... Part 1'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110634470659409948</id><published>2005-01-21T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:01:28.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eminem's ass wuz here!</title><summary type='text'>  Ha! Remember when you were in high school and you signed the bathroom walls, desks and yearbooks with "(Your Name) wuz here (date)". That's what this story reminds me of. According to Hip Hop Game, Obie Trice placed a listing on eBay for an old, ratty, outdated sectional sofa for 2 days. For whatever reason (maybe he's smokin' crack and needed some quick cash to buy some more), he thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110634470659409948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110634470659409948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110634470659409948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110634470659409948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/eminems-ass-wuz-here.html' title='Eminem&apos;s ass wuz here!'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110606668557123208</id><published>2005-01-18T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T10:48:48.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy days.</title><summary type='text'>I must start with Bachelorette talk, DUH!Yes Sarah, I totally agree with you about Josh. WTF was up with the warrior talk?! Boyfriend doesn't usually watch this show with me (except for the very first episode when Collin was on it). He "works" in his home-office, which is attached to the bedroom where I watch it at a very high volume so that I don't miss anything. When Josh piped in with his "I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110606668557123208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110606668557123208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110606668557123208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110606668557123208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy days.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110546327165992481</id><published>2005-01-11T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T14:27:37.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled celebrity babble.</title><summary type='text'>  Today's entry is going to be about some of the entertaining, if not interesting (very unlikely), celebrity gossip I heard on the news this morning. Some of this stuff is just plain funny, especially the last one. Beware: This is a very lengthy entry because I have a lot of opinions about this stuff directly steaming from my sad reality TV addiction. ;)So of course, I watched the Bachelorette </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110546327165992481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110546327165992481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110546327165992481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110546327165992481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/spoiled-celebrity-babble.html' title='Spoiled celebrity babble.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110539063200752817</id><published>2005-01-10T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T15:22:05.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette countdown.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's that time again. The Bachelorette premieres tonight. I always get so excited about this one. Mostly because I'm part of seasonal betting pool and there's always money at stake. I was never a fan of Jennifer Schefft's when she hooked up with Andrew Firestone in The Bachelor. However, as usual, I have a friend who is one of the bachelors in this episode.   Meet Collin! Last year, he met</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110539063200752817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110539063200752817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110539063200752817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110539063200752817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/bachelorette-countdown.html' title='Bachelorette countdown.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110496634153555793</id><published>2005-01-05T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:11:45.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry of 2005.</title><summary type='text'>Well, New Year's Eve kicked major ass this year! I had a freakin blast. There are parts of it that I can't recall at the moment, but that's only proof that my first statement is correct. There will be pictures posted soon. We attempted to combine two groups of friends at the hotel party we attended. When that party started to fizzle we headed over to an after-party at the infamous Club Kyle's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110496634153555793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110496634153555793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110496634153555793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110496634153555793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-entry-of-2005.html' title='First entry of 2005.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110446024725320425</id><published>2004-12-30T10:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:06:32.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I resolve not to resolve.</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I can't believe a whole year has passed me by again. I can't recall what my New Year's resolution was last year so I can't tell you if I kept it or not. *Sigh* My memory is fading. My daddy told me this would happen. Bah!Well, Christmas was really nice, really nice. We spent Thursday with boyfriend's extended family (aunts, uncles, and cousins), there are about 30+ of them. The food was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110446024725320425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110446024725320425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110446024725320425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110446024725320425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-resolve-not-to-resolve_30.html' title='I resolve not to resolve.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110372820769733499</id><published>2004-12-22T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:39:23.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alluding to Avril: "Nobody's Home"</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,                      She felt it everyday.                     And I couldn't help her,  I just watched her make the same mistakes again.  What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems. Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs. She wants to go home, but nobody's home. It's where she lies, broken inside. With no place to go,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110372820769733499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110372820769733499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110372820769733499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110372820769733499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/12/alluding-to-avril-nobodys-home.html' title='Alluding to Avril: &quot;Nobody&apos;s Home&quot;'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110269723947038101</id><published>2004-12-10T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T11:01:59.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a good home ...</title><summary type='text'>Not me. Ha! My neighbor keeps finding dogs downtown and rescues them from being hit on the busy streets around our house. She found this dog and needs to find it a good home. Her desciption of the dog is this: "She is very sweet. The vet said she is in good health. I really want to keep her, but we can't. She and our dog Pilot play so well together and she is totally house broken. I am getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110269723947038101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110269723947038101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110269723947038101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110269723947038101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/12/looking-for-good-home.html' title='Looking for a good home ...'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110262943380747726</id><published>2004-12-09T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:42:26.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be Carlos Beltran.</title><summary type='text'>  Whoa! "According to a Houston television report, the Astros have offered Beltran a five-year deal worth $70 million to stay an Astro." ... The New York Post. That's a lot of freakin money. But I guess you have to pay the big bucks to keep the great players on the team. That comes to $14 million a year. How do you even begin to spend that kind of money? What a lucky guy.Now on to one of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110262943380747726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110262943380747726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110262943380747726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110262943380747726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-good-to-be-carlos-beltran.html' title='It&apos;s good to be Carlos Beltran.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110254077716185826</id><published>2004-12-08T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:22:51.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Site updates.</title><summary type='text'>I've made some updates to the menu to the right.I added Chaos to the list of online diaries that I read. I've been reading her entries for a couple of weeks. She makes me laugh, especially this entry. Get ready to laugh your butt off when you read it.I also added a list of my favorite songs and musicians. "At Last" will most likely stay on that list forever. The other songs, I will try to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110254077716185826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110254077716185826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110254077716185826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110254077716185826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/12/site-updates.html' title='Site updates.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110192078532010699</id><published>2004-12-01T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:29:52.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No thank you, I'm not interested.</title><summary type='text'>I was watching Rebel Billionaire last night. This dorky guy, Steve, was biding for another contestant, Jessica's, affections. While, I haven't really kept up with this one very well (I've only caught one other episode), from what I gather, Steve was into Jessica and was making his feelings for her very obvious. While Jessica was spending time with Steve, she didn't seem to be returning his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110192078532010699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110192078532010699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110192078532010699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110192078532010699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-thank-you-im-not-interested.html' title='No thank you, I&apos;m not interested.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110176964975863845</id><published>2004-11-29T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:07:29.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long, slow weeks ahead.</title><summary type='text'>Well, Thanksgiving is finally over. I hope everyone had a good one. My favorite thing about the holidays is all the yummy food. Yes, of course, I ate too much. We had a traditional Italian Thanksgiving dinner in Galveston. Then the next day we went to Louisiana for some Gumbo. Oh my God, you wouldn't believe how good this stuff is. Saturday, boyfriend's mom made us some left-over turkey pot-pie. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110176964975863845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110176964975863845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110176964975863845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110176964975863845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/11/long-slow-weeks-ahead.html' title='Long, slow weeks ahead.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110131835141549632</id><published>2004-11-24T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:51:20.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>Well, Turkey day is finally here. And since it's been storming here for the past 3 days, the weather cleared up just in time. Thank goodness, some much needed relaxation. Great news to start the holiday weekend off, several Christmas decorations sold this morning in Reagan's Closet. Check it out if you get a chance. That means I'll be listing more over the weekend. We've got a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110131835141549632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110131835141549632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110131835141549632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110131835141549632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110072418928444308</id><published>2004-11-17T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T14:43:09.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary chatter.</title><summary type='text'>What a yucky day. I don't have much to chat about. I've been working on Reagan's Closet for going on 4 days straight now and I've still got a lot to go. I've got all the Christmas decorations up now so if you know anyone who likes to shop, send them my way, PLEASE! Of course I'll be adding more things over the next week. Things like toys, art work, home decorations, and jewelry. So if you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110072418928444308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110072418928444308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110072418928444308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110072418928444308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreary-chatter.html' title='Dreary chatter.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110029254203601195</id><published>2004-11-12T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:21:54.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekends just don't last long enough.</title><summary type='text'>Well, the weekend is finally here. We've got a birthday party, a Thanksgiving dinner, and the Easy Rider Tour to go to. I wanted to go to the Texas Renaissance Festival on Sunday since it's the last day this year, but I'm thinking I'm going to have to work instead. I'm adding lots of new items to Reagan's Closet, so check it out if you have time.The funniest thing happened the other night and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/feeds/110029254203601195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753171&amp;postID=110029254203601195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110029254203601195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753171/posts/default/110029254203601195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetreagan.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekends-just-dont-last-long-enough.html' title='The weekends just don&apos;t last long enough.'/><author><name>My Life N Motion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1361/200/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753171.post-110001628226037207</id><published>2004-11-09T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:04:42.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week ahead ...</title><summary type='text'>OMG! I've got so much work to do this week. And the holidays are right around the corner to give me enough anxiety on top of it all.  I've got to take my CE class for my real estate license before it expires on the 11th. Thank God, I can just take it online at work between emails and it's pretty much open book, so it'll be easy to pass. 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