<?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-3508766</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:56:19.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Renee</title><subtitle type='html'>my life and the things in it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-77356824</id><published>2002-06-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T19:27:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the last couple of days seem to be a blur to me.  I have made a decision that is going to change the rest of my life forever.  The person who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with is now out of the picture.  This was my own decision.  I guess I realized that no matter how much you love someone, its not enough unless they love you in return.  I would have given up so much for a man who wouldn't do the same for me.  I guess I'm not worth the wait anymore.  I'm just thankful for a friend who knocked some sense into me.  U know who u are and our conversation really made me think.  I'm going to get over him.  I know I will.  Thank you for making me see that.  Thanks to everyone for helping me out this year and listening to me complain.  I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-77356824?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/77356824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/77356824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77356824' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-77212758</id><published>2002-05-31T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T23:41:13.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it has come to my attention from a certain someone (thanks billy) that I haven't updated by weblog in a while.  As of this second, I have the worst migraine ever and feel terrible.  For some reason I feel really depressed at the moment.  Oh well.  Anyways, hi to everyone who noticed I hadn't updated in awhile.  Its sweet that you noticed.  Thanks.  love you all and talk soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-77212758?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/77212758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/77212758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77212758' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76823828</id><published>2002-05-21T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T19:34:43.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought it was hard to learn the piano, but &lt;a href="http://www.gemueseorchester.org/ "&gt;the first viennese vegetable orchestra &lt;/a&gt;looks a little hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76823828?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76823828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76823828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76823828' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76649866</id><published>2002-05-17T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T00:06:31.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally realized that no matter what I do, no matter how drastic or dramatic, I'm never going to get what I really want.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76649866?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76649866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76649866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76649866' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76610128</id><published>2002-05-15T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T23:46:34.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my goodness!  Chris Tarant from &lt;a href="http://www.capitalfm.com/webClient?guid=35"&gt;Capital FM&lt;/a&gt; in London just read my email on the air!  I was on the radio in London.  I'm an international star!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76610128?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76610128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76610128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76610128' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76597062</id><published>2002-05-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T17:11:53.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad, but funny random thought of the day:  you know about 5 years ago I was just finishing &lt;a href="http://www.tracy.k12.ca.us/cms/"&gt;Jr. High&lt;/a&gt;.  God, I should have never admitted that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76597062?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76597062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76597062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76597062' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76580453</id><published>2002-05-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T09:36:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, well, I'm not one for horoscopes, but &lt;a href="http://horoscopes.netscape.com/horoscopes/today/?cp=hordailys&amp;s=pi"&gt;this one really got to me&lt;/a&gt;.....and of all things, I was listening to &lt;a href="http://music.msn.com/Artist/?artist=100451"&gt;Oasis &lt;/a&gt;"stop crying your heart out" when I was reading it.  Interesting.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76580453?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76580453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76580453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76580453' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76542948</id><published>2002-05-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T11:16:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to find out that there was an &lt;a href="http://www.bayarea.com/mld/mercurynews/3259217.htm"&gt;earthquake at home in the Bay Area&lt;/a&gt;.  It wasn't that bad, but it was still surprising since we haven't had a significant one since October 1989.  I'm just upset that I missed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76542948?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76542948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76542948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76542948' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76526992</id><published>2002-05-13T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T23:17:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just now realized that some people have rhythm and others don't......especially at the annual fund.  I beg all of you, PLEASE DO NOT COME TO THE FOUNDERS' DAY PARADE....it will not be a pretty sight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE: "He kissed me in daylight!" - I would love someone to kiss me in daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thing of the day:  Today I saw a man on campus wearing a &lt;a href="http://www.cpfc.co.uk/"&gt;Crystal Palace Football &lt;/a&gt;shirt (#23).  I was amazed!  I thought only people in England knew of &lt;a href="http://www.cpfc.co.uk/"&gt;Crystal Palace&lt;/a&gt;.  I guess I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76526992?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76526992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76526992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76526992' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76486217</id><published>2002-05-12T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T23:01:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Solutions are not the answer." &lt;br /&gt;- Richard Nixon, former U.S. President&lt;br /&gt;"I have opinions of my own --strong opinions-- but I don't always agree with them." &lt;br /&gt;- George Bush, former U.S. President&lt;br /&gt;"It is white." &lt;br /&gt;- George W. Bush, when asked what the White house was like by a student in East London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get concerned about our government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76486217?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76486217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76486217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76486217' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76485778</id><published>2002-05-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T22:51:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It is wonderful to be here in the great state of Chicago" &lt;br /&gt;- Dan Quayle, former U.S. Vice-President&lt;br /&gt;"I love California, I practically grew up in Phoenix." &lt;br /&gt;- Dan Quayle, former U.S. Vice President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Dan Quayle knows his geography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76485778?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76485778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76485778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76485778' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76485668</id><published>2002-05-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T22:41:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I get to go to lots of overseas places, like Canada." &lt;br /&gt;- Britney Spears, Pop Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she brillant ladies and gentleman........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76485668?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76485668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76485668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76485668' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76483013</id><published>2002-05-12T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T21:07:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/loree_hargreaves/"&gt;My wonderful family!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76483013?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76483013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76483013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76483013' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76481374</id><published>2002-05-12T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T21:00:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The human bladder only holds about 1 pint.  No wonder I feel like my bladder is always going to burst.  Sorry, I know...I know..too much information.    &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/find/Concise.asp?ti=01B8C000"&gt;My Bladder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76481374?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76481374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76481374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76481374' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508766.post-76479630</id><published>2002-05-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T19:28:22.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never thought about putting my life where other people could read it.  I guess I never wanted people to judge me.  People judge me everyday and I can't stop it.  I'm tired of caring about what people think.  I say to hell with what people think of me.  I'm going to do what I want when I want.  I'm tired of having to satisfy people.  I'm only going to satisfy myself.  Wow.  I feel like a new woman now.  Lets just see how long this lasts.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508766-76479630?l=holdthemayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76479630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508766/posts/default/76479630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdthemayo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76479630' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13673772646673177840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
