<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589</id><updated>2009-10-16T20:49:34.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-1033186858832514566</id><published>2008-08-28T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:43:50.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt; font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold'&gt;Time &amp;amp; Money &amp;#8211; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-style:italic'&gt;What is that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Aahhhhh&amp;#8230;.I finally get to write again&amp;#8230;.. I like to write because it&amp;#8217;s like I just get away from everything and just breathe. Unfortunately, I don&amp;#8217;t get to write as often as I&amp;#8217;d like. The only part I don&amp;#8217;t like is when my fingers and wrists start hurting like they are now. Ouch!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway&amp;#8230;back to writing. You know&amp;#8230;I&amp;#8217;ve been reading this book by Max Lucado called &amp;#8220;Cure for the Common Life &amp;#8211; Living in Your Sweet Spot&amp;#8221; and it&amp;#8217;s helping me to really see life in a different way. This book talks about finding your self and what your passion is, and then following that passion. But is doesn&amp;#8217;t teach you to do it for self gain&amp;#8230;.it shows you how to do it for the glory of the Almighty God. That&amp;#8217;s what I&amp;#8217;m talking about! I love this book and hate this book at the same time and I&amp;#8217;ll tell you why. I know what I love to do&amp;#8230;.skateboarding, music, public speaking, writing. Ok, that&amp;#8217;s easy, but I&amp;#8217;m finding it hard applying those things so that I can make a living off them. For example, I&amp;#8217;ve made money with skateboarding before. It takes hours and hours and hours of practice but I&amp;#8217;ve done it. I&amp;#8217;ve perfected every move and have had a pretty good track record of getting 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; place in competitions&amp;#8230;.but does that help me in my life spot today? NO! I still love to go out and skateboard because it&amp;#8217;s like writing&amp;#8230;.I can breathe&amp;#8230;.get away from the race and just worship God through my movements&amp;#8230;.but I don&amp;#8217;t see myself getting paid for it right now because 1) I&amp;#8217;m married so I just can&amp;#8217;t go throwing myself off buildings anymore (even though I still do sometimes&amp;#8230;.don&amp;#8217;t tell the wifey&amp;#8230;hehe just kidding). She knows me better than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Wingdings&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt; And 2) I have a job!! So, I can&amp;#8217;t just take off for 8 hours like I used to and perfect the 360 kick flip to tail slide to fakie&amp;#8230;.I don&amp;#8217;t have that time!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Ok, let&amp;#8217;s talk about music&amp;#8230;.I love music, and always have since I was about 5 years old. Why can&amp;#8217;t I do music? Well let&amp;#8217;s see&amp;#8230;.have you ever heard of a thing called writers block?!! That&amp;#8217;s me!!! I can freestyle all I want to but when it comes to putting actual lyrics on page&amp;#8230;.my mind goes completely blank. I&amp;#8217;ll put down the pen and pad and then freestyle a little bit&amp;#8230;.I&amp;#8217;ll get a motivating lyric in my head&amp;#8230;.RUN TO WRITE IT DOWN&amp;#8230;..AND&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;it leaves my brain right when I put the pen on that freakin peace of paper!! And it all falls under the same thing&amp;#8230;..time&amp;#8230;.and money. I would like to make my music a full-time career, but I need the thousands of dollars to record an album that is barely even store worthy! Much less have to give the hours of my precious time to market my own music!! Ahhh!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Now let&amp;#8217;s chew on the public speaking a little bit. I don&amp;#8217;t know what it is about me but I really like to talk. However, I don&amp;#8217;t like to talk about all kinds of nonsense things like sports, food&amp;#8230;you know&amp;#8230;normal guy stuff. I will if I&amp;#8217;m with a bunch of friends but I normally like to dig into a subject and just talk about it. I&amp;#8217;ll read about it and talk about it to myself if I have to! Seriously! Sometimes I find myself walking down the sidewalk for my lunch break talking about how it&amp;#8217;s going to be when Christ returns&amp;#8230;.out loud too!! Yeah&amp;#8230;.I&amp;#8217;m pretty weird like that. Thanks for loving me Jenelle!! Man&amp;#8230;I don&amp;#8217;t know what I&amp;#8217;d do without her. Anyway&amp;#8230;so yeah&amp;#8230;I love to talk, and if I can be put in front of a thousand people EVERY single day&amp;#8230;.and just talk to them&amp;#8230;..I totally would!! I would absolutely love to do that!! Can I right now&amp;#8230;no. I would need to research a job that has that involved, take the time to interview&amp;#8230;..OR&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;.try to market myself as a public speaker, which again takes time &amp;amp; money! And I just don&amp;#8217;t have either of those things right now to be able to do public speaking&amp;#8230;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Writing&amp;#8230;.I get to right pretty often. I&amp;#8217;ll write in my journal or post a blog once in a while, but I want to write a book&amp;#8230;..wait&amp;#8230;.a ton of books! But what does that take?.....Time&amp;#8230;.and money&amp;#8230;.that&amp;#8217;s right. Once again with this time and money thing!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;I guess what I should title this is &amp;#8220;Time &amp;amp; Money &amp;#8211; What is that?&amp;#8221;&amp;#8230;.yeah&amp;#8230;.that&amp;#8217;s going to be the title of today&amp;#8217;s blog. But do you see my frustrations?! Do you understand where I&amp;#8217;m coming from? I know that a lot of you out there probably do. Well, I&amp;#8217;m doing something about it&amp;#8230;.I know that my time and money is limited right now but I am finding the time to make money so I can have them both. My wife and I are trying to start our own internet company that I know is going to succeed. It&amp;#8217;s going to be awesome to be able to read this blog like two years from now and just laugh as I&amp;#8217;m sitting on the beach with my lovely wife&amp;#8230;as we search the web in the middle of the weekday. I can&amp;#8217;t do it alone though&amp;#8230;.I need God first, then I need a support group, and then I need to turn off my TV and get to work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Lord, help me to find time so I can pray to you and seek you. Help me with my finances to I can give back to you for what you have given to me. And Jesus, please help me to give it all to you so you can show me how to balance my life, and talents so that I may multiply them for your great, and perfect will. Thank you Jesus. In Your Precious Name I pray, Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Thank you all for your time today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Always,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-1033186858832514566?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/1033186858832514566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=1033186858832514566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/1033186858832514566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/1033186858832514566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-money-what-is-that-aahhhhh-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-8574734104656093590</id><published>2008-08-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:21:36.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year!!</title><content type='html'>I know this is kind of a late post but that's because my life has been super busy and exciting!! A couple of great things have happened in my life since I last posted. The first is my wife Jenelle and I just celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary on 07/07/08!! It was so awesome! I had just gotten a new job that I had been waiting for and they granted me a week off even though I had just started! Praise God! So yeah, we took that time to just enjoy each other on a wonderful road trip to New Mexico....that's right...New Mexico. Now, I grew up in NM so when my wife suggested this trip I thought, "I've tried for years to get out of there, why would I want to go vacation there!?" The fact is I really love NM....I love the beautiful sunsets, and the scorching hot weather (well....maybe not the hot weather)...and I love the people there. So, Jenelle and I packed our bags and headed out on Saturday, July 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was the Grand Canyon. It was magical going back there because the Grand Canyon is where I had proposed to Jenelle on January 5th, 2007!! We got to go to the exact spot where I got down and one knee in the snow and waited for about 10 minutes for Jenelle to say "yes"....Haha! (I'll always remember that...hehe...I love you Jenelle!) We got to look out into the Canyon and just enjoy the amazing views and just remenisce of our amazing first year together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a few motels and hotels on our way that were nice and cozy, and we arrived to Santa Fe on the day of our anniversary. We spent our anniversary at the Old Santa Fe Inn....and oh my goodness...this place was so romantic! Jenelle is the one who found it so I give her mad props for doing that for us. She's just amazing like that! But yeah....we had a stand alone suite. There was a little staircase that led up to our room, and inside the room there was a Kiva fireplace and beautiful Old Santa Fe Decor. It was absolutely amazing! Then dinner at Tomasita's!!....man, that was so yummy!! I think we enjoyed the Sangria the most though...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was just checking out some of the local tourist sites like Bandelier National Forest, The Spanish Museum in Santa Fe, etc....what kind of stunk though was we went to several museums that needed a drive out to them, and when we got there they were closed!!! Haha! But it was all good because we were driving a Toyota Prius Hybrid, which got an average of 60+ mpg. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great trip. If you've never been to NM you should definitely road trip out there...it's worth the time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well that's it for now, but I'll be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greg Romero II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-8574734104656093590?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/8574734104656093590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=8574734104656093590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/8574734104656093590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/8574734104656093590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-year.html' title='One Year!!'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-9091025336677795413</id><published>2008-04-29T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:28:28.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;JUST LISTEN&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I learned a valuable lesson last night. I noticed that I need to learn how to just shut up and listen. You see, whenever I see that someone in my family is hurting, and they're crying, I tend to get very defensive because I don't want that person to cry or be hurt. A perfect example is my wife. Whenever my wife is upset, hurt, crying, etc….I get upset. I have not idea why, but I do! Unfortunately, I just don't get upset that she's crying. I ask her what is wrong, and then when she tells me I start mouthing off like I'm Doctor Phil or something. By doing this I just make the situation worse!! I realized that I am not doing my part in listening without saying a word and just being there for my wife instead of telling her, "Well, you need to do this! And, you need to do that!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I am very blessed because despite of myself and the actions that I have portrayed, Jenelle has forgiven me. She has overlooked so many flaws that I have, and she even trusted and listened to me when she didn't really no that much about me. Actually, Jenelle didn't really know about my past until we were engaged!! Can you believe that! How foolish and selfish I was then!!! And here I am not being there for her when she needs me the most. I feel ashamed. But, I also feel so grateful to God for giving me such a woman as Jenelle, who willingly chooses to stay by my side and give me chance after chance. My wife is the true definition of what God's love represents. She holds no grudges, always forgets past happenings, and just loves me for who I am, and Jenelle, I love you so much for loving me too.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Jesus, I pray right now that You would help me. Help me to just listen to my wife when she is struggling. Help me to keep my mouth shut and to seek Your council before I say anything to my precious wife. I thank You for the strength that You have given Jenelle and me to get through difficult times. I give our marriage 100% to you Lord, Jesus. Be blessed by our faithfulness and bless us Lord as we strive forward together to praise You in every aspect of our lives. And lastly, Lord thank You for always listening to me. In Your Precious Name, Jesus, I pray, Amen.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;I LOVE YOU JENELLE &amp;lt;3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;hr size=1&gt;Be a better friend, newshound, and  know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=51733/*http://mobile.yahoo.com/;_ylt=Ahu06i62sR8HDtDypao8Wcj9tAcJ "&gt; Try it now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-9091025336677795413?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/9091025336677795413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=9091025336677795413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/9091025336677795413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/9091025336677795413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-listen-i-learned-valuable-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-3850135303625723479</id><published>2008-03-13T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:52:46.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXjqHjF-ysA/R9mNwLOyuhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W0mw1OYInc8/s1600-h/0313081217-736087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXjqHjF-ysA/R9mNwLOyuhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W0mw1OYInc8/s320/0313081217-736087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177325105427167762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;While i was waking on my lunch break this morning i came across these beautiful flowers that reminded me of my wife Jenelle. So beautiful, in full bloom with joy and love for me and for life. Its crazy to think that never in my life have i been so in love with one person. I praise God for all the gorgeous flowers because they are a constant reminder of the woman of my dreams. I love you Jenelle...because you are more beautiful than all of the most precious flowers on this earth.   -Greg Romero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-3850135303625723479?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/3850135303625723479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=3850135303625723479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/3850135303625723479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/3850135303625723479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2008/03/while-i-was-waking-on-my-lunch-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXjqHjF-ysA/R9mNwLOyuhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W0mw1OYInc8/s72-c/0313081217-736087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-4503474535546494218</id><published>2008-03-07T10:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:41:05.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;A GREAT DAY!!!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'm very excited today!! Why? I'll tell you. First, God has given us a great and clear sky so I praise Him greatly for that. Second, I love my wife Jenelle because she just makes my mornings, afternoons, evenings, and nights the greatest parts of my day! Third, I got pulled over this morning by the Highway Patrol!!!! Woohoo!! Alright….you're probably thinking I've lost my mind but the reason why I'm excited about that is because I didn't get a ticket! The police officer informed me that my registration was expired two months. I had seriously just realized this a few days ago and was wondering why I didn't get a letter from the DMV, and I was planning to take care of it ASAP. Don't you hate when stuff like that happens! Haha! Anyway, the officer took my license, registration, insurance…you know…all that mumbo jumbo. Thank God I haven't had a ticket in over five  years so my record is clean, and Jenelle and I just washed my car last week so it was nice and shiny. Basically, what I'm getting at is it at least looked like I have my ducks in a row. So, the officer gave me a "fix-it ticket" and nicely told me to just go to the court before May 25&lt;SUP&gt;th &lt;/SUP&gt;and show proof of my 2008 registration and everything would be fine. See!! Isn't that awesome! I praise God for helping me to keep a good attitude, and for my wife keeping herself calm and helping me find my registration in my glove compartment that's extremely over-packed with my paperwork. And the final reason why I'm so excited to day is because even though I got pulled over I was still right on time to work. Yep, 8:00 on the dot!! Traffic was great this morning, which I'm glad because lately on Friday's traffic has been a nightmare like the rest of the week is.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So that's my day so far. Today is a great day, and it's just the beginning!!! HA!! Lord, thank You for good days like today. Thank You for giving me a new heart. A heart that longs to serve and seek You, and show your love towards others. Thank you for my wife Jenelle. I pray that You would bless her in a way that she has never experienced, Lord. Jesus, help Jenelle with her work today, and I pray that you would open doors for me to be able to grow in my career so that Jenelle can stay home and fulfill her dreams. I thank You for Officer Gutierrez, Jesus. I pray that You would give him a great day as well, and keep in safe on the dangerous highways, Lord. And I pray for the youth of U-Turn, Lord. I pray that You would move in their lives today, and give Pastor Tim strength, Jesus, as he leads the youth closer to You, Lord. In Your Precious Name Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;hr size=1&gt;Looking for last minute shopping deals? &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=51734/*http://tools.search.yahoo.com/newsearch/category.php?category=shopping"&gt;  Find them fast with Yahoo! Search.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-4503474535546494218?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/4503474535546494218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=4503474535546494218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/4503474535546494218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/4503474535546494218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-day-im-very-excited-today-why-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-3512631908249977816</id><published>2008-02-29T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:10:28.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXjqHjF-ysA/R8g8V48pUCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tSMZWFav19k/s1600-h/0229080902-783005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXjqHjF-ysA/R8g8V48pUCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tSMZWFav19k/s320/0229080902-783005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172450518796685346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wow...and people wonder why the years in their lives go up in smoke...Lord, please help us so remember that You are our oxygen source, and not smoke. Forgive your people Lord for we know not what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-3512631908249977816?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/3512631908249977816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=3512631908249977816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/3512631908249977816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/3512631908249977816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXjqHjF-ysA/R8g8V48pUCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tSMZWFav19k/s72-c/0229080902-783005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-7529585703971554069</id><published>2008-02-27T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:15:40.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;My Wife Inspires Me&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id=_x0000_t75 stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path o:connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" o:extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I can't figure out how to post a comment on my wife's blog page so I'm going to do it through my blog page. Jenelle, do you remember when I told you that I fall in love with you more and more each day? Well…..that is still very, very true. I love everything about you, and I love that every single day I have the greatest privilege of learning new things about who you are. I just finished reading several of your blogs that you have posted recently and I am SO moved by your words. God has blessed you with such amazing insight on life. Whenever you speak or write it just seems like the anointing of God's wisdom is there. "I AM"…..I like that poem because it helped me to see that I have no excuses for my hurts, pains, frustrations because whenever I am anything…."I AM" is everything I need. Thank you for making my life complete Jenelle. It's because of you that I am  striving to be the best man of God that I can be. I want to lead our family strongly into the arms of God and I'm so blessed that I have you walking by my side through our life's journey.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;And I'm praying for your wrists my love. I know exactly what you're going through and it's scary, but I am here for you always. You're doing such a great job at your work babe and I know that the up and ups recognize that, and if they don't….well, they're going to really miss what they had when it's your time to leave.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I wish I could be with you right now my love. I would hold you so tight and massage your wrists…..someday soon Jenelle. God is working a great thing in our lives…..we just have to get through the valley to receive the New Life.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART JENELLE!!! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;hr size=1&gt;Be a better friend, newshound, and  know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=51733/*http://mobile.yahoo.com/;_ylt=Ahu06i62sR8HDtDypao8Wcj9tAcJ "&gt; Try it now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-7529585703971554069?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/7529585703971554069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=7529585703971554069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/7529585703971554069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/7529585703971554069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-wife-inspires-me-i-cant-figure-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-9019060483885595650</id><published>2008-02-24T19:01:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:01:59.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Today was a weird&amp;nbsp;day for&amp;nbsp;me. Have you&amp;nbsp;ever has those days where you just feel kind of off.....somewhere out&amp;nbsp;in thoughtland your mind roams and you just feel like your floating&amp;nbsp;in a huge vacuum of nothing? Yeah, that's a little example of how I felt today...and still do. I don't&amp;nbsp;understand why but I'm just in really deep thought about my life today. I&amp;nbsp;think we all get like this once in a while but I kind of don't like it sometimes. I've been thinking about my life lately and how I've been living it.&amp;nbsp;For several months now my wife Jenelle and I have been blessed&amp;nbsp;by our&amp;nbsp;new&amp;nbsp;church "New&amp;nbsp;Life."&amp;nbsp;Every Sunday we go in to a new theme&amp;nbsp;that is linked to a message or series and it just draws our&amp;nbsp;attention&amp;nbsp;SO MUCH!! I love it! And recently, I&amp;nbsp;was asked by the youth&amp;nbsp;pastor Tim to come and check out the youth. I had mentioned to&amp;nbsp;Heidi (one of&amp;nbsp;our good friends  at&amp;nbsp;New Life) that I love youth and&amp;nbsp;that I used to be a professional skateboarder and just love&amp;nbsp;to hang out with kids. Well, that word got to Tim and he approached me and asked me to&amp;nbsp;come.&amp;nbsp;That's my little short story on&amp;nbsp;how that came about. But the&amp;nbsp;crazy thing is I was already praying about if I should&amp;nbsp;go the youth group anyway to see what it was&amp;nbsp;about. I loved the cool signs they have up like "Ourspace" instead&amp;nbsp;of myspace, and&amp;nbsp;it just looked like a cool venue.&amp;nbsp;Long story short, I went once and now I am&amp;nbsp;in the process of becoming a staff member for the youth group. I've always wanted to work in youth because my dad did and I&amp;nbsp;have a passion&amp;nbsp;for that. I&amp;nbsp;also have a past&amp;nbsp;in gangs so I have quite a bit that I can relate with these kids, but you know.....it's harder than I thought. Don't get me wrong....I'm not going to back down and not be involved but you just tend to  forget sometimes&amp;nbsp;that you're dealing with real people. So&amp;nbsp;I myself need to be real.&amp;nbsp;Now this is something that I've been struggling with my entire life....and I mean my ENTIRE&amp;nbsp;LIFE.......&amp;nbsp;When&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was a young boy there were many&amp;nbsp;bad things that happened to&amp;nbsp;me that really&amp;nbsp;caused me to build this wall of who I really&amp;nbsp;was....even with God. I knew there&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;God, and I knew my parents would do anything for Him....even die, but I just didn't trust anybody....not even myself. I felt&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;bad about who I was&amp;nbsp;and about what had happened to me. I&amp;nbsp;thought that&amp;nbsp;if I told people the truth they would exile me to the farthest, most loneliest place on earth and just not love me. So, I started to lie to people....I mean blatently lie about every aspect of my life. I&amp;nbsp;lived two lives in two different towns&amp;nbsp;basically.&amp;nbsp;When&amp;nbsp;I was at home I would&amp;nbsp;be the good  pastor's son who would do anything for my mom and dad. I would&amp;nbsp;go to church and dress&amp;nbsp;up all nice and smile to all of the old ladies....I would&amp;nbsp;even let&amp;nbsp;them squeeze my cheeks (on my face). However, when&amp;nbsp;I was in the other town....I was a dark, sinister person who&amp;nbsp;wanted people&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;hurt like&amp;nbsp;I did. I would get into fight after fight. I would think of&amp;nbsp;bad things to do to people for them to fear me or feel at least some&amp;nbsp;of the pain I was feeling. When&amp;nbsp;I got older the lies got better and better. So good that&amp;nbsp;I started to believe them. I&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;tell people that I was rich, fameous from skateboarding, rap, you&amp;nbsp;name it. I wanted to be recognized! I wanted&amp;nbsp;the attention. And when that&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;work&amp;nbsp;I would hurt myself....even to the point of me being hospitalized because I just didn't feel like anyone care. But this all changed a few years ago....I&amp;nbsp;was on a  downward spiral&amp;nbsp;after some major events took place in my life and&amp;nbsp;I just needed to change, or die. I moved to&amp;nbsp;San Diego in 2005 (Sept. 17 to be exact). At this time I started meeting Christian people who were&amp;nbsp;real....people&amp;nbsp;that had&amp;nbsp;never known me and&amp;nbsp;loved me for just who&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am. I met my wife and she helped me not to exaggerate. Now I feel the most&amp;nbsp;real I&amp;nbsp;have ever felt....the pastors and people at&amp;nbsp;New Life Church are also to thank for that. Whew.....my hands are really tired so I'm going to stop now. More to come&amp;nbsp;later....&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;hr size=1&gt;Looking for last minute shopping deals? &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=51734/*http://tools.search.yahoo.com/newsearch/category.php?category=shopping"&gt;  Find them fast with Yahoo! 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Have you&amp;nbsp;ever has those days where you just feel kind of off.....somewhere out&amp;nbsp;in thoughtland your mind roams and you just feel like your floating&amp;nbsp;in a huge vacuum of nothing? Yeah, that's a little example of how I felt today...and still do. I don't&amp;nbsp;understand why but I'm just in really deep thought about my life today. I&amp;nbsp;think we all get like this once in a while but I kind of don't like it sometimes. I've been thinking about my life lately and how I've been living it.&amp;nbsp;For several months now my wife Jenelle and I have been blessed&amp;nbsp;by our&amp;nbsp;new&amp;nbsp;church "New&amp;nbsp;Life."&amp;nbsp;Every Sunday we go in to a new theme&amp;nbsp;that is linked to a message or series and it just draws our&amp;nbsp;attention&amp;nbsp;SO MUCH!! I love it! And recently, I&amp;nbsp;was asked by the youth&amp;nbsp;pastor Tim to come and check out the youth. I had mentioned to&amp;nbsp;Heidi (one of&amp;nbsp;our good friends  at&amp;nbsp;New Life) that I love youth and&amp;nbsp;that I used to be a professional skateboarder and just love&amp;nbsp;to hang out with kids. Well, that word got to Tim and he approached me and asked me to&amp;nbsp;come.&amp;nbsp;That's my little short story on&amp;nbsp;how that came about. But the&amp;nbsp;crazy thing is I was already praying about if I should&amp;nbsp;go the youth group anyway to see what it was&amp;nbsp;about. I loved the cool signs they have up like "Ourspace" instead&amp;nbsp;of myspace, and&amp;nbsp;it just looked like a cool venue.&amp;nbsp;Long story short, I went once and now I am&amp;nbsp;in the process of becoming a staff member for the youth group. I've always wanted to work in youth because my dad did and I&amp;nbsp;have a passion&amp;nbsp;for that. I&amp;nbsp;also have a past&amp;nbsp;in gangs so I have quite a bit that I can relate with these kids, but you know.....it's harder than I thought. Don't get me wrong....I'm not going to back down and not be involved but you just tend to  forget sometimes&amp;nbsp;that you're dealing with real people. So&amp;nbsp;I myself need to be real.&amp;nbsp;Now this is something that I've been struggling with my entire life....and I mean my ENTIRE&amp;nbsp;LIFE.......&amp;nbsp;When&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was a young boy there were many&amp;nbsp;bad things that happened to&amp;nbsp;me that really&amp;nbsp;caused me to build this wall of who I really&amp;nbsp;was....even with God. I knew there&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;God, and I knew my parents would do anything for Him....even die, but I just didn't trust anybody....not even myself. I felt&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;bad about who I was&amp;nbsp;and about what had happened to me. I&amp;nbsp;thought that&amp;nbsp;if I told people the truth they would exile me to the farthest, most loneliest place on earth and just not love me. So, I started to lie to people....I mean blatently lie about every aspect of my life. I&amp;nbsp;lived two lives in two different towns&amp;nbsp;basically.&amp;nbsp;When&amp;nbsp;I was at home I would&amp;nbsp;be the good  pastor's son who would do anything for my mom and dad. I would&amp;nbsp;go to church and dress&amp;nbsp;up all nice and smile to all of the old ladies....I would&amp;nbsp;even let&amp;nbsp;them squeeze my cheeks (on my face). However, when&amp;nbsp;I was in the other town....I was a dark, sinister person who&amp;nbsp;wanted people&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;hurt like&amp;nbsp;I did. I would get into fight after fight. I would think of&amp;nbsp;bad things to do to people for them to fear me or feel at least some&amp;nbsp;of the pain I was feeling. When&amp;nbsp;I got older the lies got better and better. So good that&amp;nbsp;I started to believe them. I&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;tell people that I was rich, fameous from skateboarding, rap, you&amp;nbsp;name it. I wanted to be recognized! I wanted&amp;nbsp;the attention. And when that&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;work&amp;nbsp;I would hurt myself....even to the point of me being hospitalized because I just didn't feel like anyone care. But this all changed a few years ago....I&amp;nbsp;was on a  downward spiral&amp;nbsp;after some major events took place in my life and&amp;nbsp;I just needed to change, or die. I moved to&amp;nbsp;San Diego in 2005 (Sept. 17 to be exact). At this time I started meeting Christian people who were&amp;nbsp;real....people&amp;nbsp;that had&amp;nbsp;never known me and&amp;nbsp;loved me for just who&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am. I met my wife and she helped me not to exaggerate. Now I feel the most&amp;nbsp;real I&amp;nbsp;have ever felt....the pastors and people at&amp;nbsp;New Life Church are also to thank for that. Whew.....my hands are really tired so I'm going to stop now. More to come&amp;nbsp;later....&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;hr size=1&gt;Be a better friend, newshound, and  know-it-all with Yahoo! 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I want to serve others in Christ. I want to be a minister of the Gospel through the talents He has given me to help further God's Kingdom. Actually, when I think about it…it's a heart thing. Never in my life have I felt more ready to just give up my life to God than now. I'm going "ALL IN!!" You see I've been around the influence of Christianity my entire life. My father was (and still is) a pastor and my mother was leader of a powerful music ministry, but for some reason life for me was different. For some reason I ALWAYS….and I mean ALWAYS had to learn things the hard way. I was trying to do everything "my" way and not "God's" way. I wanted to shuffle my own deck of cards and deal out my own hand, then win. I don't understand why I was like that even as a little child. And yet…God  has stuck by me through it all. I have been molested, hooked on drugs, beaten up by my closest friends and loved ones, almost killed in multiple serious accidents, and the list goes on! I can't tell you how many times I have gone to the alter call and poured out my self….then I would go right back to the worldly things I was living….a double standard. I have been attending a series at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName w:st="on"&gt;New&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceName w:st="on"&gt;Life&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType w:st="on"&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; called "ALL IN" and this series has really helped me to open my eyes about who God is and what He wants from just me. I have learned that when I go to church it's not all about me, but it's about God!! About God!! Isn't that so simple!!? I cannot believe that I have aloud myself to be deceived all these years  about church. I'll tell you something that's very true. If you don't believe me then ask my wife Jenelle. I have NEVER been so excited to go to church. New Life (like I've mentioned before) has done just what its title entails….given me a "new life." Every time I go to church I hear something that gets me inside….something I dwell on the entire week, and it makes me want to do something about how I feel. I guess you can say that I feel so eager to serve and to spread the good news. Anyway, that's what I'm thinking about right now….Lord, thank You for always being all in for me. Thank you for the life that you have blessed me with. For my wife and my family, and &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName w:st="on"&gt;New&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceName w:st="on"&gt;Life&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType w:st="on"&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I pray Lord that you would help me to be all in for your Lord and thank you for your forgiveness of  ALL of my sins. I praise you my King. Make me a warrior of your Kingdom, and please heal my back Lord. I love you Jesus! In Jesus Name I pray, Amen.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;hr size=1&gt;Looking for last minute shopping deals? &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=51734/*http://tools.search.yahoo.com/newsearch/category.php?category=shopping"&gt;  Find them fast with Yahoo! 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I honestly have to say that Jenelle and I got to do exactly what we've wanted to do on a weekend since we got married….stay home and just enjoy each other's company. Friday night we went to rent a video and get some pizza and had a great movie date. We watched Mr. Brooks on our new laptop. It's a pretty interesting movie….a little twisted but a good thriller for sure. Saturday we had some yummy cinnamon rolls after sleeping in late. FINALLY!! Haha! We always want to sleep in late on the weekend but for some strange reason we always wake up at around 6:30 AM, and when we need to wake up during the week at that time we can't. It's weird…..anyway, on this day we just hung out with our kitty Tucker did a bunch of laundry. Finally, on Sunday we went to church. This church is awesome!! It's called New Life Church and it's literally two  minutes from our house. So praise God for that. This week we started a new series called "live different." It's very powerful so far and I can't wait to see what's to come next week. I'm really glad we found this church. Oh, and another thing that's cool about New Life is that before service, right as you walk in the front doors, you are greeted with smiling faces, ready to serve. They offer you some coffee or juice and a continental breakfast that is just what you need to hold you through the sermon. Actually, now that I think of it the food really keeps me awake and aware. Big props to New Life! After church we went back home and just hung out some more. I went skateboarding while Jenelle took a nap and when I came back we both ate some Wendy's that I brought home and watched this cool movie that I can't remember the name of at this moment. One thing that really excites me too about this weekend is that Jenelle and I researched and  studied up on how we can build a success business. We plan on building a successful organization through Quixtar and it's exciting having my true partner to help me every step of the way. Well, I just got another big project to work on…220+ page report!! Ahh!! LOL….just kidding….I like what I do.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Dear Lord, thank You for the great weekend You gave me to spend with my wife and our kitty. I thank You for everything in my life and thank You for Your Word Lord. I pray that You would touch my wife right now as she's working hard at her job. I pray that You would continue to light the raging fire of love in each of our hearts. I praise you Jesus….in Your Precious Name I pray, Amen.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;hr size=1&gt;Never miss a thing.  &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=51438/*http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs"&gt; Make Yahoo your homepage.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-9014667892239208186?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/9014667892239208186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=9014667892239208186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/9014667892239208186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/9014667892239208186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-weekend-i-had-great-time-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-5335198032336630425</id><published>2007-10-18T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:09:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;JENELLE&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;oy she brings with me always&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR:  fuchsia"&gt;E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;very moment I cherish with her&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;N&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;ice to everyone she talks to including me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;xcited about life and love&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;L&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;ives each moment to the fullest&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;L&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;oves me for who I am&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;ach kiss is my sweet bliss..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Jenelle, you are such an amazing person. Thank you for writing a blog just for me.you have no idea how much that means to me. I know that you love me and I know that you truly care for me and my feelings. I want you to know that I care about you so much!! I love you with everything I have and I praise God for joining us together as one. Like my Uncle  Raymond said, "Now, you're both looking at each other, but you will learn to look together in the same direction." Jenelle, I cannot wait to look in the same direction with you. To lead our family to success together.as one being.truly worshipping God and giving Him the glory through what we do together. I apologize for all of the times that I have been insensitive to your feelings. I want you to know that I am actively working to improve myself in that area and thank you for being honest with me in everything. I am so glad that we can communicate.that we can cry together, laugh together, and work out our differences together. I have really found the woman of my dreams and I am forever grateful. When you read this Jenelle I hope it makes you smile and feel the goose bumps you give me all of the time. I can't wait to hold you again my sweet love..to caress your beautiful face and hair. May God richly bless your day today Jenelle. I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Love,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Your Hubby Goyo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#32;__________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;Do You Yahoo!?&lt;br&gt;Tired of spam?  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Mail has the best spam protection around &lt;br&gt;http://mail.yahoo.com &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-5335198032336630425?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/5335198032336630425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=5335198032336630425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/5335198032336630425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/5335198032336630425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2007/10/jenelle-j-oy-she-brings-with-me-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-6832399344320103637</id><published>2007-10-11T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:54:19.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUCKER!!!</title><content type='html'>His eyes glare with a fierce blue as he looks into your very soul...contemplating your next breath…your next move. He licks his chops...hungry he roars!!...his teeth sharp enough to tear through human flesh. Who is this monstrous beast?!! This ferocious lion!!! This beast...is actually a feline! Haha! It's mine and my wife's new kitten! I'm pretty sure that we've decided to name him Tucker but we've tossed a few other names in the air as well so I'm not exactly sure on that. My wonderful wife Jenelle searched on Craigslist for a kitty and she found this little fella along with other cute kittens in Oceanside, CA. The name "Tucker" actually derives from the English word for "Tuxedo" or "Tux," and translated in Joje language it means "Tucker." Ok, ok...I'll stop being crazy...but we really love our cat. We love him so much that we were even willing to bare hours of traffic to go get him and bring him home!! Yeah dude…it took like two or more hours to get from Oceanside to El Cajon!! It's all good though. So there you have it...little Tucker is what he is, and all of his black body with little white "boots" on his feet and chest is so adorable. Who would've known that a little bundle of love could be bought for $30. It's a great thing! Lord, thank You for Tucker. Keep him safe Jesus, and please don't let him tear our house apart. Haha! In Jesus precious name I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;We love Tucker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Greg Romero II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-6832399344320103637?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/6832399344320103637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=6832399344320103637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/6832399344320103637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/6832399344320103637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2007/10/tucker-his-eyes-glare-with-fierce-blue.html' title='TUCKER!!!'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-6177270720717741804</id><published>2007-10-10T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:54:57.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUNCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today has been an interesting day. This morning when I woke up I didn’t feel very well….you know….the “not very well” feeling you get when you’re feeling down and depressed. I don’t know where this feeling came from but I’m thinking it was from a disturbing dream I had last night. Either way, I was not in good spirits today. Well, that all changed when I got a text message from my wife Jenelle saying that she was bringing me lunch….I can almost cry right now because just for that simple deed. That simple act of love that she gave me changed my whole outlook of today. Jenelle brought me a burger, fries, and a coke! Call it comfort food if you’d like but today I’m going to call it love food. Haha! Now I feel on top of the world again!! I feel so loved and needed, and most of all I feel like God has not forgotten about me. You see….the reason why I say today has been interesting is because I know that Satan was trying to defeat me. He tried to give me a bad dream that would disturb me and would take my focus off what’s really important….God. And, with the act of love and kindness that the amazing woman of God that I’m married to did today the devil has been defeated once again. So, there you have it. Who would have thought that a lunch could change a mood…..it not only did that for me….that lunch made me fall more in love with my wife. I love you Lord. Thank you for the blessings you have given to me and for always choosing to bless me even when I don’t deserve it. Thank you for my family, my health, and for my beautiful wife Jenelle. Bless her Lord. In Your precious name I pray Jesus, Amen. I love you Jenelle!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;p.s. Just another cool thing to add to this great day…..we’re getting a kitty today. Yay!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-6177270720717741804?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/6177270720717741804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=6177270720717741804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/6177270720717741804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/6177270720717741804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2007/10/lunch.html' title='LUNCH'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-6528558127962273387</id><published>2007-10-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:33:26.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today…</title><content type='html'>Ahhh….I love my wife….what a wonderful day today is. The sun is shining and the breeze is so nice and refreshing. Man…I wish I could be outside all day. That would be awesome! I remember when I was a kid skating from sun up till sun down….that was such an amazing time in my life. If I could go back in time I would do it all over again. I know that now that I’m older I am definitely feeling the consequences of all the falls I took but you know…..it was worth it. Sometimes, when I’m in pain (which is pretty much all of the time) I think to myself, “Greg, why did you do it? What made you like skateboarding, and hockey, and all these physical activities that one day would leave you needing a chiropractor like 24/7?” Haha…..I don’t know….I know that God allowed it to happen for His purpose though cause now when I put in my hour a week or so I get to be an example to the kids. I get to see them go, “WOW!!” when I strain to pull that sweet flip trick to grind from back in my glory days…Haha! I love to see those kids faces light up……that really makes me feel joy inside. I pray that if it’s God’s will that He would open a door for me to minister to children. I don’t know if I ever want to travel the world doing that…..wait…what am I thinking! Of course I would love to travel the world!! As long as my wife is right there with me though I will be just fine. I would also like to be a minister through hip hop talent God has given me and Sam. Sam is my younger bro, who has gone through more things than most people dream about or see on TV. We’ve been doing music for a long time and it would be great to join up with him again and this time truly represent for the Lord. Does God want me to do this? I find myself so confused sometimes because I have all these things I want to do but I don’t know which one to concentrate on!! It’s frustrating! I think….well I pretty much feel that my body is telling me, “NO MORE SKATING!” but I love the sport. I never want to stop doing that. But I need to think differently now. I have a family…a beautiful wife that needs me just as much as I need her and I need to make sure I’m here to take good care of her. I just need to pray that God would show me my true purpose….and I need to read His Word too. Lord, show me Your purpose in life. I don’t even know if skateboarding or hip-hop is what You want me to do but use me Lord. And help me to not be afraid of what’s to come in my life. I get scared sometimes that I won’t live long or something bad is going to happen but I know that You are in absolute control of my life. Thank you Jesus for all that I have. I thank You for this wonderful day. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gregory L. Romero II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106575548094185589-6528558127962273387?l=greg2romero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/feeds/6528558127962273387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106575548094185589&amp;postID=6528558127962273387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/6528558127962273387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106575548094185589/posts/default/6528558127962273387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greg2romero.blogspot.com/2007/10/today.html' title='Today…'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13841701480645922393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05018649109439814624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106575548094185589.post-2798937996549757959</id><published>2007-09-27T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:37:42.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>It’s so interesting how emotions play such a big role in every part of our daily lives. At one point of the day I’m feeling alive, well, and full of confidence! Other times of my day I’m feeling sad, sometimes infuriated with what’s happened to me in the past, and what’s happening with my family and in our world today. Emotions are so complicated...so complicated that some people cannot bear them on their own shoulders. I am very fortunate that God has made me with a hard shell. I can handle physical attacks, mental attacks, and spiritual attacks. Yet, it seems like my heart is made of the softest substance. I feel for people because I can read there emotions. When my wife drops me off at work every morning most of the time (when I’m not focusing on my excellent cup of coffee) I’m walking and just observing the people all around me. I see those who have worked their way up to be an executive, and those who are humble, meek, whose life is just fine with pushing a mail card from building to building. Regardless, I believe that God has given me a gift to see the souls of these people. Many are sad and are living there lives without a purpose. The scary thing is...the majority of those with lamenting souls are the executives. This blows my mind because here I am dreaming of what it would be like to be in that realm, but now...now I question my destiny in life. Since I was young I have longed to be a “successful business executive,” but now I’m not sure if I want that type of lifestyle. Will I get to spend the time with my family as I always want to? Will I be happy with the amount of money I would be making? Sure...I can if I plan right and focus on the important things in life...but you know what I really want? I really want to be on my knees for hours at a time lifting prayers to our God. I want to be behind a pulpit or on the streets shouting the Gospel of Jesus Christ!!! That’s what I really want to do...but why have I not done it already? I guess an answer with no excuses would be that I’m not sure how my bills would be paid, or how my wife would be taken care of. I need to trust in God more...this is what my dad has always told me and it’s true. You see….this all goes back to the topic at hand...emotions...oh they play such a big role in our everyday life and in every moment. Lord, please help me balance my emotions. I know that you created these emotions so that we can be real...so that we can empathize with one another and build each other up so that we may increase your Kingdom. Lord, be with me in every moment and remind me to always pray “without ceasing” just like you say in your Word, and that I may always have the armor of God protecting me from evil. Thank you Jesus for my wife and for the rest of my family. I pray that you would always protect them and minister unto them. Always remind them that You are in control...even when we are full of crazy emotions. I praise you with all that I am Lord. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Greg L. 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