<?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-7717305151985433194</id><updated>2011-10-06T12:34:20.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Rogers Neighborhood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-1013327223717407686</id><published>2011-03-14T23:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:37:59.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2wDhqIb0Is/TX8JR4ynW6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/J91dx01gwg8/s1600/562-779590.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2wDhqIb0Is/TX8JR4ynW6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/J91dx01gwg8/s320/562-779590.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584192265869810594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-1013327223717407686?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1013327223717407686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=1013327223717407686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1013327223717407686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1013327223717407686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-message-has-been-sent-using_14.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2wDhqIb0Is/TX8JR4ynW6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/J91dx01gwg8/s72-c/562-779590.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-4514994414658666540</id><published>2011-03-14T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:37:09.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqO7I6mxEm8/TX8JFrSuLOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3cl3aDC8yV8/s1600/556-729863.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqO7I6mxEm8/TX8JFrSuLOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3cl3aDC8yV8/s320/556-729863.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584192056087948514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Isnt she all grown up? &lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-4514994414658666540?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4514994414658666540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=4514994414658666540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4514994414658666540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4514994414658666540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/03/isnt-she-all-grown-up-this-message-has.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqO7I6mxEm8/TX8JFrSuLOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3cl3aDC8yV8/s72-c/556-729863.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-9202908423470954630</id><published>2011-03-14T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:36:20.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD0boDaGYAE/TX8I5QvJm5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/poKxE7sZjBY/s1600/550-780579.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD0boDaGYAE/TX8I5QvJm5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/poKxE7sZjBY/s320/550-780579.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584191842800999314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Avery helped tie her skirt. Here in Ut we have to plan our costumes for. Cold. And, yes, we got some snow. &lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-9202908423470954630?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/9202908423470954630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=9202908423470954630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/9202908423470954630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/9202908423470954630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/03/avery-helped-tie-her-skirt.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD0boDaGYAE/TX8I5QvJm5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/poKxE7sZjBY/s72-c/550-780579.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5572248591766178877</id><published>2011-03-14T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:34:50.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJgzvsELGDA/TX8IiutXbRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZjQIbLw8jwM/s1600/544-790265.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJgzvsELGDA/TX8IiutXbRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZjQIbLw8jwM/s320/544-790265.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584191455709588754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As promised. A much belated picture. This is the badge I cross stitched for Kenna&amp;#39;s costume. It was so worth the time just for how much she loves it. &lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5572248591766178877?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5572248591766178877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5572248591766178877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5572248591766178877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5572248591766178877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJgzvsELGDA/TX8IiutXbRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZjQIbLw8jwM/s72-c/544-790265.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-8435502958480519907</id><published>2011-03-14T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:32:22.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVPTAE88Pc4/TX8H99UEThI/AAAAAAAAAE8/imRJbKbOH3Y/s1600/2010-12-16_14-25-47_655-742807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVPTAE88Pc4/TX8H99UEThI/AAAAAAAAAE8/imRJbKbOH3Y/s320/2010-12-16_14-25-47_655-742807.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584190823974850066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8435502958480519907?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8435502958480519907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8435502958480519907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8435502958480519907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8435502958480519907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-message-has-been-sent-using.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVPTAE88Pc4/TX8H99UEThI/AAAAAAAAAE8/imRJbKbOH3Y/s72-c/2010-12-16_14-25-47_655-742807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-8891042554275465855</id><published>2011-02-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:45:08.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TUh-5ebrmyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-vSClK6A2Vo/s1600/529-708395.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TUh-5ebrmyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-vSClK6A2Vo/s320/529-708395.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568840465130429218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What happens when a toddler gets a hold of your cell phone? He takes illegal photos of Mom while on the run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8891042554275465855?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8891042554275465855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8891042554275465855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8891042554275465855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8891042554275465855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-happens-when-toddler-gets-hold-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TUh-5ebrmyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-vSClK6A2Vo/s72-c/529-708395.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-899092622327854605</id><published>2011-01-25T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T04:49:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-joNg1aVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xYbj-Kyc1TI/s1600/2010-10-30_17-49-30_312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566347575670696274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-joNg1aVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xYbj-Kyc1TI/s320/2010-10-30_17-49-30_312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-jn42HTrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Er1YWDH8FIQ/s1600/2010-10-30_20-08-28_279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566347570122804914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-jn42HTrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Er1YWDH8FIQ/s320/2010-10-30_20-08-28_279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok. Ok. I still can't get all my pics to upload from my phone properly. Still figuring it out. I decided to start way back when and show you much of what you have missed. There were 2 pics in here I lost. This was Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;My first attempts at sewing and I made the capes. Mckenna is Hermione. I cross-stitched her Gryffindor badge. Hopefully I will figure out how to post it. She absolutely LOVES Harry Potter and was so THRILLED with her costume.&lt;br /&gt;And Shaun is, well, Super Shaun. First I couldnt get him to wear the cape. He wanted to wear his usual 'cape'.... his blankie. Then once I got it on him, he refused to put on his coat, since it would hide the cape. Luckily he kept warm by flying to each house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes I do live in Utah, so it was snowing that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-899092622327854605?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/899092622327854605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=899092622327854605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/899092622327854605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/899092622327854605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-joNg1aVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xYbj-Kyc1TI/s72-c/2010-10-30_17-49-30_312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-339023478969908415</id><published>2011-01-25T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:14:58.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-fwmFYXZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NweCM_YHp4E/s1600/519-798213.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-fwmFYXZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NweCM_YHp4E/s320/519-798213.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566343321658875282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aaron decided to let his beard grow out for the winter. I was ready for it to be gone a long while ago. He finally decided he was ready for it to be gone as well. I think it may have something to do with the guy at the pet store. He wouldn&amp;#39;t let his kid go look around after seeing mountain man here. &lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-339023478969908415?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/339023478969908415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=339023478969908415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/339023478969908415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/339023478969908415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/aaron-decided-to-let-his-beard-grow-out.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-fwmFYXZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NweCM_YHp4E/s72-c/519-798213.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-8772864166895494808</id><published>2011-01-25T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:11:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-e3ukhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-SRXbKIq5Xk/s1600/515-770037.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-e3ukhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-SRXbKIq5Xk/s320/515-770037.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566342344684431314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He hates that I am always taking pictures. Can you tell I had to cajole a (slight) smile out of him&lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8772864166895494808?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8772864166895494808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8772864166895494808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8772864166895494808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8772864166895494808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-hates-that-i-am-always-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT-e3ukhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-SRXbKIq5Xk/s72-c/515-770037.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2435277113871346473</id><published>2011-01-24T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:11:50.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4xZoBBBwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V47rxVLpEY8/s1600/507-710678.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4xZoBBBwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V47rxVLpEY8/s320/507-710678.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565940505784682242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My son may be better at navigating my cell phone than I am. On the camera I have dozens of random pictures he takes. I think I need to start a new segement I will call: what happens when a toddler gets a hold of your cell phone? And so... the first installment: what happens when a toddler gets a hold of your cell phone? Proofhe really wasn&amp;#39;t taking a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2435277113871346473?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2435277113871346473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2435277113871346473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2435277113871346473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2435277113871346473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-son-may-be-better-at-navigating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4xZoBBBwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V47rxVLpEY8/s72-c/507-710678.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-6484563747810181678</id><published>2011-01-24T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:07:57.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4wfiZhXUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cjWQpYnsPS0/s1600/501-777805.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4wfiZhXUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cjWQpYnsPS0/s320/501-777805.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565939507844439362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What happens when a toddler gets a hold of your cell phone? He takes a self portrait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-6484563747810181678?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6484563747810181678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=6484563747810181678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6484563747810181678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6484563747810181678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happens-when-toddler-gets-hold-of_6453.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4wfiZhXUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cjWQpYnsPS0/s72-c/501-777805.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3822372351388191021</id><published>2011-01-24T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:05:53.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4wAdQ6lVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UyidrgnLoRM/s1600/495-753421.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4wAdQ6lVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UyidrgnLoRM/s320/495-753421.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938973890221394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What happens when a toddler gets a hold of your cell phone? He takes a picture of the dog watching &amp;quot;How to Tame Your Dragon&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3822372351388191021?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3822372351388191021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3822372351388191021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3822372351388191021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3822372351388191021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happens-when-toddler-gets-hold-of_24.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4wAdQ6lVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UyidrgnLoRM/s72-c/495-753421.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-6303261216569956831</id><published>2011-01-24T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:04:27.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4vq8mtHEI/AAAAAAAAADw/dGet3-LbDlU/s1600/489-767488.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4vq8mtHEI/AAAAAAAAADw/dGet3-LbDlU/s320/489-767488.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938604345990210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What happens when a toddler gets your cell phone? He takes pictures of random people&amp;#39;s bums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-6303261216569956831?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6303261216569956831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=6303261216569956831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6303261216569956831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6303261216569956831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happens-when-toddler-gets-your.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4vq8mtHEI/AAAAAAAAADw/dGet3-LbDlU/s72-c/489-767488.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-311933206166952156</id><published>2011-01-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:02:16.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4vKF2GtPI/AAAAAAAAADo/xPoddqP8jjg/s1600/485-736191.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4vKF2GtPI/AAAAAAAAADo/xPoddqP8jjg/s320/485-736191.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938039890818290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What happens when a toddler gets a hold of your cell phone? He takes a picture of the rain he had just finished playing in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-311933206166952156?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/311933206166952156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=311933206166952156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/311933206166952156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/311933206166952156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happens-when-toddler-gets-hold-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4vKF2GtPI/AAAAAAAAADo/xPoddqP8jjg/s72-c/485-736191.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2382598794506503920</id><published>2011-01-24T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:49:58.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4sRofcPmI/AAAAAAAAADg/7Q7oLWEhBzM/s1600/2011-01-16_20-22-31_800-798386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4sRofcPmI/AAAAAAAAADg/7Q7oLWEhBzM/s320/2011-01-16_20-22-31_800-798386.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565934870915202658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes. Shaun has to sleep in Avery&amp;#39;s bed. Notice the blindingly bright pink walls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2382598794506503920?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2382598794506503920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2382598794506503920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2382598794506503920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2382598794506503920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4sRofcPmI/AAAAAAAAADg/7Q7oLWEhBzM/s72-c/2011-01-16_20-22-31_800-798386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2613329685149371439</id><published>2011-01-24T18:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:48:52.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4sBJsATEI/AAAAAAAAADY/1NJwhIU2xRU/s1600/2011-01-16_20-22-22_873-732419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4sBJsATEI/AAAAAAAAADY/1NJwhIU2xRU/s320/2011-01-16_20-22-22_873-732419.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565934587768491074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2613329685149371439?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2613329685149371439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2613329685149371439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2613329685149371439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2613329685149371439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4sBJsATEI/AAAAAAAAADY/1NJwhIU2xRU/s72-c/2011-01-16_20-22-22_873-732419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3444550474581621676</id><published>2011-01-24T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:48:07.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4r2My8DPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-sHVcFY4VIg/s1600/2011-01-16_20-23-04_133-787596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4r2My8DPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-sHVcFY4VIg/s320/2011-01-16_20-23-04_133-787596.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565934399624318194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bedtime in the Roger&amp;#39;s household ALWAYS involve book and a dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3444550474581621676?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3444550474581621676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3444550474581621676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3444550474581621676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3444550474581621676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/bedtime-in-roger-household-always.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/TT4r2My8DPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-sHVcFY4VIg/s72-c/2011-01-16_20-23-04_133-787596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-8017778008125146887</id><published>2011-01-05T04:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T04:22:46.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I know, I know. I haven't posted.  And, when I do, it's just this.&lt;br /&gt;I think this has been a really hard time for us Proffitt's. Really, is there one of us sisters that isn't having a hard time right now? It's also so hard being away from Mom right now, I wish I could be there to help her through this hard time.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been so HEAVY lately. I am really down, struggling. I just want to get together with my sisters, and vent, tell you guys everything about everything. sigh. But it will have to wait till we can get our weekend. Then we can all cry till we can't cry anymore and laugh till we (almost) pee ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I am so HOMESICK right now. I see all of the little and big trials that we are all going through and I just ache to be together so we can share the burden. Sometimes I think being so far away from all of my family is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful, sweet family. I want you to know how much I love you. I am praying for each and everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8017778008125146887?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8017778008125146887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8017778008125146887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8017778008125146887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8017778008125146887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3065267663789799917</id><published>2010-05-03T03:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:52:25.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>someone please explain to me why suddenly some of my words are double underlined and automatically a advert pops up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3065267663789799917?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3065267663789799917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3065267663789799917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3065267663789799917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3065267663789799917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2010/05/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5866995403531331246</id><published>2010-04-13T02:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:29:10.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL get past this!</title><content type='html'>So, as some of you may, or may not know. I got pneumonia, again. For those who are counting, that is the third time in 13 months. I started to get sick just before Valentine's day and I have still been struggling. And by struggling I mean: trying not to pass out when climbing the stairs from my basement. Having my patients listen to my wheezing and suggesting I get into the bed and they take care of me. Having to go back on high doses of steroids and antibiotics, again, and again, and yet again. Coughing so hard I think my left lower lung was expelled somewhere in the process. In other words, I am having FUN, baby! It was getting a bit..... discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily. (?) I work with some very intelligent, strongly opinionated pulminologists who care about the health of their nurses. I was recently accosted by the several of them and yelled at. "Oh SUUUUURRRREEEEEE. You get pregnant, and you see a gynecologist. But, you have problems with your lungs and will you see a pulminologist? NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Really, they are good guys, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;So, they maneuvered to get me in this past week, rather than waiting the usual length of time, till June. It was a very LONG day with every test imaginable. Many were tests I had never even heard of. (they were very cool. If you want I'll tell you sometime about the clear box they made me sit in.)&lt;br /&gt;My primary diagnosis? Are you ready for this? Sitting down everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;Really? I just went through FOUR hours of tests and have hyperventilated countless times for THAT? oooooohhhhh. come closer. I am going to hurt you.........&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for Dr Sundar he had more. Apparently I sleep too deep when I do get to go out. I bypass the usual pattern. The concerns are: one I don't get the proper cycle, and two, I go so deep, EVERY soft tissue and muscle in my body relaxes. Including the esophagus. That causes reflux and I aspirate the acid into my lungs. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Really, this is a good thing. Because, now I know. We are now taking steps to prevent further damage. And, hopefully, I am now on the path to getting better.&lt;br /&gt;This may be a small success, but I'll take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5866995403531331246?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5866995403531331246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5866995403531331246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5866995403531331246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5866995403531331246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-get-past-this.html' title='I WILL get past this!'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-4875662987490305999</id><published>2010-02-25T02:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:53:02.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to share.....</title><content type='html'>There is a family here who almost lost their son. They used a new technology at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Primary Children's &lt;/span&gt;to save his life. And the mom is an amazing author. Her ability to talk as a mother with such amazing faith......  Thought I might share their story: stakerzxposed.blogspot.com  Start at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 1st and have lots of tissues handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-4875662987490305999?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4875662987490305999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=4875662987490305999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4875662987490305999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4875662987490305999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2010/02/story-to-share.html' title='A story to share.....'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5869268936389450032</id><published>2010-02-21T02:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:34:52.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so I haven't posted in FOREVER. I know. But the question is, how much do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'all&lt;/span&gt; really read this? Just wondering if I wanna take the time to try n catch up with my tons of photos I am behind on. Sorry folks, that last bout of pneumonia kicked my butt pretty bad and I am still dragging a bit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whatdya&lt;/span&gt; think? Do we try to catch up? Or just go on from here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5869268936389450032?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5869268936389450032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5869268936389450032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5869268936389450032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5869268936389450032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-so-i-havent-posted-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3957380529277129583</id><published>2009-10-06T22:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:48:56.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, ya proud of me? I actually updated my blog list instead of making my Mom do it! :) Lazy, yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be interested to see that not only did I add friends and family, but also my husband's blog. Taking landscape photos is one of his hobbies, so he decided to post them to start getting constructive criticism. I think he's pretty good, so take a peek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3957380529277129583?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3957380529277129583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3957380529277129583' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3957380529277129583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3957380529277129583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-ya-proud-of-me-i-actually-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-728346740148633360</id><published>2009-10-02T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:27:09.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuckle</title><content type='html'>When getting ready for work today, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quizzing&lt;/span&gt; Kenna on her spelling words. Suddenly, she yells out: "Oh Shaun you have no idea how lucky you are! Wait till you get old, life is so hard! You have to do SPELLING TESTS!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only spelling tests were the one bane of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And...... if she is old, then what am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-728346740148633360?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/728346740148633360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=728346740148633360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/728346740148633360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/728346740148633360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/10/chuckle.html' title='Chuckle'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-357364287395009557</id><published>2009-09-08T13:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:17:32.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-357364287395009557?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/357364287395009557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=357364287395009557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/357364287395009557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/357364287395009557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-late-getting-this-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-4285173223881588634</id><published>2009-08-27T15:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:21:38.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beast</title><content type='html'>We all know Shaun can be a trouble maker. He's especially hard when I am working, he's got too much energy and I get very little sleep. Usually only an hour or two during his nap time.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered yesterday how bad things can get when he doesn't nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days Shaun has decided he no longer needs to sleep. Yesterday I was in between shifts (worked the night before and was going to work again that night.) And he was NOT going to take a nap. I finally just tried laying him in his crib. What does he do? Starts rocking the crib till it is SLAMMING into the wall. Can't let him stay in there, he'll either knock the crib over or knock out the entire wall. I take him out and hope if he stays awake longer, he'll get tired enough to put down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by noon, I was awake 24+ hours and I crashed. Not sure how, but I was instantly asleep for over an hour. I wake to Shaun throwing a diaper in my face. He is buck naked and in the process of peeing on the floor (and laughing hysterically about the pee). That's when I sit up and notice my surroundings. He took an entire box of cereal and spread it all over the family room. Of course it's all crushed in. Shaun climbed the kitchen sink and emptied an entire bottle of hand soap into it to make bubbles. He had gotten into my room and used my deodorant to paint on the carpet. And lastly, he used an entire stick of concealer to decorate himself. Even his little butt cheeks were drawn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I was too tired to be anything but hysterical. I really should have been taking pictures, cuz now it's funny. Luckily for him, he decided to take a nap today. If not he might have ended up in the river. ;) From now on, though, if he doesn't sleep I think I need to lock him in the toy  room and sleep in there with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I managed to sleep through that much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-4285173223881588634?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4285173223881588634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=4285173223881588634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4285173223881588634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4285173223881588634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-beast.html' title='My Beast'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-1675280452300910173</id><published>2009-07-07T15:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:45:46.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup</title><content type='html'>Well, ignoring every one's advice, I decided to take the job. It will be a huge cut financially, I am opting to give up my management pay as well as all the other stuff. But, what ultimately made me decide is the work environment.&lt;br /&gt;First, my floor has oodles of issues. There is one RN who has actually showed up to work smashed a few times. One bring her laptop to work to look at porn. She'll stop for a few months after she gets in trouble, and then starts back up again. And the entire talk/attitude of the place is horribly negative. Lots of sex talk. Lots of "I hate being in health care." No one helps each other. And people having affairs is not even hidden. Everything I hear about IMC is it is very professional and everyone works together.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to a lot of people about my new floor. Apparently my new manager, Katie, is very much of the opinion that it is only a job, and family must come first. While we already know Annette's attitude is the exact opposite; work must come before everything else. I think that is what made the final decision for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I have decided the money isn't worth what I have to be staying for.&lt;br /&gt;I start training at the end of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-1675280452300910173?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1675280452300910173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=1675280452300910173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1675280452300910173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1675280452300910173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/07/yup.html' title='Yup'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2606247860392892318</id><published>2009-07-02T11:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:02:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, do I take it?</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been keeping an eye on the job board at work and an opening came up for one of the critical care units. I looked at it, didn't even submit an application, and I quickly got a call from them later. They wanted an interview NOW, they already knew me and offered me the job the second I walked into the interview.&lt;br /&gt;The plus of taking the job: more room for advancement (I can't get any higher where I am at now.) I get to play with more cool toys, like chest tubes, pacemakers, and probes in people's brain (SWEET!) It's a unit where we are not expected to work overtime. It's something new with a lot for me to learn.&lt;br /&gt;The negative: I wouldn't work only weekends any more, much more babysitter money. My commute changes from a 5-10 min drive to a 30 min. Almost 2 hours on the days BYU  has football games. More time away from the kids, and more money in gas. No pay raise. And, I leave a unit where I know I love to work. I have to go through 3-5 weeks of orientation, during the day, what do I do with my monsters?&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I have lost 17 lbs since giving up my Mt Dew! 5 from giving up the soda, 5 from having pneumonia, and 7 on the South Beach. Butthead Aaron has lost about 10 or 12 just on the diet. But, technically, I am STILL ahead. hehehe Still not feeling much more energy. But my clothes are fitting better. I'll take that little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2606247860392892318?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2606247860392892318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2606247860392892318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2606247860392892318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2606247860392892318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-do-i-take-it.html' title='So, do I take it?'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-4983106214269482270</id><published>2009-06-26T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:19:54.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SkTnGtyE0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jn-evF_i6Go/s1600-h/0621091748_02-794752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SkTnGtyE0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jn-evF_i6Go/s320/0621091748_02-794752.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351656359777849986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This Sun was the fist day in June that didn&amp;#39;t rain. As you can see, the girls made the most of the long awaited sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-4983106214269482270?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4983106214269482270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=4983106214269482270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4983106214269482270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4983106214269482270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SjrXT7wrxTI/AAAAAAAAACo/ujEGB1MpEio/s1600-h/0618091758-791452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SjrXT7wrxTI/AAAAAAAAACo/ujEGB1MpEio/s320/0618091758-791452.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348824244915258674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now if only I could get him to rinse first.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8413252910096261849?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8413252910096261849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8413252910096261849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2133691322178251841</id><published>2009-06-16T11:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:58:04.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to feel better</title><content type='html'>So. I'm starting to feel a bit better. I took Friday and Saturday off work and did nothing but sleep the 2 days. That really helped. Then I asked to be taken off all the extra shifts I was signed up for at work. Not working 50 hours a week also helps. I feel a bit closer to a human being now. My manager has been a bum about me not working extras any more. "You better bring me a doctors note saying you can't work extra any more" Huh? What's up with that? I am now &lt;em&gt;required&lt;/em&gt; to work OT each week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside.... When you can hardly breathe, you really don't eat much. I lost 5 pounds this last week. Coughing till you puke might be a part of that. Since I have a head start on the losing weight category, I have decided to start on the South Beach. Eating almost all veggies has to be good for you, right? I haven't lost any from the diet, although Aaron has lost like 3 or 4. So, hey, at least for today I am beating him. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2133691322178251841?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2133691322178251841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2133691322178251841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2133691322178251841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2133691322178251841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-to-feel-better.html' title='Starting to feel better'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7442790659230974356</id><published>2009-06-09T16:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:32:54.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't you just melting with jealousy?</title><content type='html'>No, not really. I happen to be a very lucky person.&lt;br /&gt;I got pneumonia. FOR THE SECOND TIME IN NINE MONTHS. aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Really, how many people do you know get pneumonia not only in September but also June? And of those people, how many are under the age of 70? Just thought I'd share my happy news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7442790659230974356?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7442790659230974356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7442790659230974356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7442790659230974356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7442790659230974356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/06/arent-you-just-melting-with-jealousy.html' title='Aren&apos;t you just melting with jealousy?'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-8780738406316001905</id><published>2009-05-27T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:23:08.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3LXNiXKwI/AAAAAAAAACg/r9KYB8U01Cc/s1600-h/0527091625-788743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3LXNiXKwI/AAAAAAAAACg/r9KYB8U01Cc/s320/0527091625-788743.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340648332762491650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Course sometimes he makes me feel a little panic when he decides to climb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8780738406316001905?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8780738406316001905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8780738406316001905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8780738406316001905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8780738406316001905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/course-sometimes-he-makes-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3LXNiXKwI/AAAAAAAAACg/r9KYB8U01Cc/s72-c/0527091625-788743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3155654790801252915</id><published>2009-05-27T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:16:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3JvuCcHuI/AAAAAAAAACY/OUC5GXG6umk/s1600-h/0527091627_01-774252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3JvuCcHuI/AAAAAAAAACY/OUC5GXG6umk/s320/0527091627_01-774252.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340646554780573410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeah. He likes to climb, a LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3155654790801252915?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3155654790801252915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3155654790801252915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3155654790801252915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3155654790801252915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3JvuCcHuI/AAAAAAAAACY/OUC5GXG6umk/s72-c/0527091627_01-774252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-858399457983945422</id><published>2009-05-27T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:13:11.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3JBx6CB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TVzi3XX3ltU/s1600-h/0527091623_01-791735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3JBx6CB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TVzi3XX3ltU/s320/0527091623_01-791735.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645765545068354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Have I ever mentioned Shaun likes to climb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-858399457983945422?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/858399457983945422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=858399457983945422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/858399457983945422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/858399457983945422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-i-ever-mentioned-shaun-likes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/Sh3JBx6CB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TVzi3XX3ltU/s72-c/0527091623_01-791735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-8762673947011366769</id><published>2009-05-15T08:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:08:15.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The addiction goes on....</title><content type='html'>So I have now been off Mt Dew for 4 weeks today. Ta-da! And what does Aaron do? Brings home a liter of the sweet, radioactive yellow goodness. humph. I took one sip today. Couldn't help it. I think I need to dump the whole bottle down the drain though. The first 3 weeks was one permanent headache. They aren't as frequent now. That is really the only difference I have felt from not drinking. I wasn't very functional for a while with the withdrawal headaches and frequent migraines. But, on the up side: I have lost 5 pounds kicking the habit. Monday I am starting back on the South Beach diet to get myself healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of healthy. I just finished the last round of all of my tests. We found out I am hypopneic. In other words, my brain forgets to tell my lungs to breathe. When I sleep I drop to 4 breathes a minute (normal is 8-12). The cause? What else? Getting hit in the head.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am using oxygen to sleep. The pulmonologist is thinking about getting me on a bi pap. It blows at the normal rate of breathing, in and out. But not sure how good that will work. I can barely handle the oxygen concentrator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all. Still doing good. Still pooped. But I am making progress. Just not having a migraine this week makes me feel like I've made huge progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8762673947011366769?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8762673947011366769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8762673947011366769' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8762673947011366769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8762673947011366769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/addiction-goes-on.html' title='The addiction goes on....'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5402244533102824468</id><published>2009-04-27T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:15:47.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfXaM1P8k6I/AAAAAAAAACI/YIimL2f_vQQ/s1600-h/0425091921_01-747908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfXaM1P8k6I/AAAAAAAAACI/YIimL2f_vQQ/s320/0425091921_01-747908.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329405648050099106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is another veiw at our campsite. I didn&amp;#39;t take any pics from my cell phone today, we were in Devil&amp;#39;s Garden. We go to Canyonlands tomarrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5402244533102824468?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5402244533102824468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5402244533102824468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5402244533102824468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5402244533102824468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-another-veiw-at-our-campsite.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfXaM1P8k6I/AAAAAAAAACI/YIimL2f_vQQ/s72-c/0425091921_01-747908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7305998585192520354</id><published>2009-04-24T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:55:59.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfJfn8k2xDI/AAAAAAAAACA/P83xXFO7GL0/s1600-h/0424091851_01-759559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfJfn8k2xDI/AAAAAAAAACA/P83xXFO7GL0/s320/0424091851_01-759559.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328426449012966450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thos is what I&amp;#39;m doing right now. We went to Moab this weekend and we&amp;#39;re camping in Castle Valley. You can see one of the castles behind Avery. I&amp;#39;ll send more pics tomarrow. I love cell phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7305998585192520354?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7305998585192520354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7305998585192520354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7305998585192520354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7305998585192520354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/04/thos-is-what-i-doing-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfJfn8k2xDI/AAAAAAAAACA/P83xXFO7GL0/s72-c/0424091851_01-759559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3716099084069812029</id><published>2009-04-23T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:27:40.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought I would let</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would let you all know it has been 6 days and 12 hours since my last Mt Dew. And, no, I do not feel any better for giving it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3716099084069812029?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3716099084069812029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3716099084069812029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3716099084069812029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3716099084069812029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-thought-i-would-let.html' title='Just thought I would let'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5915274090284177611</id><published>2009-04-23T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:25:24.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FWD:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfFbVPVW5lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/V07W9X5PHmk/s1600-h/0423090737-724840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Igw_lLg2Acw/SfFbVPVW5lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/V07W9X5PHmk/s320/0423090737-724840.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328140254607500882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Woof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Why I really can't kill the girls.&lt;br /&gt;They gave me a stack of homemade cards stuffed in a bag filled with coins and one dollar bills. The first card had a picture of a TV with "We are sorie."&lt;br /&gt;The next was a picture of both the girls crying with "We now you are mad, but we love you."&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a card saying "Her is all our monnie to by a new tv."&lt;br /&gt;Next was a card saying "It is all of our savings. It is 25 dolars and 27 cents and 3 dolars off."&lt;br /&gt;After which was a card they found in the mail for $3 off at Toys R US.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I was cracking up and really couldn't take their money. Of course, they were still grounded. Little beasties. Cute little beasties. But monsters all the same. They narrowly avoided being tied in a bag and thrown in the river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-919723521707249786?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/919723521707249786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=919723521707249786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/919723521707249786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/919723521707249786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/04/tv.html' title='The TV'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-6609915281259369421</id><published>2009-04-05T03:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:48:12.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stories</title><content type='html'>I know! I know! Two WHOLE days in a row! I know you all are reeling, so just take a deep breathe, and hold on to your chair till the world rights itself again.  It's been a slow night at work (miraculously) again so I thought I would share some more with you all. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun is starting to talk. He and the dog are best buds. They think they are brothers. Well, lately I have been visiting the vet a lot. Stupid Jack broke his toes. Any possible way to destroy that cast, he has figured it out. We end up in the vets office about 1 or 2 times a week. ugh. During those trips the dog is typically in the very back with his head resting on Shaun's shoulder.  Last week's visit was very eventful. On the way home I suddenly hear Shaun "NO! NO! No og! No! NO! NO!" Followed by the sound of Shaun retching. I look back and Jack was car sick all over the rug and Shaun was horrified. The whole trip home was to the sound of Shaun yelling no, no to the 'og' interspersed with the sounds of him gagging.      &lt;br /&gt;By the way, my carpet cleaner didn't get it all out. Anyone with a great idea to get dog puke out of the carpet? I'm just glad Jack decided to not puke on Shaun's  shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack unfortunately is really not stupid. He's so smart he is at the point of being stupid. He uses the cast to club the girls and snitch treats. The cone is his personal tool to herd Shaun wherever he wants the baby to go. Lately, he has figured out how to open the baby's bedroom door. He waits till the baby is put down for bed to go in there and wake him up. I caught the dog trying to jump into the crib the other night. And somehow through all of this, I am supposed to keep my 7 month old puppy "immobilized" Ummmmm.... because he is not allowed to exercise like he normally does, he's been trying to jump off the top of the stairs into the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty pooped lately. Correction, I am exhausted. I have been trying to work out religiously for about 3 months now. And it has done me no good. I have lost minimal weight. And still am so tired I don't wake up to alarms. It feels like I'm not functioning anymore. So, I went to the doctor. His answer. Lose LOTS of weight. And get off the caffeine. Does someone care to tell me how I am going to get off Mt Dew? It's worse than crack! I drink it like water. And really, how am I going to function at 3 in the morning at work if I don't have a Mt Dew. ARRRRGGGGG!!!!!! Can you hear the panic in my voice? Cuz it's there. I am now 'pre-diabetic,' my thyroid is wigging out, and I am officially considered obese. Depressing. So. I am GOING to get healthy. I'll keep you all in the loop. I need a support group somewhere. I definitely won't get it from most of my coworkers. (Do you know what most nurses do in the middle of the night? Fill up a clean bedpan with microwave popcorn and candy. They like to keep each other fat, you fit in that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last story. Aaron and I just bought a new TV. Our family TV pooped out. We talked and talked about it and finally decided on a nice one. Flat panel 42 inch LCD. We put it on a credit card with no interest for 18 months. I figured I could work a few extra shifts and pay it off quickly. Of course, the girls have been told repeatedly to not touch the TV. Last week the girls got PB on it. Rather than tell us, they went and got cleaner. Still don't know which kind. And SCRUBBED the TV. They managed to strip the film off the screen and put a great big scratch down it. To top it off- The girls lied through their teeth, multiple times with straight faces that they didn't do it! Aaron managed to clean the TV up so you can watch without everything being blurry. The girls are grounded from watching TV for the next month. And this week was my first extra shift to pay for the %#* TV. Proof right there I never should have bothered with anything material or nice with my monsters running around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-6609915281259369421?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6609915281259369421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=6609915281259369421' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6609915281259369421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6609915281259369421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/04/stories.html' title='stories'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-4470285508688460716</id><published>2009-04-04T03:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:14:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do still exist</title><content type='html'>I've decided I really hate blogging. It takes so much time. And I am never as funny/real/emotional/human as everyone else seems to be. Nor am I ever posting pictures. They are so much easier to put on Facebook. ( accept me as a friend mom, and you'll get to see all of them) Plus....posting just takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dad has been yelling at me again to post. So I figured I ought to give everyone an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing awesome. I am just so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery's croup is slowly getting better. We seem to be having fewer and fewer attacks a month. Whew. Every little bit seems to be such a huge releif. She just had b-day #9. And I can't beleive how quickly she is growing up! The other day Avery and I went to Mommy-Daughter brunch for activity days. The ward's crazy drug addict was there and was beyond horrible. She kept following the 13 year old girls who were serving, critiquing their serving abilities. "I am a waitress at Denny's and you really need to be better. THis service is just terrible!" Because they didn't serve her first (not her daughter, HER) Every time her daughter, Lexi, tried to talk, she'd interrupt and finish every sentence/story. In other words. She totally fried her brain and was furious at the world for not revolving around her. The point of my story? Afterwards Avery and I started to talk. And she said to me "Mom, I bet Lexi was really embarrassed by her mom. I think I would be if I were her............. I think maybe I shouldn't talk about it. Because she is my friend. And that might hurt her feelings." How could I not be proud? And she is trying to quote Monty Python. "Mom, your dad is a chipmunk and your mom smells like Elders." (the original quote is your father was a hamster and your mother smelt of elderberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenna is just as spunky and funny as always. Quite the drama queen. Just last night I was on the phone and she came running up to me in a panic. "Mom, Mom, it's an emergency! You FORGOT to buy the fruit roll ups!" She has decided to befriend the new boy in school, he's from S. America. His name is Yadid, Kenna calls him Ya did it. She teaches him English, he teaches her Spanish. And, of course, she is bestest friends with her big sister. They still sleep together every night. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I want to kill them for their bickering, but somehow they manage to forget it all at bedtime. I guess that's how sisters always are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun, oh my lands. He just cracks me up! And I can't believe how much of a boy he is. He is starting to show some interest in sitting on the potty. And, he is dry first thing every morning. I thought, why not? Lets see what he can do. So I let him go naked. Now with the girls, when they had accidents on the floor, they were just grossed out. Not Shaun, he had an accident and played in it. ugh. I put a diaper on him, and later tried sitting him on the potty. His idea of going potty? He had his hand cupped in front as he started and stopped the stream in his hand! OK. Potty training can wait a while. A loooonnnnng while. He has stopped growing. Is that Proffitt genetics? Or could it be the fact that he lost 5lbs in 2 weeks when he was sick? I'm trying to beef him back up. It was nice having one chubby baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going. I had to work on both of the girls birthdays. My manager wouldn't let me have the days off. grrrrr. It was OK though. We played the day before McKenna's. And the day after Avery's birthdays. Even though we were a day off, it was still a lot of fun. I have been in talks with a manager over at ICU at the Provo hospital. She is hoping to have an opening for me by October. IHC has been in a hiring freeze, so it'll be hard transferring units. Plus, this unit has a great reputation among the nurses. So, it's worth waiting to get into a good unit. I've discovered my job is just too hard to be at and not like the unit I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;So..... is that enough of an update to satisfy everyone? If so, expect the next post in a month or so.    ;)    Dad? Do you approve? hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-4470285508688460716?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4470285508688460716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=4470285508688460716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4470285508688460716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4470285508688460716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-do-still-exist.html' title='I really do still exist'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7387785748033417570</id><published>2009-02-12T14:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:04:06.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick update. McKenna is almost better, she went to school today. She was so excited to, "I don't want to be sick anymore. I want to go to school and see Miss Collins!" Having a teacher she adores is wonderful. It  makes all the difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery's still sick, at first we thought she had strep on top of it. But the rapid strep test was a false positive. Her fevers are slowly getting better.  The stinky thing is she has another bowel obstruction. She got so dehydrated she plugged right up. I'll get her moving again. I'm good with 'code brown.' But, she has minimal croup right now. The new meds she is on seem to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun is still really sick. He got RSV on top of the flu. Double whammy. He's lost 5lbs now. The doctor was debating putting him in the hospital because of the weight loss but decided against it, mostly because 1 I'm a paranoid nurse and know when to take him in, 2 there are far, far worse germs in the hospital right now. (Meningitis and pertussis is going around. Luckily Shaun's immunized against the latter.) And, 3 I am a paranoid nurse and don't want him in the hospital around the nasties. So, we are doing outpatient respiratory clinic where we take him in to get deep suctioning. So far, he hasn't needed nebulizer treatments. It looks like we have another week of him being sick. I take him back to the Dr on Monday to make sure he is going in the right direction. He may need to go on long term meds like Avery to protect his lungs. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing better. It is exponentially easier having only 2 sick kids as opposed to 3. That, and I have had sleep the last few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7387785748033417570?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7387785748033417570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7387785748033417570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7387785748033417570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7387785748033417570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5138934024009611516</id><published>2009-02-09T23:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:52:22.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh McDonald's!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just love McDonald's. Can I just tell you that now. Today it was a life saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all 3 sick at the same time. They all have scary high fevers. Shaun in 0.5 away from having to be in the hospital, Kenna 0.2 away from a hospital trip. And, I've had to work these last 3 nights. (Oh, have I told you I have a new manager? I think she escaped Satan's dungeon.) So, today I think I slept 15 minutes at a time, and it was with Shaun lying on my head, Avery across my legs, and Kenna curled up in my armpit. Lots of Tylenol and Motrin being doled out. Avery decides to start throwing up this afternoon. Kenna won't drink any more, and Shaun starts to have a hard time breathing and his fever kept creeping up even with meds. Normally I can deal fine with it, but on no sleep? By the time Aaron got home, I was almost hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah, and my butt head manager had to call me this afternoon, too. Our hospital is currently being audited, and last night at work, I failed to catch something another nurse missed, 4 days ago. Since I am the one who normally catches these things, it's my fault, of course. And she devil is considering holding me responsible, and what am I going to do to fix it? You know, why am I not doing her job? One more thing to my emotional breakdown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to wrap Shaun up and take him outside to open up his airways, when my Honey shows his true genius, "why don't you take Shaun to get McDonald's and leave the window open on the drive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End result? A small break, return to sanity, and much better kids. The cold wind opened Shaun up and actually brought his fever below 102. Kenna chugged the powerade. And Avery didn't puke the chicken nuggets. Strange considering that was one of the few things I kept down when I was pregnant with her. Think she was born to not puke nuggets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am really grateful for McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny end story. Because McKenna's fevers have been so high, she's been a little loopy. Sat night, she didn't wake up all the way to go to the bathroom. Avery stopped her from peeing on the stool, so she peed in the garbage instead. (And I was at work and didn't have to clean it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5138934024009611516?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5138934024009611516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5138934024009611516' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5138934024009611516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5138934024009611516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhh-mcdonalds.html' title='Ahhh McDonald&apos;s!'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3578480548035797051</id><published>2009-02-03T14:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:19:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally writing</title><content type='html'>So, our computer crapped out on us. It took forever to get rid of the nasty virus. The $#%$ virus wouldn't even let us wipe out the computer and start over again. And, of course, it was the first time Trend Micro saw the virus, so they were stumped as well. Aaron and I were frantically trying to move pictures to flash drives and not copy the virus at the same time. We've got hundreds to sort through. And, of course, I didn't bother transferring in any sort of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I may post pictures. In the mean time, I am ADDICTED to facebook. So much easier to put pictures on! I've been sending a bunch form my cell phone to that. As far as Christmas pictures go, don't expect much. I made the mistake of putting Aaron in charge of taking those. So I don't think there is a single one in focus. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow here is starting to melt. It's been warm, like 40's to 50's I think we may actually hit 60 this week. At least it's not 2 degrees anymore when I get off work. I'm really looking forward to not scraping off my car. I don't care how much you bundle up, 9 degrees with fog hurts deep down in your bones!&lt;br /&gt;The kids are sad for the snow to be gone, they never entirely finished their snow fort, and we didn't go sledding nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are growing fast, Shaun can say about 3 words, and he signs about 6, so he is sprouting. Avery is excelling in school, as always. She's too smart for her own good. And Kenna is just as big a goof as always. She tells me all the time how Avery might be older, but she is funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though a month was too long to post, so a quick note would be in order. I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3578480548035797051?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3578480548035797051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3578480548035797051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3578480548035797051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3578480548035797051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-finally-writing.html' title='I&apos;m finally writing'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3881962641500693386</id><published>2008-12-25T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:34:18.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone know why my blog is having issues? I try to add another blog to the side bar and it won't work. Also, when I try to click on other blogs, they aren't coming up.... ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3881962641500693386?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3881962641500693386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3881962641500693386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3881962641500693386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3881962641500693386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyone-know-why-my-blog-is-having.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7088259304826828300</id><published>2008-12-22T00:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:04:35.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat your hearts out!</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday, Aaron and I had his sisters come over and watch the little monsters and we spent the day Christmas shopping. And yup, got it ALL finished! Stocking stuffers and all. After the kids went to bed, we stayed up late watching the dark knight and wrapping. Got all the kid's gifts wrapped, now I only have 3 left to wrap for Aaron, and I'm DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DA! that is my magic trick for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite impressed with myself. This will be the first year I won't be up late wrapping for the kids on Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7088259304826828300?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7088259304826828300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7088259304826828300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7088259304826828300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7088259304826828300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/12/eat-your-hears-out.html' title='Eat your hearts out!'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-6945528159182468860</id><published>2008-12-04T23:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:44:12.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, after that last really whiny post, I thought a lot about my job. And, I've had some really amazing experiences while there. Thinking back to some posts of my sisters and my Aunt Lynda..... Lynda talked about life being a garbage truck and not getting dumped on. My work is like that a lot. And then some of my sisters talked about how being a mom is a combination of the really hard with the really wonderful. For the most part, mommy hood is just wonderful to me. I don't think I have enough time at home to really freak out around the kids. But, work is some of the highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard for me lately. There has been one woman in my ward who has been rather nasty to me about it. You know, "I'm a stay at home mom because I make &lt;em&gt;sacrifices. &lt;/em&gt;And women who work don't know how to &lt;em&gt;sacrifice &lt;/em&gt;for their kids." If my situation allowed, I would be a stay at home mom. I've just had to come to grips that working is what God has planned&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;At my job, I encounter some of the worst of human society: The drug addicts standing in the hallway screaming at me "Get me my drugs you f$@&amp;amp;* b*$%h!" Sickos with every type of object stuck in every orifice. The worst are the perverts who like to brag about what they've done to land themselves in jail. The pitiful: the kids who go home, knowing they'll die in less than a week. All because they knew they couldn't stop taking heroin for one week, just to stay in the hospital for antibiotics. The young moms who come back time after time for attempted suicide. I look at it all and I think, God, where is your fireball? Because we are&lt;br /&gt;READY!&lt;br /&gt;Then, I see the most amazing of human qualities. We really are worth saving. Children in Halloween costumes screaming in the hallways, going to show Grandma or Grandpa their loot. Carolers visiting complete strangers. The young mother who lost her child, comforting those around her, giving them the plan of happiness. The ward that embraces the family that newly moves in. Staying at the wife's side 24 hours a day as her husband goes through chemo. The one that will stay with me always: The woman dying of cancer, heard the cries of a mentally retarded man in the room next to her, scared to be in the hospital. She had her children wheel her into his room every day to hug him, talk to him, calm him. She died during that stay. Her children still visit that young man and care for him, are the family that he doesn't have. I am still in awe at her strength, even while her body's strength gave out.&lt;br /&gt;I have times like the last few weeks. Where the Lord puts it all into perspective. You see, the Lord has put me in charge of the care of His children, He has literally put their lives in my hands. And, whether or not I have prepared myself, whether or not I am worthy, He guides me on a daily basis. Every nurse knows about this. The ones who are not religious call it their gut instinct. It has nothing to do with instinct, but everything to do with that precious soul. I can't tell you what a blessing that inspiration is. I recently had someone ask me, how do you know? How do you prepare yourself to be so in touch to know what to say and how to act? I could only answer honestly, that it is not me, but God, and he will not let ANYONE fail. Any nurse would do the same, because it is what God wills.&lt;br /&gt;I have had precious moments in the hospital as tender as those in the temple. I have witnessed the veil part as I have sat with dear friends as they have died. And, I am grateful that I was blessed to be present. Some experiences, are so precious to me, I feel I shouldn't even write them here.&lt;br /&gt;So, my wonderful family.... This is why I work, this is why I choose to be a nurse. And, I want you to know, how wonderful you are. For, I know what you are worth. I know what the Lord will do for you and how dear you are to Him.&lt;br /&gt;And, for those of my sisters who are struggling right now, if you are worth that much to Him, aren't you truly AMAZING? I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-6945528159182468860?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6945528159182468860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=6945528159182468860' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6945528159182468860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6945528159182468860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-after-that-last-really-whiny.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5552113014529427563</id><published>2008-11-19T22:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:53:36.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys. I knew about it, and had talked with Dad. I figured he'd call everyone. Of course he thought Mom would call, and Mom thought he would. If you want to call, wait a day or two to call her, she is exhausted. Maybe a text or email now. She needs to sleep for, like, the next 48 hours. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5552113014529427563?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5552113014529427563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5552113014529427563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5552113014529427563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5552113014529427563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/11/julie.html' title='Julie'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7664465788082290975</id><published>2008-11-16T03:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:13:30.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh the tranquility is over... for a moment</title><content type='html'>Just wondering... why do people think nurses are their personal slaves whose only purpose in life is to be their own drug dealer? Of course, I shouldn't care about any other patient. And if don't spend my every moment in thier room waiting at their beck and call I am a heartless B@#*&amp;amp; whose incompetent. Some nights I wonder why I do this job. Yeah, I'm having fun at work right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... and yeah, I did just get called that. Got in trouble for telling her it was innapropriate and I wouldn't put up with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7664465788082290975?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7664465788082290975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7664465788082290975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7664465788082290975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7664465788082290975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh-tranquility-is-over-for-moment.html' title='Ahh the tranquility is over... for a moment'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-1414768662201751002</id><published>2008-11-15T02:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:56:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm at work, it has slowed down a little and I am trying to stay awake. So, I thought I would say 'hi'. Life is pretty mellow. No drama except for the ins and outs of work and mommy hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun is walking now, and is FREAKING CUTE. Avery has all the boys in love with her and can't decide which one to marry. (no surprise there) McKenna is thriving in school, mostly because she has a teacher she adores. Jack (the dog) is a spaz and has helped me lose 4 lbs trying to keep him exercised. Aaron just bought the new Gears of Wars now that fishing season will soon be drawing to a close. He is addicted to way too many things.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fridge was on the edge of death, so we bought a new one before ALL of the food spoiled. That was exciting, but now I get to work all those extra shifts to be able to afford it. That and trying to get extra money for Christmas, I'm working about 50 hours a week. So fun!  I am the new Webelos leader. I could use help with &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. Anyone have some good sheets on tracking on the different patches and badges? Anyone know of a good website resource? I would appreciate it. Webelos is a bit overwhelming, guess they thought enrichment wasn't enough for me and my schedule was too slow.  I'm supposed to go back to school in Jan (work is expecting it) but I really can't bring myself to do it just yet. I think I am going to just wait, and if work has a problem, well, they could fire me. Yeah, right, only in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-1414768662201751002?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1414768662201751002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=1414768662201751002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1414768662201751002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1414768662201751002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-im-at-work-it-has-slowed-down-little.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2623177225782567982</id><published>2008-10-30T11:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:48:44.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my addendum</title><content type='html'>So, Bobbi and Butch came back. Bobbi kept smoking as soon as she left the hospital and didn't take her meds, so she ended up back on a ventilator. But, Butch wasn't allowed to visit even once. And, we had things arranged so the only people caring for Bobbi, nurses, aides, respiratory, even physical therapy, were all males. Oh darn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the crazy old lady goes. Yeah, she did apologize. But only after I went ballistic and she realized we had a HUGE audience. I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a little psycho. She started to apologize and I kept screaming at her 'No you're not! If you were sorry you would get out of the car and not drive!" I also kept screaming at her that driving was worth killing a kid to her. Yeah, she drove off very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;When I got home and called the police, they said I should have called them from the parking lot. Then they could have talked to witnesses and whatever else it is they do. If I had called at the time, she could have been issued a ticket and forced to traffic court. Where a judge could have decided to send her to a MD for an eval. But, since I didn't, all they could do is go talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Avery cried for HOURS after that, she was so shaken up by actually being bonked by the car. Whenever we walk in a parking lot now, she tells me to look out for the crazy old ladies. And right after it happened, Kenna just said 'crazy old bat' I'm just glad she didn't pick up on some of the other words I said. Aaahhhh, the Proffitt side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. Tonight we are going to go show Nanny and Granddad our costumes. Avery is going to be the Bride of Frankenstein. With her curly hair, I can make it stand straight up. And Kenna is going to be a kitty. I'm awful, I haven't done anything for Shaun because he won't be going trick or treat. Aaron's Aunt Gill (pronounced Jill, hey it's British) will be taking the girls trick or treating because I have to work, and there is no chance of getting it off. That's OK, I got Thanksgiving and Christmas off work, so it's a pretty fair trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2623177225782567982?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2623177225782567982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2623177225782567982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2623177225782567982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2623177225782567982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-addendum.html' title='my addendum'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-8596659013856782514</id><published>2008-10-22T16:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:17:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll start breathing again......eventually</title><content type='html'>Freakishly horrible, sick, scary, awful, my heart is still in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the grocery store today with the girls. We were walking holding hands. And this old lady starts backing up without ever looking. She actually bumps Avery with the car and I push Avery behind me. Does she stop? NO!!!!!! She kept backing up, into us! I kept pushing the girls back.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I hit her car. Now most people something banging your trunk would make you stop. Not her. I think she was too deaf. So I just pounded the crap out of her car till I put a dent in the trunk. At first she screams at me for hitting the car, "I'm gonna make you pay for that dent, What are you kitting my car for?"  Well, the Dad in me came out and I called her a demented psycho old bat who is too old to drive and to get the hell off the road. I think I may have said a few more words I probably shouldn't have in front of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got off the phone with the police. I told them I was a little too mean, but they need to go talk to her. She needs to realize there is a time when enjoying the extra freedom of driving is not worth killing a kid.&lt;br /&gt;OK.... I'm off my high horse. I just needed to share my terror with the rest of you. My breathing should slow down by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-8596659013856782514?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8596659013856782514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=8596659013856782514' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8596659013856782514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/8596659013856782514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-start-breathing-againeventually.html' title='I&apos;ll start breathing again......eventually'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-4452403359569639113</id><published>2008-10-16T23:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:55:17.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>You've been tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules Are-&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog. &lt;a href="http://vidal12home.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vidal12home.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 random and/or wierd facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Let each person know they've ben tagged, by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like to go out much. I used to love to go out and hang out with friends. But my favorite thing to do now is stay at home and watch movies with Aaron or play 'Cosmic Cows' with the girls. I think part of it is because I am so busy anyway. My girlfriends have a hard time getting me to go out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a master at probably the most disgusting part of being in a hospital: catheters. Some of my friends call me "The catheter Queen" and call me for a particularly difficult 'stick'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have the bestest in laws in the world!! Esther, Aaron's sister, is my best friend. And I love hanging out with the fam. His cute grandparents call me. His mom and dad check in on me to make sure I'm doing ok. I am so sad when one of them decides to move away. (yeah, I'm pointing my finger at YOU, Ruthie and Jared!) When I tease Aaron saying they love me more than him, he says, "I already know that." hehehe No psycho in laws for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can sleep anytime, anywhere, for any length of time. Once, when Aaron took the girls to my mother in laws house, I think I slept for a grand total of 20 hours! Still had a hard time waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am book smart, medicine smart, but am really a huge ditz. Life is kept organized through lists and piles of paper. Drives Aaron crazy how flaky I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a pretty darn good cook. I can make gourmet meals and &lt;em&gt;killer &lt;/em&gt;fish tacos. There is only one place in Utah that makes better fish tacos. And it's because of their jalapeno cilantro sauce. We love to barbeque, every year for the Fourth of July we have a huge barbeque for Aaron's family. But, I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;to clean up the mess of cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My house is an ark. I love animals. Have lots. We have: a five foot long snake (ball python) named Jezebel. A lizard (leopard gecko) named Spotty. An 80 gallon aquarium with Ruby Nosed Tetras, Discus fish, Kuhli loaches, and fresh water shrimp. And....... drum roll please..... a PUPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I couldn't make the cute little graphic for this thing work, sorry guys. Again, blogging is too technical for me.&lt;br /&gt;The people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie I know Grant has already done this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Kricket&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;br /&gt;Mark AND Alicia&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the puppy news, you'll have to wait for more of that later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-4452403359569639113?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4452403359569639113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=4452403359569639113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4452403359569639113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4452403359569639113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-403325127940152413</id><published>2008-09-23T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:21:43.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>This &lt;em&gt;FREAKING CUTE&lt;/em&gt; background is thanks to my sister, Lauri. She took pity on me and did the background for me. She even put on it a picture of my favoritest place in the world, Currant creek. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. Yeah, she love me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-403325127940152413?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/403325127940152413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=403325127940152413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/403325127940152413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/403325127940152413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-1250392446767432285</id><published>2008-09-23T21:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:18:37.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.......</title><content type='html'>So, Dad yelled at me today for not updating my blog. So I am taking a few moments just to write. Sorry no pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am now officially a Cardiac Nurse. Got the results back and I got a 100%, I'm happy. I killed myself taking those courses. Now I just have to finish the Critical Care coursework and I'll feel a little more human........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a hundred times better. Still have a nagging cough that won't quite go away. That's ok, its the norm with pneumonia. And I find I HAVE to make myself slow down and rest. I do get tired quickly. But, my Dr keeps saying that is a good thing. Maybe I'll actually listen to him for once........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun just had his first b-day on Thurs. We had a lot of fun. I just couldn't bring myself to having everyone over for cake. So, it was just our little family. And, I REALLY enjoyed it. Shaun got to take all the time in the world with his toys. And there was no stress. We got him a little push car, firetruck. Complete with flashing light. He went crazy for it. The funny thing is, he wouldn't leave it alone. He was  so pissed when we took him away from it for cake. He took one lick of cake off my finger and then was done. He cracks me up...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery just had her last game of soccer on Saturday. She got a medal. So funny. "Mom, is this medal &lt;em&gt;real metal? &lt;/em&gt;Wow! It must be worth a lot." She is still so pleased with her medal. It looks like this new medication she is on will finally do the trick for her croup. Her cough has been so much better........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKenna, is still just as funny as ever. She just lost a tooth. And has been telling everyone how the toof fairy poofed her toof. She had to run over to the neighbors in her pjs to tell them all about it.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am alive. We are doing so much better. Dare I say it? Things are going good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-1250392446767432285?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1250392446767432285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=1250392446767432285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1250392446767432285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1250392446767432285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life.......'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5924191278181799875</id><published>2008-09-13T16:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:25:18.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im feeling better now....</title><content type='html'>I am now off my pity party. My nervous breakdown is officially over. I figure I should give you all a background to my little breakdown I had last week. So..... I got pneumonia. I mean I have been SICK. Still not quite over it yet. I was so sick my lung capacity actually went down to 60%. So you can imagine, I couldn't breathe, was exhausted, coughed so much my chest hurt all the time. Well, the night before, my new manager gave me a hard time for calling in sick for the next 3 days. She actually made me drive in to work at 11:00 at night with a doctors note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday comes, and Aaron goes fishing for the WHOLE day. I was OK with that, he'd been planning this trip for weeks, but it was hard on me. My children could smell that I was weak! I lay down to take a nap with Shaun, and when I wake up, the girls had a food fight. They had ground popcorn and graham crackers into the carpet in the family room and the hallway and the kitchen floor had a fine powder covering it.  OK, breathe deep, I don't yell, I just hand them the broom and vacuum and go downstairs with the baby to work on my blog. Well, then you know what happens, I lose it. Of course it only got better. When I got upstairs, the girls pulled every blanket, pillow, sheet, and stuffed animal off their beds and made a fort in the middle of the graham cracker-popcorn sand dune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up just sitting down and crying. McKenna just looked at me and said: "Oh, Dad's gonna beat our butts!"  And suddenly they were furiously cleaning. I called Aaron and he came home early to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's still no sheets on their beds. I haven't gotten enough energy to do that yet. The pneumonia is clearing up. Sometimes I have a hard time breathing. I'm on a lot of steroids to try to bring down the inflammation that has built up in my lungs. I tried to go back to work last night. That didn't turn out too good. I'm gonna wait till next week to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my house isn't perfect, but I'm starting to feel better. I'm no longer insane. And I don't cough so hard I puke. So it &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; getting better. Hey, at least I don't have to mop Ike out of my house like some people I know. And Julie, Ruthie, you guys are in my prayers. At least your safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5924191278181799875?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5924191278181799875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5924191278181799875' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5924191278181799875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5924191278181799875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-feeling-better-now.html' title='Im feeling better now....'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-4180551422496254079</id><published>2008-09-06T15:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:17:39.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>That's it! I give up! Maybe it's the fact that I am worn out from having 3 sick kids, or maybe it's the fact that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; has finally kicked my butt. It could be that my house is a complete disaster. Or I am tired of working full time and trying to be a mommy. All those classes and meetings work is making me take added to home work, dance, class projects, soccer, you know "family stuff." But I am POOPED. I mean lay on the couch and watch disinterestedly as the kids try to kill each other. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I killed my cute blog. The sunflowers stopped showing up, instead there was a stupid "Upgrade NOW!" I tried to fix it and got this all white beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to post a few pictures, and it will not accept the HTML from slide.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO.......... I GIVE UP!&lt;/em&gt; I am done trying to make this piece of crap look cute. Don't know when I'll get pictures on either. Sorry folks..... too  tired and this is one more thing taking up energy. If pictures get on here, it will have to be Aaron to do it.&lt;br /&gt;As far as us being sick, we're OK, I promise. I'm the only one who got pneumonia. We think we figured out why  Avery's getting croup and how to prevent it. And I am going to sleep for for the next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-4180551422496254079?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4180551422496254079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=4180551422496254079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4180551422496254079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/4180551422496254079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-642794163500924535</id><published>2008-08-27T15:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:33:00.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in the name of Mommy</title><content type='html'>This is a funny story I just found. I thought it would be a fun one to post for the day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we're in the library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked. There've been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this more than last week at Costco.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall:&lt;br /&gt;'Mommy, are you gonna go potty?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Why are you putting toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?'&lt;br /&gt;At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity. Cade continued:&lt;br /&gt;'Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty?&lt;br /&gt;Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... Mommy! I'm trying to see In dere.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I see dem. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get some candy!'&lt;br /&gt;I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, 'Why don't you look in Mommy's purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both have some!'&lt;br /&gt;'No, I'm trying to see doze more stinkies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Mommy!'&lt;br /&gt;He started to gag at this point.&lt;br /&gt;'Uh - oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna frow up.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!!&lt;br /&gt;Dat is so gross!!'&lt;br /&gt;As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;'Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies! Get up! Get up!'&lt;br /&gt;He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;You wooking under da door?&lt;br /&gt;What were you wooking at?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy? You wooking at the wady's feet?'&lt;br /&gt;More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation.&lt;br /&gt;'Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy.'&lt;br /&gt;He started pounding on the door. 'Mommy, don't you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!'&lt;br /&gt;I saw that my 'wait 'em out' plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud. My first thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, 'Where's the fine print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my dignity and privacy?' But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-642794163500924535?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/642794163500924535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=642794163500924535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/642794163500924535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/642794163500924535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-in-name-of-mommy.html' title='All in the name of Mommy'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2123527888777960352</id><published>2008-08-20T14:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:46:50.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE! Does it ever mellow out?</title><content type='html'>OK, so a quick update. I know I haven't posted in a million years. We have been BUSY the last bit of summer. We went camping at Currant Creek, 2 days later we went to Bear Lake (Lauri and Toni eat your hearts out ;) THEN we went to Mom and Dad's for a week and a half. We got home in the early morning on Thursday, I had a meeting for work Thursday afternoon. Had to work Fri, Sat, and Sun. Avery had a soccer game Sat morning, afterwards we went school shopping. And school just started on Monday. And of course add to that our normal life of soccer Tuesdays and Saturdays and dance on Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures bit by bit of our vacations. I am willing to bet that by the time I post about California, it will probably be snowing and cold. But, hey, maybe that will be a good thing. And &lt;em&gt;GINGER &lt;/em&gt;that stink, those pictures were from &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;camera, and she had to post some of my favorite ones! So, don't be surprised if you see them again!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2123527888777960352?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2123527888777960352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2123527888777960352' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2123527888777960352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2123527888777960352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-does-it-ever-mellow-out.html' title='LIFE! Does it ever mellow out?'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-9050390516906054384</id><published>2008-07-31T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:34:26.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>I am finally getting this blogging crap right.&lt;br /&gt;So, we bought a Wii. And it was a GREAT idea. We spend quite a few nights having Guitar Hero and bowling championships. McKenna kills us all at bowling and Avery is quite the good guitar player. I thought I would give you all a glimpse at one of our competitions. It is so fun watching Avery's intensity as she's trying to "kill' Dad. (She doesn't have to worry about me, she wins every time.) McKenna loves to rock out and ham it up. &lt;br /&gt;For your listening pleasure I have also included one of their favorite songs to play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-9050390516906054384?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/9050390516906054384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=9050390516906054384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/9050390516906054384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/9050390516906054384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/07/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-5923300679506151551</id><published>2008-07-31T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:36:35.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761522604942&amp;amp;site=widget-8e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761522604942&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p1/2882303761522604942/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761522604942&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p2/2882303761522604942/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761522604942&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p4/2882303761522604942/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-5923300679506151551?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/5923300679506151551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=5923300679506151551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5923300679506151551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/5923300679506151551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Live concert'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-6292924137013775514</id><published>2008-07-13T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:28:59.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW WHAT?</title><content type='html'>OK..... one of the things I liked about a blog was I liked the idea of changing my background to suit my mood. I do, and I lose a bunch of stuff from my blog. So, why did I lose my play list and side elements when I changed the background? And how do I keep it from happening again? HELP before I give this whole thing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-6292924137013775514?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6292924137013775514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=6292924137013775514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6292924137013775514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6292924137013775514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-what.html' title='NOW WHAT?'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-106449031562674873</id><published>2008-07-12T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:06:42.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761520567853&amp;amp;site=widget-2d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761520567853&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/p1/2882303761520567853/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761520567853&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/p2/2882303761520567853/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761520567853&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/p4/2882303761520567853/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-106449031562674873?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/106449031562674873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=106449031562674873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/106449031562674873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/106449031562674873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-3531504621394291907</id><published>2008-07-07T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:57:13.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought technology was supposed to make my life easier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken these really funny pictures to go with that really funny story of Shaun being systematically turned into a girl. And, here I am, feeling so clever about myself. I know how to work this. Blogging is easy. I hurry and download the pictures from my new camera to the computer. They are so cute. Do I want to burn a copy of the pictures to a CD? my computer asks. No, I am IT savvy, I can do that later. Then I write the blog, oh everyone will love the story! I post my blog, then go to post the pictures. AND THEY ARE GONE! I can't find them when I browse under blogspot. I click back to my desktop, and somehow my pictures are lost in the circuitry of my computer. I swear, I was just looking at them. So, at one in the morning I am screaming curse words at the computer and am so glad my children are asleep and cannot hear. Finally I find the @#^^%#$#!#&amp;amp; pictures, who knows where. OK, I found them, so now I will copy them to a file that will be easy to find. Click, click copy. I am back on track. I close the photos and there is my desktop. Covered in over &lt;strong&gt;400&lt;/strong&gt; labels for my pictures. Not only did the pictures go to the desktop, they multiplied from 60 to 400. And of course, I cannot find the 2 pictures I want to post. So, if at 2 in the morning you thought your ears were burning. That was me verbally abusing the spawn of Satan in metal form sitting on my desk. So, here I am days later, with a blog only partially completed unable to fix the mess. Every time I sit at my computer I now repeat my mantra......"I will not club the computer to death with the camera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....... and eventually you might get to see those pictures of Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-3531504621394291907?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/3531504621394291907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=3531504621394291907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3531504621394291907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/3531504621394291907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-thought-technology-was-supposed-to.html' title='I thought technology was supposed to make my life easier!'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-6104333850390557960</id><published>2008-07-03T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:12:20.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my poor boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So..... the Sother day, I hear the girls just CRACKING up. I mean cackling with laughter. And I can also hear Shaun complaining. Not crying, not screaming, just complaining. Now, this is usually fairly common in my home. The girls will take him away to some corner of the house to play together. But, this time, I thought I would see what was going on. So, I find the kids all in the bathroom together. The girls had gotten earrings on him. And were trying to pin him down to put make up on as well. Lucky for him he almost weighs as much as McKenna. Avery made him happy again by giving him one of her toys to play with. He is going to be lucky to make it to manhood with any semblance of dignity intact....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-6104333850390557960?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6104333850390557960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=6104333850390557960' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6104333850390557960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/6104333850390557960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-poor-boy.html' title='Oh, my poor boy'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2168161070400533893</id><published>2008-06-28T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:13:32.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like hot stuff at the moment. I just got a cute background. What else is more appropriate than an evergreen tree for living in the mountains? Of course, I &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;trying to find a fishing one. But, I couldn't. I'll have to try another website. Oh, and &lt;em&gt;NO, &lt;/em&gt;it was &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; as easy as cute and paste. (Ahem.....Shelli and Lauri) All of my past posts went all dark and you could barely see them! It took me a while to figure out how to fix it, of course once I did, I realized it would be easy as pie. It really is a pain being technologically retarded in today's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2168161070400533893?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2168161070400533893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2168161070400533893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2168161070400533893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2168161070400533893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-figured-it-out.html' title='I figured it out!'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7025373142084501997</id><published>2008-06-25T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:13:53.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOOK what you guys made me do!!!!! I hope it is pretty obvious how much I love my family. I finally got the gumption and decided to tackle this beast. You know it only happened because of the (numerous) proddings I have received from you guys...... And look, I even managed to get in a slide show of my pictures! Of course, it only took me till one in the morning to figure it all out. Next stop, a cute background. But that will have to wait. One thing at a time. The weird thing is, I both love and hate doing this. Love it, because it is like electronic scrap booking. And I can keep in touch with my family all over the world. Hate it because it is so painfully slow to do. So my goal is to do a posting every two weeks. Pictures and all. So, really, only expect a new posting once a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7025373142084501997?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7025373142084501997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7025373142084501997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7025373142084501997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7025373142084501997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-what-you-guys-made-me-do-i-hope-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7942556782943606286</id><published>2008-06-25T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:46:13.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "scenery"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761518760622&amp;amp;site=widget-ae.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761518760622&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/p1/2882303761518760622/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761518760622&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/p2/2882303761518760622/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761518760622&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/p4/2882303761518760622/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7942556782943606286?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7942556782943606286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7942556782943606286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7942556782943606286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7942556782943606286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-slide-show_25.html' title='The &quot;scenery&quot;'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-1492735622115453474</id><published>2008-06-25T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:45:38.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures at arches</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761518759708&amp;amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761518759708&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/2882303761518759708/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761518759708&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/2882303761518759708/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761518759708&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p4/2882303761518759708/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-1492735622115453474?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1492735622115453474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=1492735622115453474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1492735622115453474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/1492735622115453474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Pictures at arches'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-2012021851060562344</id><published>2008-06-11T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:47:00.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arches</title><content type='html'>Let's see if I can do this, this is my fist time trying to add photos. It's a work in progress!. Maybe once I figure this out, I'll learn how to add cute snippets. But, one thing at a time!!! This is our trip to Arches and Dead Horse Point that we went on a few months ago. We camped overnight and the weather was windy and cold. We could barely keep the fire going. During the day the weather was perfect. And the desert flowers were just starting. The girls love hiking, they are better at it than Aaron and I. And Shaun loved his first camping trip. We went with Aaron's brother and sister in law, Mark and Alicia and their girl Maddy. And Madison was so funny on her little leash. Can you blame me for loving to live in Utah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-2012021851060562344?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2012021851060562344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=2012021851060562344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2012021851060562344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/2012021851060562344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/06/arches.html' title='Arches'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717305151985433194.post-7283670633556718387</id><published>2008-05-19T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:57:00.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I getting myself into?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;OK! OK! Look what you all have done to me. I am now creating my own blog. I just hope I can keep up. Personally I blame Lauri for her very funny and very cute blog. Of course the nice thing is, it is a million times easier to keep in touch and send info out this way than sending a hundred different emails. I'm not that hot at sending emails. Lets hope I'll be better at this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717305151985433194-7283670633556718387?l=kristifritzel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7283670633556718387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7717305151985433194&amp;postID=7283670633556718387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7283670633556718387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717305151985433194/posts/default/7283670633556718387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifritzel.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-am-i-getting-myself-into.html' title='What am I getting myself into?'/><author><name>kristifritzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230872456826659356</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
