<?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-1184807784181877351</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:26:31.797-07:00</updated><category term='marathon'/><category term='peter jennings'/><category term='wyatt earp'/><category term='bon jovi'/><category term='mcsteamy'/><category term='webkinz.'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='garth brooks'/><category term='10 people no living that i would love to meet and why.'/><category term='craftsman'/><category term='mcdreamy'/><category term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category term='manhood'/><category term='atkins'/><category term='help me.'/><category term='walk/run'/><category term='seriously'/><category term='body flow'/><category term='lawnmowers'/><category term='ronald reagan'/><category term='LPN'/><category term='rock it out'/><category term='spring'/><category term='chores'/><category term='daughtry'/><category term='love of my life'/><category term='mowing the lawn'/><category term='golds gym'/><category term='sucks ass'/><category term='kids'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='meridith'/><category term='gymboree'/><category term='medicine man'/><category term='college'/><category term='fall'/><category term='poison'/><category term='sick. flu'/><category term='hubsters'/><category term='pelvis lifts'/><category term='fatgirl'/><category term='doc holiday'/><category term='RN'/><category term='jackie kennedy'/><category term='weight watchers'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='princess diana'/><category term='tball.'/><category term='love'/><category term='wii fit'/><category term='weight'/><category term='pneumonia'/><title type='text'>Free and easy down the road I go..</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of me, my family including 3 circus clowns..oh right ahem... kids..... and my life as a Nurse, college student and some days crazy lady. there are days that I DO remember my name is something other than Mommy..... wait whats my name again?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-6377382259294088155</id><published>2009-12-30T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:07:13.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well folks, I am venturing to a new project.  I am going to join my Gymbofriends gals and attempt a 365 picture blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come join me!!!!! I would love to have you follow me over there! I will be adding you guys to my new blog so I can follow you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fryor365.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://fryor365.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-6377382259294088155?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6377382259294088155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=6377382259294088155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6377382259294088155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6377382259294088155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-folks-i-am-venturing-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-9206182253867279350</id><published>2009-10-31T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:42:50.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>articles about Chad Michael.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/10/27/afghan.deaths/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/10/27/afghan.deaths/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justnews.com/news/21450024/detail.html"&gt;http://www.justnews.com/news/21450024/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/news/southflorida/story/1305615.html"&gt;http://www.miamiherald.com/news/southflorida/story/1305615.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sungazette.com/page/content.detail/id/534509.html?nav=5011"&gt;http://www.sungazette.com/page/content.detail/id/534509.html?nav=5011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-9206182253867279350?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9206182253867279350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=9206182253867279350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/9206182253867279350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/9206182253867279350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/articles-about-chad-michael.html' title='articles about Chad Michael.'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-190736703804400278</id><published>2009-10-31T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:31:47.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another sad week...</title><content type='html'>This week has been a hard week. A person I went to highschool with, have known for most of my life, and ran in the fire department with him, his brother and his dad was killed in Afghanistan last Tuesday.  His father, Jeff passed away in 2003. You may have seen it on the news, he was one of 3 DEA agents killed in Afghanistan when their helicopters crashed.  His name was Chad Michael and he was 30 yrs old. He is a true HERO.  He is the type of man that I will teach my children about.&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Chad, may the angels light your way to heaven where you surely belong, I hope that you are reunited with your dad.  Look down on us and smile knowing how much we love you and honor you. You are a true American Hero and we will honor your memory forever. You are the hero I will teach my children about and  honor.  Know  that your sacrifice will never be forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-190736703804400278?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/190736703804400278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=190736703804400278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/190736703804400278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/190736703804400278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-sad-week.html' title='another sad week...'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8006138109956168420</id><published>2009-10-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:45:34.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mourning the loss with another mommy.... and blissfully thankful</title><content type='html'>Today, I  am saddened. A friend on a board I am on, a blog that I follow {and one of my followers as well} lost her husband late last week- her best friend and her soulmate. The father of her children.  She is so young, and is  now a Widow, and now a single mother of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to fathom the depth of her loss, or her children's loss, but in this moment I am blissfully thankful for my hubster- and as I posted on facebook this weekend, everything I was irritated about 2 days ago, a week ago, hell a month ago is forgotten. All is forgiven. he was telling me just this am about a near head on accident he almost had on the mountain and all at once I was terrified. He kept saying "Chrissi, it wasn't my fault" well that is not any consolation if hes not here..... Well thank you but it wasn't HIS fault..... that wouldn't make him any less gone. and I am just not strong enough to raise the kids on my own without him. This I know.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today if everyone could just say a prayer for Joanna and her family....... here is her blog... her husband's is also on my blog roll... Barry the Blade as I have been reading his blogs for awhile as well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixbendersandadog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sixbendersandadog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, and hug your loved ones tight today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8006138109956168420?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8006138109956168420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8006138109956168420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8006138109956168420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8006138109956168420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/mourning-loss-with-another-mommy-and.html' title='mourning the loss with another mommy.... and blissfully thankful'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8900201480746862621</id><published>2009-09-21T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:14:16.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown.........to.......GREY's</title><content type='html'>How many of you girls are watching? admit it.....  how many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;~~~~~Raising hands... ME ME ME ME~ I will be watching it!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be in Boston for a Hospice/Palliative Care conference for work but have already told the hubster that in light of sight seeing on Thursday night I will hole myself up in my bed at the HILTON...which by the way ladies I will probably never ever get to stay in again in my lifetime...with some good take out and watch Grey's.&lt;br /&gt;Because who doesn't want to see how it plays out with the whole George and Izzy dying, who isn't dying to see how it ends? Seriously...... who isn't going to put aside everything to watch on Thursday night? why? because its what JESUS WOULD FREAKIN DO!!!!!!!!!!!! in the words of Isobel Stevens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more disclaimer before I end this blog... there was a rather nasty comment to one of my last postings... I am FAIRLY sure I know where it came from, pisses me off either way- because the person who posted really lost all rights to judge me or anyone in my family a LONG time ago.  I just want to clarify-  I do what I do FOR my family. I go to school to make a better life for my kids, I volunteer at my kids school, I put my kids to bed each night, dinner is made each night and I do whatever I can to make the best for my family. not one person has the right to judge or act holier than thou or tell me lines should have been drawn a long time ago, because really, shes right - a line was drawn a long time ago, and it wasn't me that drew it...but hey I won't play that game.   I wish that I could be a stay at home mother, unfortunatley I can't. i am just thankful to have  a stable and secure job. Because god forbid, if something were to happen to my husbands job or my husband I would be able to support and take care of my family.... would  YOU {and this person knows who they are}...be able to say the same.????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children love me, my husband loves me and really at the end of the day...thats all that REALLY freaking matters.  so really... if you don't like what I write or who I am, you don't have to read. and thats all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8900201480746862621?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8900201480746862621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8900201480746862621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8900201480746862621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8900201480746862621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdowntogreys.html' title='countdown.........to.......GREY&apos;s'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-5345933984416338389</id><published>2009-09-21T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:01:49.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people of walmart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;www.peopleofwalmart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all my friends..... thats all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-5345933984416338389?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5345933984416338389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=5345933984416338389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5345933984416338389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5345933984416338389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-of-walmart.html' title='people of walmart....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8088159088563246809</id><published>2009-09-20T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:07:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have become one of those......</title><content type='html'>you know..one of those bloggers, who drop off the face of the earth, stop blogging and leave people hanging. Although I am quite sure that i only have one or MAYBE 2 followers- I thought that I was blogging for my own sanity, and for my children to read later on so that they can REALLY know what their mamma was thinking when they were little and they were all in my way when I was trying to do my homework, or cook, or house work and yelling at them at the same time to "get out of my kitchen, let ,me do my homework, do YOUR homework, for the love of god EAT your food, or my personal fave these days... please please just POOP in the potty. " Somehow these last few months I have lost myself. Only to find myself buried in my school work, J's school work, P entering Pre-K, Wy going through seperation anxiety of P entering Pre-k, trying to spend time with the family while trying to balance working midnights and school, balancing the friends that understand that I have a ummm exscuse the language "shitload" of well...shit going on, and the friends who don't get it and choose to call me out on it, oh yeah throw in a traditional naming ceremony for both J and I in this summer, a 23 hr drive to Wisconsin, and oh yeah... a almost 5 yr old who still will not SHIT in the potty and you have yourself a very available Chrissi.&lt;br /&gt;A Chrissi who for the first time in 3 years actually WENT to a salon to get her hair cut in a very stylish short, stacked bob {yes it was 20 inches that was donated to locks of love...thank you very much} a Chrissi who for the first time in 3 years WENT BACK to the salon 4 weeks later to get said hair cut trimmed and flat ironed and who bought products from the Salon to keep her hair that way. This is a Chrissi who is going to Boston this week for a conference for work that while I am sad to leave my three little fledgling with their daddy and worried that he might be able to handle it.... well.. he will just have to deal. and when he mentioned to me today that he was sad that I would not be able to go to his 20th highschool reunion this week, I almost laughed at him... I mean SERIOUSLY? you gofishing, hunting, play your music... blah blah and I get what? to go to work and school... yeah I feel bad for YOU. So yea I am excited about going to a conference for 2 days in Boston without you... and without the kids.... and I won't be back in time for you to show off your gloriously fat wife to all your buddies at Marshall? Awwwww... I am devestated~!!!! Oh you have to figure out what to do with the kids and who will watch them so you can take your ass to see people that you haven't seen in 20 years and probably are fat too? again... so sad... I met one of your highshool buddies last year rememeber? we went to some club, I met him and his sister, talked to him about things I didnt even find interesting and then we had to go find him in a van while he smoked up to tell him good bye.... good times man...good times......&lt;br /&gt;Hell I didn't e ven go to MY 10th class reunion... why would I want to take myself to yours? But ok... if it makes you feel better that I act all sad and dismayed that my flight won't get back into Dulles until `1145 and I will miss the tour of the school, the big ol Marshall Football game, and the happy hour? yeah,..... lets roll with that.... I can play that game........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8088159088563246809?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8088159088563246809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8088159088563246809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8088159088563246809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8088159088563246809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-become-one-of-those.html' title='I have become one of those......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-5060703054017142795</id><published>2009-04-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:07:28.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long week.</title><content type='html'>this has been a long week.  it goes a little something like this: Work {12M-8a}, get Jadyn to school, sleep for 2 1./2 hrs , get up so the d-man can go to work, play with the boys, get Jadyn from school. Homework- the never ending freaking fight. every.night. , dinner, baths and bedtime. my kids are in bed by 7. period. every night. because if they aren't. a}mommy gets grouchy and b}  Jadyn does not wake up in time for school and is a BEAR to get ready. not to mention the d-man very rarely gets up on time so they are always running late. if Jadyn does not get at least 10-11 hrs of sleep a night she is a bear in the am.&lt;br /&gt;so around 8 I lay down for a quick 3 hr nap before work. Two nights a week I am in class and two nights a week sometimes 3 Jadyn is in baseball. so i am toast by time my weekend {every other} rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was full of work, school, kids, earth day promises, clipping coupons {trying to save money} and getting things ready for the yard sale this weekend {all in hopes to buy a skirt I so desperatley want Jadyn to have from gymboree that is still full price lol} . Do you see sleep mentioned in there? nope, because there was very little. Today I had every intention of  sleeping all day. unfortunately a melt down before J went to school prevented that because somewhere in my tiredness I made a promise to come have lunch with Jadyn, which I did, by the way because the love of my daughter over rides my tiredness and because I just can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am heading to yard sale some stuff at the community yard sale, and Jadyn also has a soft ball game. I am already feeling guilty, but I am so tired that I may see if Jadyn can get a ride to the game. I just. can't. do . it.&lt;br /&gt;I need some sleep. and some sanity.&lt;br /&gt;So I will post more soon. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-5060703054017142795?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5060703054017142795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=5060703054017142795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5060703054017142795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5060703054017142795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-week.html' title='long week.'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-98964952784936310</id><published>2009-04-15T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:02:12.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving his power wheels to surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcnursiegirl/3443119734/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3443119734_2c1413dede_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcnursiegirl/3443119734/"&gt;Driving his power wheels to surgery&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mcnursiegirl/"&gt;Chrissi6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this past Monday, April 13th Patrick had surgery. minor surgery, but surgery at that. Tubes and adenoids. he has had alot of ear infections this year, as well as some hearing loss associated with it, and alot of respiratory infections including several ER visits and 2 bouts of pneumonia this year one requiring a hospital stay. &lt;br /&gt;so we took him to an ENT and we opted to do tubes and adenoids.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well. Loudoun  Inova Hospital was wonderful, the new surgery center amazing. they even had a power wheels he could drive back to the OR. which he was cool with, until he realized at the swinging doors tha tmommy and daddy were no longer with him. ok, lets be real here. he realized MOMMY wasn't behind him. because lets be truthful, that boy is as big of a mommy's boy as it gets. D-man says he doesn't see where my ASS ends and Patrick's head begins most days. this is the child that will tell his daddy that he is on MOMMy's laptop or that he needs to lay on my side of the bed to keep it warm for me. ect ect.&lt;br /&gt;so back to my story. he parks his jeep, turns it off and says "I'm not going anywhere without my mommy". He started to cry and I started to cry. It was the worst day. i  told the d-man that it was like walking away from my 30 1/2 week miracle preemie in the NICU all over again, except this time he KNEW I was walking away and it broke. my . heart. literally.&lt;br /&gt;at 1 hr I told d-man that their time was up. someone better be bringing my baby back to me. the Dr. came out shortly after and told us that all went well, his adenoids were bigger than expected so they were blocking his nasal passages and they had some hard time getting them out. then they took us back to the PACU and I could hear my baby screaming for us as soon as the doors opened. {ok again, lets be real here.... he was screaming for MOMMY} God love the anestheliogist he was cradling patrick who was still out of it but screaming for me in his arms. I sat down and he put him in my arms and i started to crying just as hard as he was. just so happy that he was back in my arms, that he was ok, and that there were no effects from the anesthesia. he got Morphine in the recovery, and came home where he has been napping, eating popsicles and sphagettios and just in general enjoying snuggling in mommy and daddy's bed, Ahem..... MOMMY's bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-98964952784936310?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/98964952784936310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=98964952784936310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/98964952784936310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/98964952784936310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-his-power-wheels-to-surgery.html' title='Driving his power wheels to surgery'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3443119734_2c1413dede_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-948359682483566996</id><published>2009-04-15T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:40:48.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wyatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SeYqAKIbn6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0oFZtGM43eo/s1600-h/blwoing+out+candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324989791620276130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SeYqAKIbn6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0oFZtGM43eo/s320/blwoing+out+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little baby turned 3 on Easter Sunday. 3. sniff..sniff..... Happy Birthday to Wyatt Vaughn Fryor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truley, he is our "surprise" baby. As I am sure many, many babies are. When I was pregnant with Patrick, I had so many issues and health problems, that when they did my emergency C-Section at 30 1/2 weeks, the doctor really recommended that we have no more children. that my body just couldn't handle it. so we were done. there wasn't enough time to sign a consent for a tubal during the time they were delivering Patrick, and to be honest I probably wouldn't have signed it. I had a really hard time signing it when I had Wyatt. but we were done. we said it, so it must have been true right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 5 months. Smartie pants Chrissi the nurse was sure that since I was breastfeeding, I wasn't going to get pregnant. because didn't I JUST learn in nursing school that this was the way that many people in the middle east used natural birth control? by breast feeding? imagine that..... at 5 months of age Patrick was about to be come a big brother. When he was 15 months old I had his little brother. what a day. little Wyatt was here and has changed our lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been our little spitfire, our devil, our child of no fear since the day he was born. he is the one that will throw anyone he can under the bus, the one we find at the top of the shelves throwing candy to the other two, the one who last year jumped off the top of the bleachers and got a concussion. yup he is our ball of fire and you know what we wouldnt change a darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are however, done. a tubal ligation took care of that.&lt;br /&gt;So heres to you my little man, my little Wyatt Vaughn {who by the way my mom got to pick his first name, and his middle name is my mom's middle name.} Happy 3rd birthday, mommy love love loves you,,,,,,tooty pooty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-948359682483566996?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/948359682483566996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=948359682483566996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/948359682483566996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/948359682483566996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-wyatt.html' title='Happy Birthday Wyatt'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SeYqAKIbn6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0oFZtGM43eo/s72-c/blwoing+out+candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-2126672625856267378</id><published>2009-04-08T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:13:00.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Ok I'll admit it...</title><content type='html'>I have slacked. big time. in blogging. I don't know why, can't explain it. My schedule just has become hectic and its been hard for me to get myself on my computer much less to blog. This is the girl that several months ago, the D-man made my nice purple laptop talk to me "Chrissi where have you been, you haven't touched me in 12 hrs" and now, on my nights off I am lucky to get on and check my email. But to be fair, my email is NEVER untouched, nor is my facebook as they are both on my black berry. lazy Chrissi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today after some hard news from a friend, I got on and just did my 2 little blogs and felt better. Almost, as t hough it is therapeutic. like a journal for me. So I vowed to myself that I won't slack again. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2126672625856267378?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2126672625856267378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2126672625856267378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2126672625856267378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2126672625856267378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-ok-ill-admit-it.html' title='Ok Ok I&apos;ll admit it...'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-1761224191624828227</id><published>2009-04-08T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:24:31.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just some pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0irL241pI/AAAAAAAAADI/vKOwmSQy71Y/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322448459934520978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0irL241pI/AAAAAAAAADI/vKOwmSQy71Y/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just a pic of the boys with their new glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0irOXBufI/AAAAAAAAADA/SSFvmDaVmlE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322448460606192114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0irOXBufI/AAAAAAAAADA/SSFvmDaVmlE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadyn getting ready for opening day baseball ceromonies. she got bumped up to the girls softball league thisyear and she is kicking some TAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0iq2bC5KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VbUvnZZhVuc/s1600-h/jadyn+slugging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322448454180594850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0iq2bC5KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VbUvnZZhVuc/s320/jadyn+slugging.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my girl got a TRIPLE! go Jadyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0iq6HWAqI/AAAAAAAAACw/WJrgVEadzEs/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322448455171703458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0iq6HWAqI/AAAAAAAAACw/WJrgVEadzEs/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St patrick's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0iqpNoWcI/AAAAAAAAACo/m_3YBs-4Jjs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322448450634668482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0iqpNoWcI/AAAAAAAAACo/m_3YBs-4Jjs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadyn on St patricks day. which also turned out to be the day of Spring Pictures. who does that&gt;? and who tells a class full of first graders that if they don't wear green they will get pinched? seriously! jadyn was convinced if she didn't wear green for pics that she would get pinched. my compromise? a jean skirt, a white polo gap shirt, white tights with shamrocks, a green and white pony o and her first pair of dangly earrings- shamrocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-1761224191624828227?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1761224191624828227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=1761224191624828227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1761224191624828227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1761224191624828227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-some-pics.html' title='just some pics.'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/Sd0irL241pI/AAAAAAAAADI/vKOwmSQy71Y/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-6244197277885921969</id><published>2009-04-08T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:14:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it called in your house??</title><content type='html'>you know....S.E.X. what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our house we have always snuck around the word. Not really snuck around it, but we just don't say it. Not that I am embarressed by the word by any means. SEX SEX SEX. I love the word, I love the act. period.   We just have kids that repeat Every. Darn. Word. That. We. Say. So we have always just said "you wanna have you know what?" and we always knew what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;we have to plan it. I know it sounds stupid, but I work midnights, and I go to school full time, and the D-man works second shift. so we don't see each other often during the week. so we always plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;ME: I am off tomorrow night- wanna have you know what?&lt;br /&gt;D: sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until a few months ago.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I slyly said to the D-man, you wanna have you know what tonight?  Patrick my smart little 4 yr old said "WHAT are we having PIZZA tonight? Jadyn Wyatt we are having PIZZA tonight... mommy said so!"&lt;br /&gt;I said Patrick what makes you think we are having pizza?&lt;br /&gt;he said "well, you said you know what and that means pizza night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sex officially has a new name in our house. its....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA. and its a running joke in my house, and my bf's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats it called in your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-6244197277885921969?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6244197277885921969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=6244197277885921969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6244197277885921969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6244197277885921969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-it-called-in-your-house.html' title='What is it called in your house??'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-1246772132680222412</id><published>2009-03-29T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:46:16.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today....</title><content type='html'>i will post some pictures. because this has been an unbelievably bad week for me and I do believe that sharing pictures of the loves of my life will help. this afternoon, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-1246772132680222412?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1246772132680222412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=1246772132680222412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1246772132680222412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1246772132680222412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='today....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-2538119609554741933</id><published>2009-03-25T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:20:14.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golds gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pelvis lifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body flow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii fit'/><title type='text'>I hate body flow.......</title><content type='html'>seriously. So my friend has been going and she loves it. burns 600 calories a class. I have avoided the gym for a few weeks because despite my 17 lb weight loss I still feel like the Big. Fat.Loser. in the gym. So I have been doing my elipitcal at home, my wii fit{and to be honest avoiding the wii fit because to be fair. it tells me i am obese. thats not nice dude.}  and hopeing for a miracle, because when I am skinny and all I can go to the gym right? hahaha. yeah. right. I know I need the gym. I KNOW THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday my good friend Gooch says to me- "lets flow at 1030 tomorrow morning". yeah. sure. I can do that. So I dig out my yoga mat that my mommy bought me for Xmas and went. I got there, spread my mat out and the instructor started out with "this is the new body flow series, enjoy" then they started the new moves, and the trees, and the willows, and the pelvis lifts. I thought my right hip would pop out of socket. OUT. OF. SOCKET. I could do the trees {kinda.....first position only to be fair} the willow, the leg lifts ect. but the pelvis lifts? FORGET it! so after class and meditiation I packed up my bag and skipped out of the gym to pick my boys up. and then....made plans for sundays class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2538119609554741933?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2538119609554741933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2538119609554741933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2538119609554741933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2538119609554741933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-body-flow.html' title='I hate body flow.......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-9194128950454683327</id><published>2009-02-26T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:01:16.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 people no living that i would love to meet and why.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt earp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackie kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald reagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter jennings'/><title type='text'>10 people no longer living I would love to have met....and why.</title><content type='html'>well. Thanks to the handy dandy ...... I know I know your next word is NOTEBOOK...for all you Blues Clues fans. {btw... which do you like better? Steve or Joe? me personally? i love Joe- } anyway, I am backtracking. I found &lt;a href="http://www.creativityportal.com/"&gt;www.creativityportal.com&lt;/a&gt; tonight. and used their imagination prompt generator. FASCINATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my prompt for tonight. 10 people no longer living I would love to meet, and why.&lt;br /&gt;the first half are family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Oma's mom. my great-Oma Charlotteand my Great- Opa Siegfried  She died in 1981. I was 4. she lived in Germany where my Oma grew up. he died during WWII. the details have always been sketchy.  I used to love hearing stories about the war from my Oma, and I so treasure the history she has given me to pass on to my mom. I would have loved to have met her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My great grandmother Christine LaRouque who I was named after. I am part German and part Indian. my grandfather was born and raised on the LCO reservation in Hayward, WI. one of my very favorite places on this earth. I would have like to have met her to see why my mom decided I was worthy of her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am told that my great great great Grandfather was the Medicine Man of our indian tribe . well.... thats enough said I would have liked to have met him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My step-dad's father Luther. he died when my step-dad was 16. I was only lucky enough to know his mom for a year after my parents got married and she died {I was 12} I would have liked to have met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Princess Diana. because she .is. an. Icon. period. there are no two ways about it. She was classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jackie Kennedy. I have a picture of me next to the cardboard cutout of her at the Smithsonian. what a class act.&lt;br /&gt;and while we are at it. let me piggy back on this. her son..... John jr. FREAKIN HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ronald Reagan. hands down. he was one of my fave presidents. just because he was classy, he was NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wyatt Earp- because my son is named Wyatt- and because we call him Wyatt Earp. we didn't name him BECAUSE of that. but we thought it was a strong name to go along with Patrick. because can't you just see two brothers who are 15 months apart saying hey Wyatt you got my back? yeah Patrick I got your back. so yeah. I would like to meet Wyatt Earp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. and while we are at it. Doc Holiday... because who wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Peter Jennings. because what a wealth of information and history he would have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-9194128950454683327?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9194128950454683327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=9194128950454683327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/9194128950454683327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/9194128950454683327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-people-no-longer-living-i-would-love.html' title='10 people no longer living I would love to have met....and why.'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-5832416753001255800</id><published>2009-02-25T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:46:44.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tball.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick. flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pneumonia'/><title type='text'>will this winter ever end?</title><content type='html'>ok... so I LOVE winter. Love it. L to the O to the V to the E  it. but I am done. over it. finito. and we have not even gotten that much snow. my reason? Patrick's asthma has been over the top bad this winter, we already have had several ER visits with steroid shots, one hospital stay, and today another DR visit because of a cough and wheezing and fever, with a trip for an x-ray - a procedure in which my 4 yr old told me I could "wait outside" because he was a "big man". sniff. sniff. they took him in and i could hear them giggling and talking. they would snap the picture and then let him run over to see his "guts" as he called them. is it sad that my 4 yr old has had so many xrays he knows the routine and even told the lady today that he "loves xrays"? they were so impressed with how he did it was insane. the last time we had to do an ER visit he brought me "monkey" {his beloved sock monkey} and told me monkey needed a shot. thats how I knew he needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, he had a cough, and wheeze we took him to the Dr. and they said ear infection and Upper respiratory infection. which was fine. we started antibiotics. again fine. But patrick is a child that goes down the tubes. And fast. so within 1 1/2 days of starting antibiotics he was not doing any better, so I said to the  D-man, give him his nebs over night while I am at work. DO not wake him up and if he isn't better in the am I will take him back tot he DR. he went down the tubes so fast that night that we ended up with a 4 day hospital stay. Not my finest hour. So this am all the way to the Dr. I was panicking. because I will be honest. I. CAN.NOT. DO. ANOTHER. HOSPITAL. STAY. period. end of friggin story. I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;The NP hears fluid in his lungs, so off we go for the x-ray- with the other 2 kiddos in store. Jadyn by this time {who was home with an upset stomach} is convinced that NOONE in the world loves her because she didn't get to see the Dr. today. ummm hello... why pay a 20 dollar copay for them to tellme, yes Chrissi your daughters stomach is upset, yes there is a flu like virus going around, please keep her hydrated yada yada yada, all stuff that I as a nurse know. Wyatt also has a cough but at the Dr. visit today was still acting quite Wyatt like and by that I mean spawn of somethin gI am not sure of yet, but wild as anything. {by the way  WOULD not change that for the world lol} so the visit today was just for the one who just spent 4 days in the hospital 2 weeks ago, my preemie, my asthma kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;so we are at the dr- all the kids want on the table. fine. then they all want down. one. by.one. except patrick who knows that when we go he has to sit up there. Jadyn says... "I want down now"&lt;br /&gt;me: ok.. heres the deal. you either sit there and be quiet or you get down and sit on the floor and bequiet but there is no getting back up there once you are down. period. make your decision.&lt;br /&gt;Jadyn: I have thought about it and I want to get down and sit on the floor. so she gets down.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt: My want down.&lt;br /&gt;so i go through the whole speal again, because I am trying to make them understand the consequences and actions that go along with every decision so they  had the choice but both were clear once they were down they were DOWN. not 5 mintues later the NP walks in and it starts.&lt;br /&gt;Jadyn: i want  back up with Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt: my want back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY? are you Friggin kidding me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys- you made your choice. mommy was very clear. you were not getting back up there. Wyatt is fine with it. he starts playing.&lt;br /&gt;*flop* as Jadyn flops her self down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;How could you make me sit on the dirty floor?&lt;br /&gt;dont you see how dirty it is?&lt;br /&gt;there is no where for me to sit and i am on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see you only love patrick. I am sick too and I can't see the Dr.&lt;br /&gt;you don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: yes, J i love you very much, but remember patrick got out of the hospital 2 weeks ago and he is sick again. you have a stomach bug, the very same one mommy has that has made mommy throw up and crap out things you don't want to see. EVER. and you don't hear me complaining about not seeing the dr. {because hellooooooooo for all 4 of us to see them today would have been 80.00 for them to tell the remaining 3 yes you have a virus. stay hydrated} and I am sorry you feel that way but  you made your choice blah blah blah. I am telling you it all fell on deaf ears. she cried for over an hr over having to sit on the carpeted floors of the Dr. office. all the way home. all. the. way. home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be patient. I am trying to realize she does not feel good. just like me. just like p. just like wy.  but I am over it.&lt;br /&gt;this winter has sucked ass. and I mean that in the nicest possible way. I am so over littl eman being sick. the d-man and I decided tonight that he is not going to play t-ball like we had planned because we just want him to heal and see how he does over the summer and fall before we do any sports with thim. which sucks because we let him go pick out his bat and batting helmet and glove last week. all red with flames. he is so excited. so i told him tonight he could wear them in the back yard and practice on the T. now we just have to get J signed up for baseball. unless she changes her mind. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention Wy spiked a fever tonight? F*&amp;amp;^! seriously. and I have a test tomorrow night. double dammit lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so winter, as much as I love you, I am done with you. this is my official divorce from winter. COME ON SPRING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-5832416753001255800?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5832416753001255800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=5832416753001255800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5832416753001255800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5832416753001255800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-this-winter-ever-end.html' title='will this winter ever end?'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-4845907429583453205</id><published>2009-02-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:16:52.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bon jovi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garth brooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock it out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughtry'/><title type='text'>a little trip down memory lane.....</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a little bit nostalgic this week, and really missing blogging, so here I am. I realized this week that I left Pennsylvania 10 yrs ago. 10 long years since I have been south of the Mason Dixon line. There are days that I want to move back to PA so bad that I can't stand it, however I am married to a man who hates snow, and winter and everything that goes along with it. so thats not ever going to happen my friend. Never.&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that its been about 11 yrs since my first concert. I remember it clearly. it was a Garth Brooks concert. you have to remember I grew up in a small town in PA. you either listened to either Southern Rock or Country. or Both. I can remember as  a 15 yr old on the Varsity Cheerleading squad one of the seniors gave me a ride to practice. Van Halen blaring as loud as it would go in her Chevette.  I had no idea who VanHalen was, but I knew SHE was cool. as cool as it. got. So when I got home I put in my Vanilla Ice tape into my tape deck of my beloved stereo and blared it as loud as it would go. Ice...  Ice..baby.... and then my mom told me to turn it down. Ice...Ice..baby......&lt;br /&gt;so anyway fast forward a few years. I was always unsure of myself, very self conscious and lord I WANTED to be like the girls in highschool that would just break out in song or dance or both, who could just be loud and fun and everyone wanted to be around. I wasn't like that. I was too afraid of what people would think. So I was dating this guy, and I was invited to  a Garth Brooks concert with him. I was very self conscious still at this point. and his family was going and lord, I co uldn't be how I REALLY wanted to be around him. I don't think I ever was truly "myself" around him.&lt;br /&gt;So we get to this concert and my ex sits. SITS. for the entire c oncert. Garth is jumping around the stage and singing and hollering and Penn State is SOLD OUT. and all I wanted to do was jump up and down and profess my undying love for Garth Brooks. instead I sat. for the entire concert and politley clapped my hands. Several years later, when I moved to VA a guy who wanted to date me invited me to a metallica and kid rock concert, and I accepted, because dude... who turns down metallica and kid rock? certainly not me. again this guy sat. seriously.....WHO SITS DURING A KID ROCK concert? not me. I was all over myself. at this point I had decided I DID. NOT.CARE. I rocked it out. and he looked at me like I was insane. was crazy. he even asked if I had had too much drink.... dude ...apparently not enough.&lt;br /&gt;that was the last I ever saw of him.  probably a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;then I met my husband. and god love him, I knew the day I met him in person that he was the man of my dreams, my soul mate and the person I belonged with. {how we met is a differen't story, I will have to blog about that later.}&lt;br /&gt;So , I knew when I met my husband that I could totally be myself with him. he does not bat an eye when I break out in song and dance and make up verses to my fave songs to include him, infact he breaks out in song on more than one occasion during the day to amuse me or the kids. I can say what I want, act as crazy as I want and just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have the love of my life. He took me to a Poison concert for our first anniversary and I acted all over myself and had the best time of my life. of course he gets just as crazy with me. he is SO. Much.Fun. I can't wait to go see Bon Jovi or Daughtry... maybe he shoudln't go with me, because I will be professing my undying love for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my kids are nothing like I was when I was younger. they have no problem acting crazy, breaking out in dance or song, and I now have a 7 yr old that knows the entire nickel back CD by heart, I have a 3 yr old who can sing "allsummer long" with the best of them and a 4 yr old who asks me to turn it up so he can "rock it out". THANK GOD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4845907429583453205?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4845907429583453205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4845907429583453205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4845907429583453205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4845907429583453205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='a little trip down memory lane.....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-5460611859953080952</id><published>2009-01-21T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:59:53.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SXeaDKqlJ4I/AAAAAAAAACA/nmY6ZrmI9xk/s1600-h/barak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293869266190542722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SXeaDKqlJ4I/AAAAAAAAACA/nmY6ZrmI9xk/s320/barak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter who you voted for in this years election, yesterday was a wonderful, historic moment in our Nation's history. How awesome was it to see our first African American President take office? I know that there are devout McCain supporters out there and I am the first to admit that my husband and father and brother voted for McCain. I flipped. I was going to vote for McCain, but voted for Obama in the end. Yes this was historical for us, life changing even, to see all of those people on the National mall in support of this man, this change in our country was inspiring. Jadyn's school watched it yesterday and I was so glad. I got papers from yesterday and today to keep in my treasure box, yes its historical for us, but this has set a precedent and for our children, our future generations this will no longer be historical, this will be the norm, and how wonderful that is, that the walls of black and white are not there for our Commander in Chief and our children hopefully won't have to worry about it.  I am so thankful for this change in our country.  I hope you are too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-5460611859953080952?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5460611859953080952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=5460611859953080952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5460611859953080952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5460611859953080952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-matter-who-you-voted-for-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SXeaDKqlJ4I/AAAAAAAAACA/nmY6ZrmI9xk/s72-c/barak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-8404208732278506857</id><published>2009-01-20T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:23:36.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk/run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help me.'/><title type='text'>the fat girl.........</title><content type='html'>so does everyone know the fat girl? the group of friends that has the ONE overweight girl in it? the one girl in the family who is over weight? The girl who can't let her picture be taken, won't let her husband see her naked, and is constantly worried about her weight?&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to someone.....&lt;br /&gt;My name is Chrissi. and. I. AM. FAT. Last time I weighed in at my doc's office I was a whopping 225. I told them they didn't need to weigh me,  that I could tell them all they needed to know about my weight. F-A-T. they laughed at me. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Now I did start the Atkin's 2 weeks ago. I am down 7 lbs. to 218. which I thought was good. but this Atkin's shit is killing me. literally. I may starve. to. death. i love my carbs. I love my fries and my chips those are my downfall. but during the first two weeks of atkin's I co uldn't even eat a piece of freakin fruit. I love apples. I have been to the gym 4 times in the last 2 weeks, and would like to go more but MAN I am just so friggin tired. not to mention tha tI am convinced that everyone and I mean EVERYONE right down to the man in the corner is staring at me, laughing at me, talking about the fat girl on the eliptical, pointing at me or at least thinking in their head... man is that girl fat.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know I know, I am a size 18 it could be worse,  I could be  bigger, I could be the 750 lb man on TV. I watched the TLC show on the obese clinic in NYC and I would poke the D-man and say see...see...thats what I look like.&lt;br /&gt;at which point I get the "look" an dhe says Yeah Chrissi because I can't even see past your thigh. I know it could be worse. I get it. but  I have a 7 yr old daughter who the other day she told me she was fat. my 7 yr old who only weighs 46 lbs and is probably the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. {ok ..ok... so I am biased} so I know I need to lose the weight for my health, my BP, my thyroid w hich is part of the problem, and so I can show my kids a healthier lifestyle. its just that those damn McDonalds fries call me. seriously. you doubt me? they DO!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- tonight is my first Dr. Pepper in 10 days. 10! and I am loving every bit of that wonderful bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking the atkins is not for me. I can't do it. 7 lbs is great so far. but I have a twin brother who runs marathons. MARATHONS do you hear me? and last year the 2 mile walk/run I was supposed to do with him i faked a migraine because I was embarresed of how big I had become and how I would not be able to do it. the walk /run is in july. My goal  is to lose at least 30 lbs by then. to do the walk and to prove that I CAN dO it. so you will hear me vent, scream, cry and moan about it. but I WILL DO IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8404208732278506857?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8404208732278506857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8404208732278506857' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8404208732278506857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8404208732278506857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/fat-girl.html' title='the fat girl.........'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-7147965847476580412</id><published>2008-12-20T01:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:28:17.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update to the blog pasted below....</title><content type='html'>sadly... this brave soldier passed away at 12midnight Tulsa time, 7 AM Homberg Germany time.&lt;br /&gt;many prayers being sent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-7147965847476580412?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-4694232188744583388</id><published>2008-12-18T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:32:26.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read this soldiers blog, mark it, and pray hard.</title><content type='html'>please pray for this soldier who is fighting for his life in Homberg Germany right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rootingforcoleman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rootingforcoleman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4694232188744583388?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4694232188744583388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-4926411373571554949</id><published>2008-12-15T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:28:15.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my challenge to you....</title><content type='html'>seeing as how I am as hum drum as they come these days.... what would you like to hear about me? what do you want to see in my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4926411373571554949?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4926411373571554949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4926411373571554949' 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Mommy....</title><content type='html'>and mommy was not too happy about that. the kids had their joint birthday party this weekend, and I am used ot Jadyn who still  at her bf's house at 8pm wants to come home and we have to just say nope you are staying, you wanted to go, your there.......&lt;br /&gt;patrick has been BEGGING to go spend the night at his best buddies forever. his best buddy btw is Jadyn's best friends little brother- and his mom and i are wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;So they had their party, and J had 7 girls.. yup 7 count em... I am all sorts of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D said"Chrissi did you tell me this many girls were spending the night"&lt;br /&gt;me- feigning idiot mode- well of course i did , dear , sweet husband of mine....{GAG ME}&lt;br /&gt;D~ ummmm are you insane.....&lt;br /&gt;I was all like Oh I can SO do this.... and then of course he heads to his buddy's house to play the xbox 360- of course within 20 minutes J was sick from all the junkfood and wanted her daddy so I had to call him and be all like, your girl wants you home, come home blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway back to Patrick- my friend said P want to come spend the night with "Maiden"? His name is Ayden but for some reason my boys call him Maiden lol. Patrick got his backpack faster than I have ever seen him move and started shoving things in and said lets go~ down the stairs he went saying.. bye mommy bye i see you later! I was all like wait patrick are you sure you wan tto go? are. you. sure?&lt;br /&gt;because Mommy is NOt so sure. lets clarify. Patrick has spent 4 nights away from me since he was born into my life. two. and that was when wy was in the hospital and i had no choice. but never away from me by choice. never picking his "buddy" over me. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;so I call later to check on him and  my friend said PAtrick your doing fine right? you don't want to go home? Patrick said NOOOOOOOOOOO. Ayden said mommy I don't want patrick to go home, at which point I hear P say big and loud- Its ok buddy I am not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is glad he went so willingly. I guess that means I have raised a secure little man.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of me is SO glad that Wy is too young for sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;on a good note, my P man sure was glad to see me  this am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-7681161523815182156?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7681161523815182156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=7681161523815182156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7681161523815182156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7681161523815182156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/patrick-spent-his-first-night-away-from.html' title='patrick spent his first night away from Mommy....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8559240584851845786</id><published>2008-12-11T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:57:59.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on vacation from school....</title><content type='html'>WHEW! I finally finished this semester. Anatomy I and Lab are done as well as Soc. I am done I need a break. a little disheartned that they screwed up having me take my placement tests which should have been done FIRST, and now I can't enroll in the math pre req I need to be enrolled in by spring semester to apply for the RN program. so I basically have to push everything back a semester. take 2 non credit math courses over the summer and my english and have everything done by NEXT spring to apply next spring.&lt;br /&gt;talk about a pain. in. the. ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITERALLY. I am over it. I wanted to quit, not go back, finito... done.&lt;br /&gt;but the D-man says I have to keep on keeping on... I will hate myself if I don't. and after all what is a minor set back...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here chrissi goes..... keepin on... keepin on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8559240584851845786?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8559240584851845786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8559240584851845786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8559240584851845786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8559240584851845786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-vacation-from-school.html' title='on vacation from school....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-6251786114504378469</id><published>2008-12-11T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:54:25.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy swallowed me up and then they had to cut me out..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me start out by saying that Tuesday December 9th was little man's birthday. his 4th. He tells me he is no longer Mommy's boy.... instead he is now Mommy's MAAAAAN... and says it just like this. He wore his birthday boy shirt proudly and showed it to whoever would pay him attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Little back ground, Patrick is my preemie. he came to us at just over 30 weeks gestation due to Pregnancy Induced Hypertension, Preeclampsia, low amniotic fluids ect ect.  we were blessed by the grace of God, {yes he is great} that even though they brought the ventilator machine into the OR and warned us he would be intubated, he did not need to be, they warned us about apnea and the apnea monitors, he suprised everyone by keeping his sats up, his body temperature, passing the car seat test ect. they cut my belly at 731 pm that night and at 737 I heard the most glorious scream as they pulled him out of my belly. A night that I will be forever grateful for. {not that I am not so thankful for my other 2, just this one was so early and we came so close......}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So anyway the other day was his birthday- he and wy are 15 months apart. both c sections. J was my only Vag. So patrick asked me  "Mommy how was I borned?" I showed him my scar and just said when you were born you were very sick and they had to cut my belly open and you came out here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WY: mommy mommy mommy my come out your belly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: yes wy you did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WY: mommy my kick you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: yes wy you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WY: mommy my not mean to I so sorry as he kisses my scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;meanwhile patrick is just staring at my scars....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Patrick: mommy how did i get in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: you just grew in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Patrick: I need to go talk to daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; run run run... and he goes to talk to daddy while daddy is in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Patrick: Daddy did you knwo that mommy swallowed me up and ate me down to her belly and I got sick and they had to cut me out and throw me to you to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Daddy: wow p thats an ummm interesting story... I wonder how mommy knew you were sick and needed to get out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;{ok.... daddy...seriously... lets not egg it on}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Patrick: well daddy..... I put my mouth to her belly and said "mommmyyyyyy your man is ready to come out come gettttt meeeeee i neeeeed you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;seriously... out of the mouth of babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so happy birthday my little man, may you have many many more blessed birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love, Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-6251786114504378469?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6251786114504378469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=6251786114504378469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6251786114504378469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6251786114504378469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/mommy-swallowed-me-up-and-then-they-had.html' title='Mommy swallowed me up and then they had to cut me out..................'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-1437306794415388198</id><published>2008-12-03T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:05:34.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday....</title><content type='html'>First let me say. Last year was my very first year Black Friday shopping. EVER. I loved it. I vowed that I would go every year and join in the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the only thing that I wanted was the portable DVD player that was supposed to be on sale for 49.00, the case with the car charger for 10.00 and some of the matchbox cars that were a 10 pack for 5.00, a boy cabbage patch for Wyatt for 10.00 and a Baby Alive for 10.00 that Jadyn has been busting my ass about for over a year now that I finally decided to get since it was so cheap. I called a week before the AD came out in my area because someone on my FAVE group ever...www.gymbofriends.com was nice enough to post a pic of the ad she had seen. I wanted to know how many they were getting, what brand it was ect ect since it didn't say the brand where I could see it. the NICE nice nice sales lady said... "well I am certainly glad YOU know what our ads are because we don't." well.... stupid join gymbofriends hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so we get the ad and it says you can buy online at  midnight the DVD players. my friend and I opt to try and do that that way w  can hit kohls when it opens at 4 versus having to wait in line so early at walmart. thats a no go. they weren't online. So I called my friend at 1230 and said ok lets meet at 330. I get up at 325 and therre is a voice mail.  Bitch has been there since 145 ~! 145~!~!~~~ again I repeat 145! I had worked the night before so my happy tail was in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up and get dressed, stopped at DD for breakfast for Franc and I and head on out. all the pallets were still wrapped but she had talked a worker into showing her wherer the pallet was so she was parked in the section right by the  yellow tape. we sat for a few hrs the lines started getting longer and people started getting nasty- going under hte yellow tape to STANd right by the stuff {we were right near the Xbox 360 bundles and MAN was that a fiasco} to workers taking stuff out of the palletts and giving them to friends who were s hopping and saying hide this. at 5 am they yelled GO GO GO and we dove. I got knocked over, some woman AHEM BITCH knocked me over and crawled over me to get a darn DVD player.... sheesh woman. next time get in line at 145 am lmao.&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was fun. we got what we wanted I spent 135 and finished most of what I wanted with the exception of 2 blue fisher price kid tough dvd players I want to get the boys. then I am done.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait stockings...thtas a whole shopping trip in itself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-1437306794415388198?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1437306794415388198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=1437306794415388198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1437306794415388198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1437306794415388198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-2956243262075166123</id><published>2008-12-03T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:38:36.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I will admit . I have been a bad blogger blogger  blogger.......... This semester has been bad for me. {and looks like its only going to get worse....................} I got Mono half way through the semester, and then ended up in the Hospital for 12 hrs getting IV fluids and antibiotics as I ended up with bronchitis on top of that due to my dumbass not taking care of myself.... i know , i know, nurses know better. I KNOW BETTER. but I kept going to work, didn't take the time off like I was supposed to and well got really really sick and ended up off work for 4 days anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finals are upon us... its been crazy, I am not ready and at midterms had a B average. I think I still have that B or VERY close to it. so I am not too too worried. My lab class has been awesome, we dissected a cat, a sheeps brain, a cow's eye, and a deer heart. I love the dissection portion of class. I can't WAIT to start clinicals again, that was the best part of nursing school when I was in LPN school. I lived for clinical days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Christmas shopping is ALMOST done. I braved black friday... that will be another post. UGh it was bad.  I hvae 2 more presents to buy the kids the boys are going to get a Fisher price DVD player if my darn bonus goes in on the 12th like its supposed to.... so letttttts gooooooo bonuses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I promise my faithful few.,,,, I will start blogging more and more. you will be tired of hearing from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2956243262075166123?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2956243262075166123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2956243262075166123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2956243262075166123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2956243262075166123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='Finals.....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-3931201758146479158</id><published>2008-10-31T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:43:50.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN FOR YOUR LIVES....ITS A SNAKE</title><content type='html'>Seriously? a snake. *sigh*. Let me fill you in on some detail. I am married to a man who is DEATHLY afraid of snakes. and when I say Deathly, I mean seriously, will push his toddlers out of his way to get away from a snake. he says "every man for himself " when it comes to snakes. *snorts a giggle* Of course I am the girl that will pick up a snake and fling it on him- or so he says- there was a news story recently about a girl who picked up a snake to tease her boyfriend, and they BOTH got bit. D-man says this is TOTALLY us. I laugh at his fear of snakes. incessently- of course i am the girl who will run away screaming from a spider and who cowers at Thunderstorms- ahem... storms of the century.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway back to the snake story, because thats the REAL reason we are here. D is scared of snakes. I have heard him tell me about dropping his phone, fishing rod everything in the river to run away from a snake, I have seen him move to the opposite bank to get away from a snake, and I have seen him swerve his vehicle to avoid even a dead snake in the road, that by the way even dead in the road with him in his big ol explorer will give him goosebumps and a wide eyed deer in the head lights look that will make you snort at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 weekends ago we had to go to Elkins, which for those of you not familar with WV, its in BFE up the mountain 3 hrs from us- where the quarter H highway is only partially done so for me and my carsicky son its a miserable ass ride. its cold, its high in themountains, and again...... car sickness. D's grandmother passed away last year at the ripe age of 96- wonderful wonderful woman, btw. anyway it was the family estate sale so we go up to let the kids pick out their inheritance and to see what we wanted to purchase from the house.&lt;br /&gt;We hit the Walmart in Elkins to get some stuff. I have Jadyn's hand and D has the boys- we are in front. pretty soon I hear patrick yell. "NAAAAKKKKEEEEE" and I turn around to see Darold grab the boys and literally RUN through the parking long. *teeeeheeeeeeeee* turns out he had almost stepped on a snake, he had stepped over it not realizeing it was there and patrick pointed it out. I have never seen him run so fast in all my life. at this point I had to cross my legs to not pee myself from laughing. I said it can NOT be a snake. so J and i dutifully go check it out,,,,,,,, and as it squirms - well hell yes its a snake and J goes running. I giggle the entire way through walmart!&lt;br /&gt;we come out and the snake has been run over, D goes all the way AROUND the snake, even though its injured, it can't move. its only attempting to move the top half of its body since its almost severed. Patrick and Jadyn want to go see it, its only a black snake for heaven's sake. so i take them over, patrick is talking to the snake telling him he is sorry he got hit, and jadyn is asking me to take it back to the farm so we can nurse it. at which point d grabs everyone and says that is QUITE ENOUGH we are leaving NOW.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-3931201758146479158?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3931201758146479158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=3931201758146479158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/3931201758146479158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/3931201758146479158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-for-your-livesits-snake.html' title='RUN FOR YOUR LIVES....ITS A SNAKE'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-7544244843461825381</id><published>2008-10-23T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:17:28.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where fore art thou?</title><content type='html'>I know I know for all you ummmm 3 people... yeah 3 maybe thats being optimistic. so for anyone who watches my blogs...besides me. I know its been a few weeks,,,,, I got out of the blog attitude and just couldn't bring myself to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, I had tons of ideas, tons of funny things and stories, and several family trips to blog about, make fun of, post pictures, a d-man to make fun. all of which were nicely written and I promise were HYSTERICAL. they were all just blogged into my head. and never made it here. I am back and will be back to blogging more often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for anyone else that cares...midterm grades came out this week. Chrissi is Rockin it out with a B average! &lt;doing&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off I hvae had 2 sick kiddos this week and now I am sick and just need to go home from work in a few hrs and go blissfully to bed.&lt;br /&gt;night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-7544244843461825381?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7544244843461825381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=7544244843461825381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7544244843461825381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7544244843461825381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-fore-art-thou.html' title='where fore art thou?'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-3551303662808316191</id><published>2008-10-06T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:52:16.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some funny shit y'all~!</title><content type='html'>because this is just totally funny ass crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{because I can't get the pic to paste... here is teh link.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funcram.com/media/pictures/unfaithful-orange.jpg"&gt;http://www.funcram.com/media/pictures/unfaithful-orange.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-3551303662808316191?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3551303662808316191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=3551303662808316191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/3551303662808316191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/3551303662808316191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-this-is-just-totally-funny-ass.html' title='some funny shit y&apos;all~!'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-2380081587832367357</id><published>2008-10-06T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:28:36.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check out this blog!</title><content type='html'>so tonight I was directed to this blog from 10/07 and man it made me laugh so hard I almost peed myself. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;so check it out and laugh, pee with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://15minutelunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/strap-in-shut-up-and-hold-on-were-going.html"&gt;http://15minutelunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/strap-in-shut-up-and-hold-on-were-going.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2380081587832367357?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2380081587832367357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2380081587832367357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2380081587832367357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='seriously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meridith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Greys.......</title><content type='html'>yes. I am one of THOSE. one of those GIRLS who counts down to the season premiere. I have to work tomorrow night, so I am giving up my night time nap. thats right. girl giving up her sleep to watch McDreamy. because HELLOOOOOOO who wouldn't give up sleep for Mcdreamy? or Mcsteamy for that matter? its all just Mclicious!!!!!!! I will sleep until noon tomorrow after I get home and get my stuff done in the afternoon. its going to be a dreary rainy day- supposed to be my first night of dissection in lab tomorrow night. {cat, in case your interested}. and then I normally go to bed at 8 after the kids go to bed. {ideal yes. always happens? no.} and I sleep for another 2-3 hrs before the D-man comes home and wakes me up for work. and I should be concentrating on other more important things, like organizing my yard sale. {fyi- its supposed to rain on friday. just friggin great} or paying bills, or cleaning, organzing my boys closets- since J's is done and my boys are over loaded. {d says its a borderline obsession. I say he's crazy. who ya gonna beleive?} or even studying, or preparing craft ideas for J's Fall party of which I am in charge of. but nooooo all I will be doing tomorrow night at 8 pm sharp is plunking my fat ass infront of that TV.ok well not in front of the TV. I can tell you where I will be. in the middle of my bed, covered up with some popcorn and a drink . J will be on onside because she too loves ugly betty and grey's and the boys will be on the other. the boys will blissfully fall asleep. and somewhere half way through ugly betty J will fall asleep. and leave Mcdreamy to me, myself and I. I am so excited I can't stand it. seriously. seriously. I even have thought about buying the seriously mug off the myspace page. seriously.  I am such a geeky grey's fan its not funny . any thoughts on whats going to happen this season? i have seen the previews. we have all seen Rose say shes pregnant. however there is supposedly going to be a bad accident first episode. with Derek. and I am thinking its a dream. come on guys share in my obsession. seriously, because its what Jesus would freakin do!&lt;br /&gt;ok so lets dance it out...................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-5109332742834420869?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5109332742834420869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=5109332742834420869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5109332742834420869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5109332742834420869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/countdown-to-greys.html' title='Countdown to Greys.......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-3749585740176529245</id><published>2008-09-24T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:10:33.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mowing the lawn...again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well it looks like I have taken over mowing the lawn. some how I find it therapuetic. I slap the ipod on and go to town. I had to do it this week while the hubster was at work, lest he taketh my lawn mowing luxery away from me. I acutally like it. and pssst.... can i tell you? I would rather mow the lawn than do the dishes, or the laundry. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-3749585740176529245?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3749585740176529245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=3749585740176529245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/3749585740176529245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/3749585740176529245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/mowing-lawnagain.html' title='mowing the lawn...again...'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-1032370009045891888</id><published>2008-09-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:42:17.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SNmMzDdoX-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q53hijCOatA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249381649407827938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SNmMzDdoX-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q53hijCOatA/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SNmMoHGg0II/AAAAAAAAABw/TEDGPxe6ADE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249381461406044290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SNmMoHGg0II/AAAAAAAAABw/TEDGPxe6ADE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was picture day~ nothing new and great to post just some pics of today that I took before school!!!!!!!!!&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/1184807784181877351-1032370009045891888?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1032370009045891888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=1032370009045891888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1032370009045891888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1032370009045891888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-day.html' title='picture day'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SNmMzDdoX-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q53hijCOatA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-7494236660547821138</id><published>2008-09-19T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:06:07.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webkinz.'/><title type='text'>overflowing in webkinz land.......</title><content type='html'>help me, help me I am drowning....... oh wait let me just pull the webkinz off my face so I can breathe... whew thats better!!! Anyone else's house inundated with webkinz? bully the bullfrog? or fluffy the cat, or sally the polar bear? or how about Austin the reindeer? I could go on and on and on.... and on . and on. literally. it never stops. ESP when my 3 yr old sees that sissy have the monkey and we LOVE monkeys so of course he had to get a monkey- or at valentines day when Jadyn got the love frog- the 2 boys HAD to have frogs. it was a mess- so off to walmart mommy went to try and find some stuffed frogs to make the boys happy. we love webkinz in our house. and thats an understatment. seriously. hours upon hours are spent on the computers doing our garden, playing games and the boys are content just to watch sissy play webkinz, watch the frog jump on the trampoline and you should hear patrick SCREECH  when Sissy feeds his monkey, or makes his monkey play. its like the best thing. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;so exscuse me whilst I am off to play in webkinz land..... seriously. I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-7494236660547821138?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7494236660547821138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=7494236660547821138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7494236660547821138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7494236660547821138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/overflowing-in-webkinz-land.html' title='overflowing in webkinz land.......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-4013356127603093080</id><published>2008-09-16T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:12:52.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawnmowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftsman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mowing the lawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubsters'/><title type='text'>mowing the lawn......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I have been trying to get the D-man to teach me how to mow the lawn. The only experience I have in mowing the lawn was when I was about 15 and my grandfather foolishly let me try and use his riding mower to mow his big lawn. I backed it into a little man made ditch he had in his yard. never again was I allowed to touch it. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have always just let the hubster do the yards, period.  I have never questioned it, never cared. But, to be fair, the d-man does about 98% of the laundry in the house- sure I might do a load here or there, but he likes to do it and Hey why mess with a good thing? a husband who does the laundry willingly and likes it? well I am not going to question that one. this is a man who also does the dishes every am. so I thought maybe I better learn. with our schedules- he on second shift and me on third it wouldn't hurt me to mow the lawn in the afternoon while the boys are napping and j is in school {wait,, the boys nap? ok scratch that..... while the boys are PLAYING} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I have been bugging him for months. and I tend to play the dramatics ie: what if if something happens to you? what if you DIE? what if you are in a COMA? all scenarios of why I would have to GASP mow my own lawn, and I hate to depend on someone so I would rather learn. he always says he wont die and leave me with an unmowed lawn.. I would like to trust that... still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so this weekend he finally gave in. he showed me how to turn it on, laughed when i at first had a hard time with the pull start thingy {yes thats the TECHNICAL term} and hovered while I mowed, and then when i was done said "can I fix it without you getting mad?" without waiting for an answer he took it and fixed my somewhat squiggly lines in the yard and thanked me for attempting to learn. I said "D did it take a little bit of you rman hood to see me touching your mower?" he said "yeah a little bit".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I said well d what if you were kidnapped by Marauders?  I would HAVE to know what I am doing.. I mean these Mauraders they are mean they could keep you for YEARSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Chrissi, I will make sure I only get kidnapped by Maruauders who will let me come home and mow the lawn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well as long as we have that settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4013356127603093080?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4013356127603093080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4013356127603093080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4013356127603093080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4013356127603093080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/mowing-lawn.html' title='mowing the lawn......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-2519905962594423871</id><published>2008-09-14T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:21:41.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare on my street.......</title><content type='html'>So there are three dreams I HATE to have. and I mean HATE. 1) something has happened to my children, 2) something has happened to the hubster ie: the D-Man OR 3) my husband has had an affair. those are just three dreams that I hate to have and I am sure most mommies/wives can agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  I get home from work Saturday am, and I am dead tired. I opt to go to bed for a few hrs before activities for the day {playdates, sleepovers ect } begin. At 830 am I am in bed crashed. at 12 Noon I wake up in a cold sweat. I had a vivid and I mean VIVID dream tha tnot only has the D-man cheated on me, but he has gotten some other skank... ahem girl...pregnant and LEFT me with the kids. {yeah because he could afford the child support for 3 kids.... bahahahahahah}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so vivid that I woke up in a cold sweat and tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;*stomping down the stiars* "Darold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;*more stomping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the D-man in the garage working on his boat.. *TWHAK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d-man~  "ouch. Damn Chrissi What the hell was that for?"&lt;br /&gt;ME~ "don't EVER do that to me. she is a SKANK! Don't you see that? oh and by the way my cheating hubster if you TH"INK for one second you can afford child support.... well think again my friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CUE blank look*&lt;br /&gt;D-man~ Chrissi I have no idea what you are friggin talking about.&lt;br /&gt;ME~ I had a dream.......&lt;br /&gt;D-man~ Wait a minute... lets back the F**** up. you came down here, hit me on the arm and yelled at me over child support and gave me a heart attack over a DREAM? you are out of your mind!~"&lt;br /&gt;ME~ But it was a very vivid dream...... oh and FYI in my dream she WAS a skank. {because if he is going to cheat on me ut HAS to be with a skank....right? {and beleive me I have never had any trust issues with my hubster. he is about as faithful as they come and he even jokes there is not even TIME to have an affair lol- but since John Edwards came forward after his affair, and I really liked him btw- it has destroyed my faith in faithful men...somewhat}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast foward a few hrs later~ D is still shaking his head at me. telling me I am out of my mind. we are at walmart- and just an FYI I hate to be sepearated at walmart. because then I have to search for him or call him on his phone which btw he very rarley answers. so I can't find him and we are on a time  constraint because we have to go pick J up. I have patrick with me and he has Wy with him. so I call his phone.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you???????????/ I  screech. I can't find you. and I am looking EVERYWHERE,..... {have i mentioned i have a flair for the dramatics?}&lt;br /&gt;D-man~ "well chrissi I am over here in electronics..... with the Wy-man continueing my affair with said "skank" from your dream. happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude... Remind me to never tell him my dreams again.. he seriously does. not. get. it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2519905962594423871?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2519905962594423871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2519905962594423871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2519905962594423871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2519905962594423871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/nightmare-on-my-street.html' title='nightmare on my street.......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-6681492139166882361</id><published>2008-09-13T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:06:25.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>praying for everyone in Hurricane Ike's path</title><content type='html'>not much time to b log tonight- need to get better at it. seriously, I will.&lt;br /&gt;but, just wanted to take a moment to say a silent prayer for all those in Ike's path, and those will be affected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-6681492139166882361?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6681492139166882361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=6681492139166882361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6681492139166882361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6681492139166882361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/praying-for-everyone-in-hurricane-ikes.html' title='praying for everyone in Hurricane Ike&apos;s path'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-2809206733185071103</id><published>2008-09-07T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:47:51.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 reasons why I love my Husband</title><content type='html'>Today anyway..... No I am just kidding, I knew that when I took my vows 5 1/2 years ago, that he wasn't perfect... he just so happened to be marrying the perfect woman...I am allowed to say that right?&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter that we had done things backwards and had our daughter first, or that the during the rehearsal I laughed so hard trying to rehearse the vows tha tI am sure my inlaws thought I was crazy- to this day I remember VIVIDLY hearing my Mother in law say to me "you better get this right Chrissi, this is serious buisness, you can't laugh tomorrow"...DUDE does she realize who her son was marrying??? It didn't matter that the preacher we had picked to marry us was an idiot who didn't show her true colors until the night of the rehearsal, or that one of our groomsman got into a knock down drag out in our parking lot of our townhouse development and was not going to show up for the wedding. It didn't matter that we spent the night before our wedding together.... or that my stepfather offered to whisk me out the back door as we were walking down the aisle... I was just convinced that marriage was going to be EASY~! who was I freakin kidding? 3 kids and 5 1/2 years later, layoffs, nursing school, moves, bed rest, labors, c sections. we have seen it all... kinda. and still my husband remains loyal, steadfast and STILL helps around the house and with the kids. what kind of man is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I get home from work- at 8 am. for those of you that don't know me I work m idnights- the glorious midnight shift on a dementia, traumatic brain injury, alzheimers and these days PSYCH wardas an LPN. - so i don't often get alot of sleep, and often I am a walking talking bitch. I get that, i know that , and i frequently apologize for it.I also am back in school. 2-3 nights a week also cutting into valuable sleep time. the hubster works second shift so I average about 3-5 hrs a day of sleep and live for my days off or his. so anyway this am I get home at 8 am or so- and I CRASHED. literally- I don't remember speaking to anyone this am, hell I don't remember going to bed, must have though because I literally spent 13 hrs in bed today- the hubster {or as my sister dear and I affectionalty call him the D-Man, and I swear that her, the D-man and I are  the only ones who REALLY know what the D in d-man stands for and no its not his first name, however I won't tell... unless you pay me handsomely of course} woke me up at 2 so that he could go get diapers or something at walmart I think it was diapers- maybe he just needed to run away far far away. anyway he was back at 330 and i was back asleep. he took care of all 3 kids today, did laundry, cleaned the boys room AND made dinner- what kind of man is that? well the D-man is awesome. so today is my ode to the D-Man- as he will be hereafter known in my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;lets see how long it takes me to come up with 50 reasons.. this should be easy right?&lt;br /&gt;starting time....0324 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. his eyes {really pretty hazel- first thing I noticed about him. }&lt;br /&gt;49. his eye lashes. very long very pretty- can you say pretty in a man? i have long eye lashes too so all of our kids do too. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;48. he has never openly laughed at me when I say stupid things {Ie: well that racoon can't have rabies- he is out at night- everyone knows that if they are out at night they don't have rabies.... well ok so Chrissi is a dumbass} and he has never OPENLY laughed at me, although I am sure he does the minute I walk away.&lt;br /&gt;47. he doesn't make fun of my insane fear of thunderstorms, tornados {they truley are storms of the century to me} or spiders- he just takes it in stride&lt;br /&gt;46. his ass... man is it nice.&lt;br /&gt;45. his patience-it takes a special man to be patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;44. the ease at which he says "no honey you are NOT a bitch"...when CLEARLY I have been one ALL DAY&lt;br /&gt;43. he never ever gets mad at the amount of money I spend on the kids clothes.&lt;br /&gt;42. he never gripes about what i spend period.&lt;br /&gt;41. he worked full time and rarley slept while I was in nursing school so that we could afford to go and not have the daycare expense.&lt;br /&gt;40. he has never ever quit a job just to quit.&lt;br /&gt;39. he loves his parents...unconditionally- how could you not love a man like that.&lt;br /&gt;38. he does not balk at hard work.&lt;br /&gt;37. he does the dishes. daily. without a fight. period. i come home from work in the am and I amnot kidding you EVERY morning he is at the sink doing dishes- seriously.&lt;br /&gt;36.he feeds the kiddos breakfast every am.&lt;br /&gt;35. he does all the laundry in the house. not kidding. he does it all. hangs my clothes up for me, and folds all the kids clothes for me to put away.&lt;br /&gt;34. he cooks. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;33.he doesn't care what other people think of him or his family- he loves us all and thats all tha tmatters to him.&lt;br /&gt;32. he is fiercley loyal.&lt;br /&gt;31. he is so protective of his family, me his kids all of us.&lt;br /&gt;30. he loves having a daddy's girl. it makes him swell with pride.&lt;br /&gt;29. he loves having 3 boys- he loves playing and wrestleing around with them.&lt;br /&gt;28. he is not afraid to change diapers. poopy, pee pee you name it he does it. without question.&lt;br /&gt;27. he is insanely smart- knows things that I would never even know about- and he learns things just to learn.&lt;br /&gt;whew ok... i am stretching it now.&lt;br /&gt;26. he loves my family- for all of our dysfunctions- he loves my parents, my grandparents, brothers sister and aunts uncles cousins.&lt;br /&gt;25. he treats my siblings like they are his own. would do anything in the world for him...&lt;br /&gt;24. when i was breast feeding the kiddos or even when they went to bottles. he ALWAYS got up for the midnight feedings,just to talk to me while I wsa feeding.&lt;br /&gt;23. when I get home in the am and get in the shower there is always a hot steaming cup of coffee waiting for me on my night stand.&lt;br /&gt;22. he never gets mad when i forget to flush the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;21. he very rarley gets mad at the kids&lt;br /&gt;20. he laughs at almost all my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;19. he lets me get drunk and is mostly always the DD.&lt;br /&gt;18. he takes care of me 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;17. he takes care of his responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;16.he is a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;15. according to some of my gf friends he looks like russel crowe. i don't see it. but hey russell crowe is hot. so i will go along with it. although there is one pic of him that he does actually look a bit like him.&lt;br /&gt;14. he is not afraid ot admit when he is scared or doesn't know how to do something&lt;br /&gt;13. his baby batter makes some darn good looking kids! all 4 are gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;12. he drives everywhere. never complains.&lt;br /&gt;11. he will carry my purse if i ask him. always.&lt;br /&gt;10. he is not afraid to get dirty&lt;br /&gt;9. he loves me uncondtionally&lt;br /&gt;8. he is a great lover {i know you just wanted to hear that right?}&lt;br /&gt;7. he is my best friend {next to pedro}&lt;br /&gt;6. he is my soulmate&lt;br /&gt;5. he will always tell me i am gorgeous even if I KNOW I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;4. he tells me i look nice every day- even if i am just in scrubs&lt;br /&gt;3. he tells me  he loves me at least 10 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;2. he kisses me as often as he can&lt;br /&gt;1. he gives me a hug as soon as i walk in the door in the am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end time. 347- see it wasnt that hard I just had to think on a few of them. so anyway D- Man , here's to you!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2809206733185071103?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2809206733185071103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2809206733185071103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2809206733185071103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2809206733185071103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/50-reasons-why-i-love-my-husband.html' title='50 reasons why I love my Husband'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-7943772774249682238</id><published>2008-09-01T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:54:14.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the "LABOR" day</title><content type='html'>playing along with &lt;a href="http://www.rocksinmydryer.net/"&gt;www.rocksinmydryer.net&lt;/a&gt; tonight. otherwise known as rocks in my dryer. although I am still new and have no idea how to do links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long were your labors?&lt;br /&gt;Kidlet #1 {Jadyn} 23 hrs and 43 minutes... and yes she is reminded of it and yes she is still "laborious " to this day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kidlet #2 {patrick} emergency c section from time of cut to time of him being out 7 minutes. crying as soon as he came out of the womb. my little 32 weeker....&lt;br /&gt;kidlet #3 {wyatt} hr long c section- i should have known when the spinal wore off during the section that he was going to be my heathen. he just couldn't make anything easy could he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know you were in labor?&lt;br /&gt;with kidlet #1 my water broke- went to the hospital and 8 am the next day had not gone any further and had to be induced.&lt;br /&gt;kidlet #2 emergency c section at 32 weeks not planned.&lt;br /&gt;kidlet #3 tried to come every stinking day from 31 weeks on. many trips to the hospital to get labor stopped0- spinal wore off half way through the section i should have known he would be my trouble maker. the OB swore he was screaming before he came out... hasn't stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you deliver?&lt;br /&gt;Jadyn was born at Mary Washington Hospital. both the boys were born at loudoun hospital in leesburg. best OB ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs?&lt;br /&gt;well stupidly with kidlet #1 i waited until I had been in labor for 17 hrs before I finally got one... stupid me lol.&lt;br /&gt;Both the boys were spinals due to a section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-section?&lt;br /&gt;kidlet #1 was a vag- both the boys were sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who delivered?&lt;br /&gt;kidlet #1 was delivered by a NP at MWH. I don't remember to this day what she looked like- although I do remember that there was a little boy in the next room who had been delivered a few minutes earlier whose name was also Jaiden {obviously spelled different from MY Jadyn and obviously they "hear" what we were naming ours and got all jealous and copied lmao}&lt;br /&gt;Kidlet #2 and #3 were both delivered by my ob in +Loudoun County Dr. Neil Foster. best OB ever... and not to shabby looking either!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-7943772774249682238?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7943772774249682238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=7943772774249682238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7943772774249682238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7943772774249682238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day.html' title='the &quot;LABOR&quot; day'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-999457374668660095</id><published>2008-08-31T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:48:46.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymboree'/><title type='text'>withdrawals</title><content type='html'>I am seriously going through some withdrawals. every night at work i get onto one of my on line loops. &lt;a href="http://www.gymbofriends.com/"&gt;http://www.gymbofriends.com/&lt;/a&gt; EVERY NIGHT. there is a group of ladies on there that i chat with every night. but the site is down tonight. no late night chat, no perusing the bst boards, no reading posts, nothing...... i am DYING a slow painful death... come one my readers who are members of GF. can you feel it? I know you can!  i love that group- love the chats, love the posts..{even the drama llama ones that i read with great interest but very rarley post on because well i just dont have the balls.}. and well lets face it. I love the clothes. it didn't start out that way. I started out as a gymboree hater. now I am addicted. Its sad w hen your husband calls you into your sons room to look at the pants he has piled on to their beds that would clothe a small world country. or when you look in their combined closet and see at the least 40 crazy wild button down print shirts. in the realm of gymboree addicts I am not that bad. I am good. I buy markdowns, sales , coupons ect. never full price. never. ever. ever. if you look at pics of other peoples closests they have the matching purse from every line. we don't. we have our faves. they get used... thouroughly- if not they get resold. we wear our clothes multiple many times- until they are worn out. i am not the type to buy have them wear it once or have so many clothes that nothing gets repeated. i am not that bad. but i definatley have my fave outfits.&lt;br /&gt;however, jadyn did remark to her dad when he showed me the boys pants... daddy come look at my closet.... i have enough clothes for the next 3million years.&lt;br /&gt;lord help me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-999457374668660095?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/999457374668660095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=999457374668660095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/999457374668660095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/999457374668660095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/withdrawals.html' title='withdrawals'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-6339145046637262208</id><published>2008-08-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:15:09.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shower time...........</title><content type='html'>So let me tell you about shower time in my house. I got home at 815 this am. it is day 5 in my 6 day stretch of midnights. I hate my 6 day stretches, but then I get 2 days off and alas, because I am  a college student AGAIN. This is the schedule I must keep. esp since I am going to be full time student in the fall of 09, so i need to just suck it up and be done.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I get home and I get donuts on my way home, I don't always do this but at least one time a weekend when I am working I do so I have my handy dandy discount card from J's school, seriously the best card I have ever bought { on this card one of the offers is buy 1/2 dozen donuts at DD, get 1/2 dozen free... dude... a DOZEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts for 4.99 who can resist?}&lt;br /&gt;It never fails EVERY time I call home on my way home- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wyatt&lt;/span&gt; the 2 yr old gets on the phone and says "hi mommy, you have donuts....?" and donuts is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pronoucned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dooonnnuuuts&lt;/span&gt;? like its a delicacy- just the word needs to be savored. Most mornings I say "no baby I don't have donuts" to which he replies "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; mommy, daddy mommy no has donuts for me"&lt;br /&gt;so on the rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt; that I do bring donuts home {it has been every other Sat- but now I am working the next 6 weekends straight so I am assuming this will be the next 6 Sat conversations}&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wy&lt;/span&gt;- mommy is on her way home"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi mommy- you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;donnnuuuuuttttttttsss&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wy&lt;/span&gt; I am bringing donuts home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SCREEEEEEEEECCCCHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy my mommy my mommy...... breath breath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;breah&lt;/span&gt;.... my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MOMMYS&lt;/span&gt; HAS DONUTS FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;' and the phone drops. on the floor. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Darold&lt;/span&gt; then picks up the phone and says " I hear you are bringing donuts". I get home they are waiting, drooling, grabbing the donuts before i get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;htem&lt;/span&gt; to the counter. you would swear i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feed them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Wy&lt;/span&gt; my ever clown, takes his donuts , looks at it and falls to the floor pretending to pass out. Nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wyatt&lt;/span&gt;... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to upstairs. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;immediatly&lt;/span&gt; go upstairs and turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ont&lt;/span&gt; he shower... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;toHOT&lt;/span&gt;, like burn my skin like a lobster hot, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the way I like my showers, and because as you who are nurses know... it doesn't matter how hard or easy your night goes you always SMELL like hospital. I could have no vomit, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;poopies&lt;/span&gt;, no codes nothing and I would still Smell like hospital. so I always strip down and shower as soon as I get home. So i get in my scalding, skin ripping, lobster turning shower and douse my hair, am reveling in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ALONENESS&lt;/span&gt; of the shower because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;truley&lt;/span&gt; as the mom of 3 rascals under the age of 7 this is IT. this is as good as it gets! Soon i hear "knock knock .... mommy what u doing? "&lt;br /&gt;me: nothing Wyatt mommy is taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt: mommy I help you? I get in?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wy&lt;/span&gt; this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mommys&lt;/span&gt; shower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; Mommy you are NAKED {as he points and laughs at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mea&lt;/span&gt; t the top of his lungs }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cue- running...... Daddy daddy daddy my mommy is naked.. come see..... and all I can hear is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Darold&lt;/span&gt; laughing in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt: mommy please i come in with you?&lt;br /&gt;me: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Jadyn&lt;/span&gt;: mommy mommy mommy patrick/.wyatt/daddy {just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;inserta&lt;/span&gt; name... whoever has irritated her at the time } is looking at me/breathing wrong/picking one me {insert annoying activity here}&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Jadyn&lt;/span&gt; just walk away&lt;br /&gt;cue stomping feet... BUT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;MOMMy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{cue circus music.}&lt;br /&gt;me: DUDE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Darold&lt;/span&gt; I need 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;minutses&lt;/span&gt; to myself......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;wyatt&lt;/span&gt;: mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;plllleaseeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: fine. get in. seriously. t his is ridiculous. do you have to get in? seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;wyatt&lt;/span&gt;: {stripping down} yup yup yup&lt;br /&gt;So i turn the water down to tepid.. really the worst way to take a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Wy&lt;/span&gt; gets in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;wy&lt;/span&gt;: mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;whasss&lt;/span&gt; that? wheres your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ernie&lt;/span&gt; ? {&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;poiinting&lt;/span&gt; at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;vajay&lt;/span&gt; jay} whats that?&lt;br /&gt;mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;boobie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;boobie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; d get me a towel I am done. literally.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.......... shower time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-6339145046637262208?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6339145046637262208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=6339145046637262208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6339145046637262208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6339145046637262208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/shower-time.html' title='shower time...........'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-4937239926073219199</id><published>2008-08-30T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:55:44.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear Mcdonalds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear McDonalds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for helping me get fat...... no seriously I GET that it is my own darn fault, for eating your deliously greasy food, that its my own damn fault that I can't stay way. but Why oh Why does it have to taste so good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know the minute I eat it  I am going to RUN... literally run.. I am not kidding folks- every time I eat it I go running for the bathroom and tell my dear husband, "DONT EVER LET ME EAT THIS CRAP AGAIN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to which he laughs and says.. "ok yeah right. so the next time you ask me to go get you a #1 with a sweet tea I should just say no? ummm ok Chrissi I value my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Seriously its bad. I can 't even go t hrough the drive through with the pretense of JUST getting a sweet tea. I have to then get either a big mac or a double cheeseburger and who can resist the fries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a serious love /hate relationship with Mcdonalds. maybe if i tell myself I am allergic to Big Macs I will be able to stay away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4937239926073219199?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4937239926073219199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4937239926073219199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4937239926073219199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4937239926073219199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-mcdonalds.html' title='dear Mcdonalds'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-7026270349452252066</id><published>2008-08-30T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T06:07:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadyn's first day of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlF6U00H9I/AAAAAAAAABg/eB56V33cp_I/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240296509747240914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlF6U00H9I/AAAAAAAAABg/eB56V33cp_I/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlF1IErDRI/AAAAAAAAABY/da7iuEeXAXw/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240296420424748306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlF1IErDRI/AAAAAAAAABY/da7iuEeXAXw/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlFpbQs3ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v1x0sUsjJp4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240296219417042322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlFpbQs3ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v1x0sUsjJp4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlFXIBWkyI/AAAAAAAAABI/nDdZ7mFGnCU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240295905014747938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlFXIBWkyI/AAAAAAAAABI/nDdZ7mFGnCU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok so I am a few days late....... Its been a hectic week. Jadyn started first grade this week...sniff...sniff.......sniiiiiffffff. Its sad for me, bittersweet really- I remember every bit of my pregnancy with her, my preterm labor, the bedrest and literally every second of my labor and birth with her. all 23 hrs and 42 minutes of it. its odd really, because I don't remember alot about the boy's labor but for some reason hers sticks with me. Kindergarten was still sad, but she was still my kindergarten baby, still a little girl. First grade marks a rite of passage almost. she is no longer my baby girl... she is growingup, my little fashionista, diva, social butterfly, little leaguer all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got glasses over the summer, just for reading, board work ect. at first she was excited than embarressed. refused to wear them, came up with every exscuse in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Jadyn we need to wear our glasses, they are really cool, I let you pick them out- why won't you wear them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: noone will recognize me, they will say hey whose the new girl. my friends wont love me blah blah blah the list goes on and on and on...litererally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to school at the same time as her 2 bff's. they were all like hey we are in first grade. for about 3 SECONDS. once they went into the gym they were all huddled up together crying please don't make us stay please let us go home and play- J took off her glasses and threw them at me and backed herself into a corner " I am NOT staying she said", I am coming home with you RIGHT NOW. ..... first of all let me say "DUDE" "you are staying right here...... you are GOING to school!!!!! so us mom's of the three girls sneak out while they are still sniffling and look back in and they are ok. the first day goes ok.... we hear about the school and how cute this boy is ect ect ect. I get the agenda book home on friday and the communication log says "jadyn had a great first week, but needs to remmeber not to talk during instruction time"..really? J a talker? seriously? I never would have guessed&lt;br /&gt;so here are some pics ofhre and the boys and our nieghtbor boy Ben on her first day of&lt;br /&gt;FIRST GRADE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-7026270349452252066?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7026270349452252066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=7026270349452252066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7026270349452252066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7026270349452252066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/jadyns-first-day-of-school.html' title='Jadyn&apos;s first day of school.'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SLlF6U00H9I/AAAAAAAAABg/eB56V33cp_I/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-2018966993948563904</id><published>2008-08-23T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:25:35.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of class</title><content type='html'>So this semester I am only taking one class. I have 3 pre reqs to get in. the books for my A&amp;amp;P class I only need to purchase one time. its for a&amp;amp;p I and II. however the books so far have totaled well over 400.00 anyway I" won't have books for a&amp;amp;P II next semester just for my english class. I walk in to the school on tuesday- having no idea where i am going.. none.... and i am sure that i look like a total friggin idiot.    Walking around looking in hallways, trying to find some CLUE as to where I am supposed to be at. then I find a clump of people who kind of look as lost as me. "are you guys trying to find Anatomy?" "yup we are" they say. FINALLY 10 minutes later we find the class room. Thankfully we are early. I always try to be early. the class is full. full of highschool looking girls in teeny tiny tanktops that I am quite sure one of my boobs wouldn't even fit in. QUITE SURE. high school looking kids that act like they could give a S*** if they are there are not. there are some adults in the class. I try to find a spot that would not put me next to an idiot as I have to do well in these classes to get into the nursing program if I want to finish my RN. people start filtering in 5-10 minutes late. the teacher says "well class apparently these people don't have the same clock we do"...DUDE... note to self... don't EVER be late for this ladies class. Someone shows up sits down gets out her ENGLISH book and says oh isn't this English 101? SERIOUSLY? you don't look at your schedule?  no.. this is anatomy- so off she goes.. convinced she is to be in english. 5 minutes comes back in heeeheeeheee i AM supposed to be here giggle giggle giggle... dude... you are so not funny all you have shown us is what a friggin idiot you are. then proceeds to LOUDLY state that she knows all this stuff. she has taken this class 3 times. 3 TIMES? and you want to brag? seriously.... I would be hiding. so then someone filters in 15 minutes late and says what do i need to do? Teacher states "apparently you need to go back out into the hallway for ANOTHER 15 minutes" DUDE... second note to self... always always be early..never ever ever late. then comes the test... she hands out a 75 question pretest... to test our knowledge base.... all organic chem, chem, physics stuff I have not taken for 10 yrs or better. i hand in the test and she says how did you do? i say not very good. she says do you have healthcare exp? ummm yes maam i am a nurse.... i dont remember this crap.  Said idiot who brags about taking the class 3 times {one time she failed because she had a baby in the middle of the semester...maybe this is not the time to tell her i had two babies during nursing school and STILL graduated 2nd in my class... or maybe I should?} leaves at 8. class is not over till 930. she says her ride and her BOO  are here to pick her up and she was POSITIVE that the "teach" was only going to go over the syllabus and let us go. IDIOT. Fast forward to lab- I am missing tha tbook. the book store is out fo them. it is t60.00. 60.00 that I don't have this week. the total is now well over 400.00, just for books. my instinct is to run far far away... but i need this class. i need my RN. I need to prove to myself that I CAN do this. that I can do the LPN to RN track and that I am better for it. sigh.... i think i need to go bury myself in my 400 dollar books now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2018966993948563904?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2018966993948563904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2018966993948563904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2018966993948563904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2018966993948563904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-of-class.html' title='First week of class'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8890896983340973682</id><published>2008-08-22T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:20:50.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some things I never thought I would say</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have seen this in alot of blogs, and in some mommy loops I am a part of so here is Chrissi's own version of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I never thought I would say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. you MAY not jump off the bed. counting down from 5,4,3,2,1 BLASTOFF does NOT mean you are a rocket ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... your Nike shoes are NOT power boosters... I don't care WHAT you think that swoosh means, you can not fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&gt; the piggy does NOT need to eat your hot dog {the guinea pig} CERTAINLY not after you have eaten off of it, and please please please for the love of god do not take a bite AFTER you have fed said piggy a bite  of your hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wy- I promise promise promise baby- you can't fit INTO the piggy's cage, nor does he want you there.&lt;br /&gt;J- I swear piggy can not sleep with you and  I swear on all that is holy if I find you trying to "sneak "him into your bed again... I may lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top bunk WAS NOT p ut there for you to jump off of. I know it looks tempting.,.. please there is nothing at the bottom to break your fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS~ there is an indoor voice... i know that you dont think there is.. really mommy wouldn't lie to you... there is. LETS TRY IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes- there is a Santa, no mommy isn't lying... yes your friend is wrong. I promise there is one. and NO he wont come if you put that darn piggy in your bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wy- you have GOT to stop singing Whiskey out the bottle.. yes we know kid rock well he ROCKs... but nanny and pawpaw might not like it if you sing that song to them... and while we are at it can you stop saying dammit too?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and patrick... can we stop peeing out the back door? I know when you are int he basement its tempting.. .darn it I WISH I could pee out the back door. its just not... well lets just not do it anymore shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadyn- you are NOT getting married in first grade, nor are you having 8 kids in 2nd grade. its not going to happen sister friend! if daddy has his way it will NEVER happen. oh and NO you may not call your little "boyfriend" on the phone... STOP ASKING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so I never thought I would be a mommy- never thought I wanted to be a mommy- I was just a little country party girl. never thought I would find the right guy and get married. much less have 3 kiddos....... but here i am 10 years and 3 kiddos later and saying things that honest to goodness I have to laugh at half the time. I love my life though........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8890896983340973682?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8890896983340973682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8890896983340973682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8890896983340973682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8890896983340973682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-things-i-never-thought-i-would-say.html' title='some things I never thought I would say'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-7805587558244171934</id><published>2008-08-21T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:07:19.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T FIND MY DAMN</title><content type='html'>CHARGER FOR MY CAMERA TO SAVE MY EVER LOVING LIFE! I WANT TO TAKE TONS OF PICS THIS WEEKEND- ITS THE LAST WEEKEND BEFORE J STARTS SCHOOL- I HAVE ALL OF THESE IDEAS OF PICS I WANT TO TAKE TO UPDATE MY FLICKR ACCT AND ECT ECT NOT TO MENTION FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL PICTURES AND I CAN'T FIND MY CHARGER. ITS STARTING TO IRRITATE ME! IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS OF WHERE TO LOOK LEMME KNOW!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-7805587558244171934?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7805587558244171934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=7805587558244171934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7805587558244171934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/7805587558244171934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-find-my-damn.html' title='I CAN&apos;T FIND MY DAMN'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-4787914262450513492</id><published>2008-08-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:56:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn......</title><content type='html'>Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4787914262450513492?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4787914262450513492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4787914262450513492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4787914262450513492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4787914262450513492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/learn.html' title='learn......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-1031229192496950835</id><published>2008-08-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:53:25.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LPN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RN'/><title type='text'>tomorrow i start school....</title><content type='html'>and needless to say i am TERRIFIED.  I will be finishing for my RN. I have been out of school for 2 years. I graduated from LPN school in June of 06 right after Wyatt was born. I had ever intention of starting back right then. but I was exhausted, I had had the boys 15 months apart and neither pregnancy had been particuriclay great, so i needed a break. I went to work full time at a family practice in leesburg,VA and then last fall went to work midnights at the VA hospital.  now its finally time to go back to school. the money killed me. almost 800.00 for tuitiona nd books this semester out of pocket since i am not eligible to apply for aid through the VA until NEXT month. so if anyone wants to contribute to my college fund my address is.......           just kidding just kidding.... it will be so worth it in the end.. its just getting to the end that is scaring me........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-1031229192496950835?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1031229192496950835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=1031229192496950835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1031229192496950835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1031229192496950835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow-i-start-school.html' title='tomorrow i start school....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8295736426227077144</id><published>2008-08-18T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:40:49.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun at the pool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn6T6lQ34I/AAAAAAAAABA/YAbod8yUs5g/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235991261844922242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn6T6lQ34I/AAAAAAAAABA/YAbod8yUs5g/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn6Jrc4pYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0bu9ZXX7wwY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235991085984556418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn6Jrc4pYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0bu9ZXX7wwY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn6A0Lzx1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/X-4RFoVEqtk/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990933710030674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn6A0Lzx1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/X-4RFoVEqtk/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn57zbr3FI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NwOBqPAuBuA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990847608839250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn57zbr3FI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NwOBqPAuBuA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn51YIFPaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/30aSkSxqzp4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990737199644066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn51YIFPaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/30aSkSxqzp4/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just some pics of the kids having a good time at the pool this summer. see i told you i would upload some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8295736426227077144?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8295736426227077144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8295736426227077144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8295736426227077144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8295736426227077144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-fun-at-pool.html' title='summer fun at the pool.'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn6T6lQ34I/AAAAAAAAABA/YAbod8yUs5g/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-8114870083335080967</id><published>2008-08-18T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:37:22.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just some random pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn5hUqzoPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gp3RPXSDbXY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990392674164978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn5hUqzoPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gp3RPXSDbXY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn5VmVIGWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2GsMXWGmFNk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990191256639842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn5VmVIGWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2GsMXWGmFNk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the boys just "monkeying around" in their fave shirts this summer!!!! and Jadyn modeling her new fish skirt.&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/1184807784181877351-8114870083335080967?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8114870083335080967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8114870083335080967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8114870083335080967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8114870083335080967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-some-random-pics.html' title='just some random pics.'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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/_O_hDFoLgNcQ/SKn5hUqzoPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gp3RPXSDbXY/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184807784181877351.post-6063035283516331472</id><published>2008-08-18T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:58:52.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer lovin......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer lovin....... Current mood: blessed&lt;br /&gt;had me a blasst...... oh wait sorry thats Grease.........&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start. I guess I should fill everyone in on the coming's and going's of the Fryor clan. for those of you who care and want to read...keep on rolling down .. for those of you who don't .. well isn't that what the red x at the top of the page is for? {ok so I really need to stop the sarcasm is just BEYOND out of control these days.- even Darold said dude to me the other day!}&lt;br /&gt;So we have spent a huge part of the summer at the pool. I took some of our rebate money and treated the family to a family pool pass. well worth the money- of course there were day's that the boys wouldn't leave my side {unless I of course would spend the entire day in the deep end with them jumping in into my arms. and lets not of course forget when Wy decided he could just JUMP on his own while patrick was jumping in..........my little daredevil.} and Jadyn made lots of new friends, flirted with lots of lifeguards such is life. we all got very tan and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;We spent a week in Wisconsin- at the Grindstone lake- where we will probably spend a week during the summer forever. this place is where I truley feel my heart is. every time I am there I feel so at peace, there is no way to explain it. Its like i feel connceted to my anscestors. Jadyn adn the boys all had traditional regala and danced in the powow {pics on the photo gallery folks} and my neice Emilie got a traditional indian name. I will have to look at the spelling again but it is indian for butterfly. The plans are also in the works for Jadyn and I to have a naming ceremony next summer so look for details of that coming, as it will be a spiritual journey for both of us this year and we are learning more and more about our ancestors and the culture. she is really enjoying it. this year was bittersweet as it was the first year i have gone that my Aunt Betty was not there. It seemed odd without her there. she was definatley missed and thought of the entire time I was there. I even went to the old grindstone house and said a prayer and talked to her. maybe seems corny to y'all. but i felt her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice Belle has spent 2 glorious weeks with us this summer. and her and my awesome sister dear also went on vaca with us. we love having belle and she is just the cutest damn thinge ver.... yes i am biased... deal.! Although it has been decided next year on vaca hotel rooms will be set up for halfway in the trip  up and the trip back lol.&lt;br /&gt;Jadyn finally had to get glasses. we have been getting her eyes tested since she was 3 {started patrick this year} and we knew this day was coming- but this summer they finally said she needed just a weak prescription for reading, book work, board work ect. but that they were fairly sure that within the next year she would have to wear them for everything. she picked out purple disney p-rincess wire frames with a dangly princess and at first was all excited but now is afraid she won't be cool... ummm dude... first grade.. how "cool" can you be? &lt;br /&gt;the kids have gone to 4 camps this summer. actually patrick went to 2, and jadyn went to 4. her FAVE by far was the summer day camp at Fellowship bible church in Charles town. she had  a blast! it was the most organized well put together daycamp i have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;we did a few day trips this summer and had a great time. we had more planned but Darold's dad got very sick at the beginning of the summer and spent 3 weeks in Fairfax hospital on a ventilator for 8 of those days. we were very scared! however he is home, doing better and slowly heading back to work but we spent a bulk of june traveling back and forth .&lt;br /&gt;we are pretty much done with the pool fo rhte season. patrick ended up back in the ER last weekend for an exacerbation of his asthma and a double ear infection with some major fluid build up. poor little guy. he knows when he needs a shot- he will bring me the sock monkey and tell me the sock monkey needs a shot. he kept telling the doc. {who used to work at loudoun with me btw so I love him!} i berry berry sick. we had a follow up visit with his primary care this week and we are headed for the allergist in 2 weeks for a round of skin testing. possible allergy shots. which I HATE teh thought of! however, if it helps his asthma I am all for it. the fall is a TERRIBLE time of the year for us!&lt;br /&gt;I mourned the loss of a cousin this past summer. my step dad's cousin Barry Sones past away several weeks ago. probably one of the funniest men I have ever known. I have known him for as long as i can remember. he was a wonderful man. he was 61 yrs old and from what I hear he past away in his sleep. thats the way I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start classes tomorrow to finally finish my RN. WHEW finally!&lt;br /&gt;Jadyn starts first grade on the 26th. all decked out with new clothes. she is ready. although she is telling me that she is getting married this year...... not sure mommy is ready for that. she is getting so big i am not handling it well at all~&lt;br /&gt;Patrick has learned how to ride his bike FAST in the last 2 weeks and its so cute and Wyatt has decided that EVERYONE is DA bomb! &lt;br /&gt;hope all is well on y'alls end of the world! take care&lt;br /&gt;Chrissi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-6063035283516331472?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6063035283516331472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=6063035283516331472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6063035283516331472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6063035283516331472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-lovin.html' title='summer lovin......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-1811971830617444054</id><published>2008-08-14T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:36:43.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer;" onclick="show_direct_form(83286,'http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com', 'ryo')" src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE HERE" alt="PPP Direct" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-1811971830617444054?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1811971830617444054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=1811971830617444054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1811971830617444054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/1811971830617444054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/ppp-direct.html' title=''/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-5188772768425189223</id><published>2008-08-13T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:32:55.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patrick poopypants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Patrick Poopypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I type this in brown...because appropriatley enough I will be speaking about poop. poop poop and more poop, or in Patrick's case the LACK there of. So we have been potty training since April. he got the pee pee part down pat right away. no problems. Has not had a pee pee accident since May or so. NOT ONE. Poopie is a different story. here is what our daily conversations consist of.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Patrick where are we going to go potty today?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;ME: GREAT Patrick! thats my big boy. now again, where do we go poopy at?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: {sigh} IN DA POTTY.&lt;br /&gt;after great lengths of picking between our sponge bob, diego , thomas or spider man underwear,,, at which point i am convinced he is just trying to decide W HO he wants to poopie on. we get underwear on. we sit on the potty every 20 minutes after breakfast , after lunch eect ect.&lt;br /&gt;the MINUTE my back is turned...... I smell it... the definate smell of poopie in da pants.&lt;br /&gt;ME: {sigh... sigh... AND again SIGH} Patrick did you poopy in your pants?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: No... I didn't... Wyatt did it.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt: NO I DIDNT POOPY, FAFRICK {his name for patrick} did it.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick.: {but up against the wall} nooooo I didn't poopy&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok p lets get changed.... {at which time I say AGAIN for hte millionth time} patrick where do we go poopie.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: ummmm in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;ME: why did you poopy in your pants?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: ummmm I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;ME: well sponge bob is very sad that you poopied onhim.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Oh Sorry spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;ME: why did you poopy on sponge bob?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Because I NEED to.&lt;br /&gt;DUDE... I am at my wits end! Jadyn was so easy to potty train. was done by her second bday- patrick has been a nightmare. at this point I may be in a nursing home before he is pooping in the potty! he is set to start preschool in 3 weeks and it looks like he will be starting preschool next year at age 4 because he is not ready and I am not sending him not ready and I cant keep stressing over it. its not fair to poor patrick. so alas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; his new name is patrick poopypants&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-5188772768425189223?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5188772768425189223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=5188772768425189223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5188772768425189223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5188772768425189223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/patrick-poopypants.html' title='patrick poopypants'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-4455901266922760561</id><published>2008-08-13T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:17:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy your da bomb!~</title><content type='html'>mommy your the bomb~ Current mood: adored&lt;br /&gt;so today~ I am sitting here changing my myspace around and just playing music on my laptop. any of you who know me know i love kid rock.. he is like sooo HOT! as one of my girlfriends says "eyes wide open baby!"&lt;br /&gt;anyway i love his new song all summer long. its an awesome freakin song. so i am sitting here redoing my myspace page and blaring it and Wy comes in and starts pumping his hands in the air and dancing around and pointing his finger and at the end of the song yells Mommy your da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;i about peed myself.&lt;br /&gt; I said no Wy YOU are the bomb.... he jumped up and at the top of his lungs yelled Mommy NO YOU are da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;god I love my boys!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4455901266922760561?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4455901266922760561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4455901266922760561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4455901266922760561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4455901266922760561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/mommy-your-da-bomb.html' title='mommy your da bomb!~'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-4068814123546845401</id><published>2008-08-05T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:44:30.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I am saddened by a loss of a cousin of mine. He was my step dad's cousin actually, and so that makes him my second cousin. I have known this man most of my life- and he truley was a wonderful man, funny, sarcastic and just plain wonderful. He passed away this week in his sleep, a way that I hope to pass away- quick and easy with no pain.&lt;br /&gt;God speed Barry- may you rest in peace and know that you are missed and loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4068814123546845401?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4068814123546845401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4068814123546845401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4068814123546845401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4068814123546845401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-am-saddened-by-loss-of-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-4144700351250279674</id><published>2008-08-04T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:23:53.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh......................</title><content type='html'>I am so bad at posting....... i always think I have to have something profound to say or write... and then I never post. but I am trying to stop that and start journaling every day.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt' do much this weekend- I was beat from working last week- so Saturday really, we just vegged. took a family trip to the grocery store- usually I do that alone when the kids are asleep but I decided we would all go, let Jadyn wear her new glasses and man the calculator to help keep me within budget. my goal was 100 for the week and we made it out in 118.06 so i was pretty darn proud of myself and Jadyn really enjoyed helping with the calculator and managing the coupons and helping mommy spot deals. the boys were just happy to be out. Darold had gone fishing on Friday so saturday was my "self appointed" family day.  So after that the kids just kind of napped and Jadyn went out to play with her friends.we had Long John Silvers for dinner. which was a big treat for the kiddos and the boys loved the battered shrimp! our neighbors littlest boy was hit by a car on Saturday night {nothing major but it did require a trip to the ER }so we had the oldest overnight and the kids had a blast. they all slept in this am. today I took the kids to the pool after Darold left for work and they had such a good time that they tuckered out.the boys were sound asleep at 6 and wouldn't wake up for anything and I opted to let them sleep. Jadyn wasn't far after- and then Mommy went to bed since Mommy had to work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;not much in store this week. today is going to be an at home day, catching up on cleaning, laundry and working on j's reading packet for school. I keep saying I am going to post some pics on here.. this week I promise!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-4144700351250279674?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4144700351250279674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=4144700351250279674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4144700351250279674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/4144700351250279674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='ugh......................'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-389770450630558768</id><published>2008-07-30T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:47:33.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so stinking tired.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am getting off work... getting the kids ready for camp and then I am crashing... There will probably be nothing exciting to post today, although I am going to attempt to post some pics of the family today, D is in charge of getting the kiddos off to camp this morning... I am going to get about 3 hrs of sleep so I am going going goin.......to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-389770450630558768?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/389770450630558768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=389770450630558768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/389770450630558768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/389770450630558768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-stinking-tired.html' title='so stinking tired.....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-6332433588685340304</id><published>2008-07-30T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:43:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish for My children.......</title><content type='html'>this is my wish for my children.. and some day my grandchildren... may they live long, fruitfull, happy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                "My Wish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,And each road leads you where you want to go,And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.And if one door opens to another door closed,I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,But more than anything, more than anything,My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold,And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,All the ones who love you, in the place you left,I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,And you help somebody every chance you get,Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,And you always give more than you take.But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold,And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold,And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.This is my wishI hope you know somebody loves youMay all your dreams stay big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-6332433588685340304?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6332433588685340304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=6332433588685340304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6332433588685340304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/6332433588685340304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-wish-for-my-children.html' title='My wish for My children.......'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-2301233906579276546</id><published>2008-07-29T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:06:51.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good!</title><content type='html'>Amid all the people complaining about the economy, gas prices and money crunches, which yes do suck... I decided to post a uplifting blog for once. Yes, the money crunch has hit us, as well as the gas prices... but I am thankful for so so much.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that Darold and I both have jobs- one of us or both of us could be out of work completley- so I am thankful we both have secure jobs. I am so thankful for each of my kiddos- each coming into this world under different circumstances and each with their different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good... I have one boy potty trained, another on his way, a girl who thinks I am her best friend in the entire world and swears nothing will ever change it, getting ready to go into first grade and take on the world. 2 boys who still think its the coolest thing ever to hug and kiss their mommy like there is no tomorrow and a patrick who starts preschool in a month. and so blessed that our little preemie is here at all to start preschool!&lt;br /&gt;thankful that wy is growing like the sprout he is and on his way to being my class clown, thankful that I know Jadyn is going to change the world someday.&lt;br /&gt;money is not great, but we are blessed in so many other way- we have food on the table we have love inour home and in our family... what more could you ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-2301233906579276546?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2301233906579276546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=2301233906579276546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2301233906579276546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/2301233906579276546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-good.html' title='life is good!'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-9213600109409397645</id><published>2008-07-14T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:08:48.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why does it seem they are growing so fast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It just seems like the kids are growing up so fast. Jadyn is 6.5 going on 21 I swear. she gets bigger and more grown up every day and it seems like every day I turn around the boys are doing more and more and getting bigger a nd bigger every day. I know that it will seem like no time and they will be graduating highschool, college, getting married and having grandkids. it makes me sad to think of it. I so enjoy this age. I am trying my hardest to enjoy every darn minute of it and not take it for granted beccause I know it will be gone all too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will post some pics of the kids tomorrow I -promise!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-9213600109409397645?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9213600109409397645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=9213600109409397645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/9213600109409397645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/9213600109409397645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-does-it-seem-they-are-growing-so.html' title='why does it seem they are growing so fast?'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-5449244679360792153</id><published>2008-07-10T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:00:56.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown....</title><content type='html'>to vacation......!!!!!! I can't wait. it doesn't seem like much of a vaction since the first day is on the road. we leave Wed. night and are on the road for about 20 hrs. straight through.... have I mentioned that this is with 2 girls who are 6 and 7..... 2 boys who are 2 and 3 one of whom gets extremley car sick and 3 adults... thats right 7 passengers in a 7 passenger mini van.  its 1063 miles,and it "supposed" to take 17 hrs.... well with 4 kids you know it will take Much much MUCH longer than 17 hrs. last year it was 23 hrs.Of course you may be told we will have an 8th passenger- as Jadyn insists that "piggy" our esteemed guinea pig will be traveling with us.... ummmm NOT!&lt;br /&gt;This summer has flown by so fast, its hard to beleive- Jadyn and Patrick have both been in Vacation Bible School this week and to top that off we have been using our pool passes- today patrick really had a complete meltdown i think this week has been alot for him, he isn't used to going to school or in this case camp and then do other stuff, so tomorrow we will spending the day vegging.. and my sister dear is coming down!!!&lt;br /&gt;the kids go back to school in just over a month. J enters the 1st grade on the 26th of August and Patrick starts pre-school on Sept 1. my babies are getting so so big! I can't beleive it!!!&lt;br /&gt;well thats about all on this end for today I need to get better at blogging to keep my family up dated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-5449244679360792153?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5449244679360792153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=5449244679360792153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5449244679360792153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/5449244679360792153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/countdown.html' title='countdown....'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-127043004382360749</id><published>2008-07-04T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:06:10.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a hectic week...</title><content type='html'>and I am beat! We have only been to the pool twice this week but we stayed the entire time they were open, and the kids came home beat! we all have had our share of sun and are tan! it has been fun but I sure am ready for my trip to Wisconsin on the 17th! its Darold and I and the kids and my sister and niece{who is coming next week to spend a few days with us!! can't wait!} we love going.. its a long drive {22 hrs} but well worth it. and my niece Emilie is getting named this year. next summer Jadyn and I will have a combined naming ceremony.  i am so excited to be teaching my kids part of their heritage and having them growing up being able to go out and dance inthe powow! jadyn will dance grand entry again this year and if their outfits are done so will the boys.it will be FANTASTIC!  other than that we don't have any real summer plans. we want to do the national zoo in the fall and we really want to take the kids to the aquariaum and the crayola crayon factory- as well as a few places around here. the kids are having a blast this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-127043004382360749?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/127043004382360749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=127043004382360749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/127043004382360749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/127043004382360749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-hectic-week.html' title='its been a hectic week...'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8776767744225736595</id><published>2008-06-26T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:19:46.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We are about 2 weeks into summer vacation and have already  been to the pool more times than I can count. We used some of our stimulus check to purchase a pool pass to the local pool. it was about 200 dollars but when I added up how much it would actually cost us to go there a few times a week even witht he boys being free- it was well over 200 dollars. I almost didn't buy the pass but I finally said.. you know if I buy th epass then its PAID for. thats one summer activity that is completley paid for I don't have to worry about coming up with admission fees to the pool each time. just gas going there, swim diapers and any snacks we get there. I ususally do really good about packing snacks and making sure we eat lunch before we go but today we decided to get lunch on the way as a treat- i got hotdogs and we had ice cream sundaes {nutty buddies} at the pool. Jadyn and Patrick are such water babies its not funny. sure is a twist because last year patrick was TERRIFIED of the pool, now he is going deeper than i would like and deeper than he REALIZES he can go, jumping off the side of the pool, Jadyn jumps off the side, wyatt is still a bit afraid but today for the first time realized that it wasn't that bad and was putting his face, back ect ect in the pool it was great! we came home and they are beat! I am hoping that they go to bed early tonight so I can get a nap in for work!!! have a good day everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8776767744225736595?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8776767744225736595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8776767744225736595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8776767744225736595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8776767744225736595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fun.html' title='SUMMER FUN'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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-1184807784181877351.post-8886405630035231519</id><published>2008-06-25T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:44:49.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREETINGS FROM THE WORLD OF FRYOR'S</title><content type='html'>Well hello, my name is Chrissi and this is my first attempt at blogging. i thought this was a good way for me to stay connected, vent and among other things earn little bit of extra cash through payperpost!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am 31 years old, and I am a full time working, but stay at home mommy, does that make any sense at all? If you lived in our chaotic world it would haha~I currently work full time midnights as a Nurse {LPN, but soon to be back in school full time to finish my RN} and my husband Darold works full time second shift. so that puts one of us at home at all times so that our kids no longer need to go to daycare. it has enabled me to do more things with my daughters kindergarten class this past year, be a room mommy and get lots of mommy time with my boys!&lt;br /&gt;We are the proud parents of 4 kids. My stepson Cory is 14, and our three kids Jadyn who is 6 {going on 30} and my boys Patrick and Wyatt who are 3 1/2 and 2. there are 15 months between them and the differences in them are night and day!&lt;br /&gt;We live in the eastern panhandle of WV and although its not where we want to stay... for right now its home.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to read my silly little intro.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184807784181877351-8886405630035231519?l=thefryorclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8886405630035231519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1184807784181877351&amp;postID=8886405630035231519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8886405630035231519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1184807784181877351/posts/default/8886405630035231519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefryorclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/greetings-from-world-of-fryors.html' title='GREETINGS FROM THE WORLD OF FRYOR&apos;S'/><author><name>THE FRYOR CLAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503656057279129664</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></feed>
