<?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-7626915142018787998</id><updated>2011-10-12T10:44:13.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fry Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures in the Fry Home</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626915142018787998.post-2675921996760546021</id><published>2011-10-03T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:30:51.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the size of my family.  For me, 4 kids is perfect.  They're spaced just far enough apart, but close enough together... and I was done having kids at the age of 30.  I pat myself on the back for my successful family planning and feel pretty happy with the way things are.  I've really been enjoying our family dynamic lately, and things have been going smoothly.  I think I've finally figured out how to make this work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Ezra was born Josiah and I looked at our 4 beautiful children and proclaimed our family complete.  Ta da!!  All done.  Four beautiful children.  It's a large family by most people's standards, and I really felt comfortable with were my family was.  Starting potty training is not fun, but hey, pretty soon I won't have to change diapers any more!!  WOO HOO!!  And I only have one kid at home with me while the big kids are in school, so that makes getting stuff done and keeping the house clean so much easier.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some days I feel guilty for loving the time that I get to myself.  I really do love sending my kids off to school.  Having some precious hours of peace and quiet in my home, where I can focus on what I need done- not what I have to take care of for one of my kids- is like heaven.  There are precious moments with the kids when they are home, but honestly, if there are one or two precious moments each day, there are about 30 moments where mommy is cleaning up an unexpected mess, intervening in a fight, trying to teach some kind of moral lesson, or having a kid stomp off saying "You are such a MEAN MOM!" after stopping some kind of bad behavior.  Those moments are not fun.  They are not sweet.  They are not precious.  They are a necessary part of being a good parent.  I'm helping my children grow into good, kind, and responsible human beings, but boy, it is not always fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, having my 4 children grow up, become more independent, and spend more time on their own is something I love and look forward to.   And I had made it!  After 10 years, I was finally at the point where my kids were growing and spending time outside of my home and I could get some "me" time!  I might even be able to have a clean-ish house, or pick up on sewing, or painting, or writing music again! Then Elder Neil L. Andersen got up and gave a wonderful talk at the Saturday afternoon session of General Conference and threw a monkey wrench in my plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't remember, he talked about children and the blessing they are in a home.  Then he talked about how we choose to have children, and the blessings we get from choosing to give one of Heavenly Father's children a body and a loving home, even if it's not easy.  And it hit me- I need to have another baby.  And the first thing my husband thought when he heard that talk was the same.  Ummm, that's not the plan.  We're done.  We're happy with things the way they are.  Aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josiah and I talked that evening, after the kids were in bed.  He has a pretty good job now.  I don't have any health problems or complications when pregnant or in labor.  We have a happy and loving home.  There's an empty seat in the mini-van...   So many reasons that it made sense, but didn't fit the plan we had made.  We thought about it and prayed about it and talked again on Sunday after kids were in bed, and both of us felt strongly that we should have another baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT?!!  This morning I woke up and thought, "Did I really decide that I should get pregnant again?!!  Am I crazy?!"  All the reasons that had made me feel happy with things the way they were came flying at me.  I like my quiet time with only one kid at home.  I like being healthy and thin.  I feel overwhelmed with 4 kids some days, what am I going to do with 5?! What would we have to pay out of pocket for the medical bills?  I never even paid attention to that when we looked over the health plan at work, because, duh, we weren't having any more so it didn't matter.  Am I ready to get all fat and out of shape again?  What if I don't loose the baby weight this time?  What if we have another boy?  We can't fit 4 beds into that bedroom!  We'll have to add onto the house again, and the addition we have isn't even done yet!  I just threw away all of my maternity clothes.  I was freaking out a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like living the gospel is pretty easy.  Don't get me wrong, sometimes it's difficult to do what's right.  I struggle and make mistakes, but for me living the gospel is not HARD, it's just not always easy.  I've never really felt like I've had to make a hard choice between what I want to do and what the Lord wants me to do.  So far, the Lord and I have been on the same page most of the time.  I've been lucky, or blessed, that I haven't had a trial of faith, where I really want something different from what the Lord wants.  Usually when I get some inspiration I feel happy, relieved even, to have direction and a sense of doing what's right.  But this time the inspiration is HARD!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I was struck by lightning... it just came out of nowhere.  It's not like the idea even crossed my mind lately.  Baby?  Again?  ME?!  Are you sure?  The feeling was so strong and sudden that I almost wanted to blame it on hormones, but then Josiah turned to me and said "You know, the only reason I didn't want another baby was because of diapers."  Then he gives me that look.  I know that look... the I'm going to be a daddy again look.  I knew without a doubt that this is what the Lord wants for us.  There's a spirit up there that needs our home.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I'm freaking out a little.  But I'm excited, too.  Some time in the next year or two another little spirit will join our family.  By then I'm sure that I'll be happy and ready, but for today I'm still a little nervous.  I know that big blessings come from doing what the Lord asks of us- even if it totally changes our plans and throws us for a loop.  I'm ready and willing, it's just going to take me a few days to get used to it, that's all.&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/7626915142018787998-2675921996760546021?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/2675921996760546021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2011/10/kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/2675921996760546021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/2675921996760546021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2011/10/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-9088538375541972044</id><published>2011-08-26T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:40:41.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My dear friends and family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's still a month to go until "Breast Cancer Awareness Month,"  but I've already started to get those "for girls only" messages in my inbox.  You know, the ones where you post the color of your bra, or where you like to keep your purse, your shoe size, or whatever.  Just letting you know:  I'm not participating.  I'm also not going to dress in pink and pay 20% more for something because it's pink and they'll donate 5 cents to cancer research. I know... I'm a party pooper, but I really don't see how this really helps cure cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about awareness.  And being aware is important.  You can't defend yourself from something that you aren't even aware of, right?!  We all need fun and friendly little reminders to do the things we know we should in order to keep ourselves healthy.  I get that.  What I don't get is how posting something really vague and possibly sexually suggestive will help your sisters, mothers, daughters, and friends get the exams and treatments they need to stay healthy.  Because, really, a lot of those people never got the memo... They have no idea that "pink, with black polka dots!" or "I like it on the table"  is actually some kind of code for "If you like your female parts, you should take care of them and get them checked out by a doctor regularly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness is good.  But it's ACTION that will cure cancer.    So, if I don't reply or post any of your little games or codes, don't be offended.  Go for it!  Have fun!  Post to your heart's content all of that stuff, but please, when you're done posting your funny stuff, don't forget that being aware isn't enough.  You have to DO something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pay attention to your body.  Know what's normal, and what's not.  Get regular check-ups and exams at the doctor's office.  I know... I hate them too!!  They are uncomfortable and embarrassing, but they can save your life.  So, one woman to another- take care of yourself.  Please.   Breast cancer is a horrible disease.  So is leukemia, and heart disease, and diabetes...  the list goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there.  I'm off my soapbox now.  Love to you all.  Here's to hopes for a healthy year for all of us, man and woman alike, and no matter what the disease... I hope we can find a cure someday.  But until we do, all we can do is fight a good fight and hope we win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, no code.  No secret email.  No memo needed to explain how something vague I posted is to remind us of cancer. This year you get a frank and open statement from me:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancer is nasty.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;It hurts, it destroys, it kills.  People love you, and would be devastated if you left them.  So PLEASE, no matter your age or health status, here's a friendly reminder.  Make sure you're up to date with all of your checkups and screenings.  If you're not, please make an appointment.  Catch it early, treat it quickly, and live on for yourself and those of us who care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-9088538375541972044?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/9088538375541972044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2011/08/cancer-awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/9088538375541972044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/9088538375541972044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2011/08/cancer-awareness.html' title='Cancer Awareness'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-3329223587603815008</id><published>2011-07-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:38:10.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Companies Hate Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;          I think car companies hate me.  Well, they don't hate just me.  I think they hate all families that dare to have more than 3 kids.  Really.  I'm serious about this.  No one must have more than 2.3 children, or you are stuck forever in your choice of a gutless mini-van or a 3 MPG tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          So, I have a tiny Hyundai Accent that Josiah and I purchased back when we only had 1 child.  It's nice, it was really cheap, it gets almost 40 MPG, it can park anywhere, and has seats for 5.  Then came along child #4.  I now drive a bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;          Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not a bus... just your average 10 year old mini-van.  But still.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;.  It's old, so it didn't cost much, but new they cost twice what my little car does.  It has terrible gas mileage, has the get up and go of your average little old man, makes u-turns over 4 lanes, and has seats for 7.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 I'm just wondering... why is it that to add one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; we must double the size and cost, and cut the gas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mileage&lt;/span&gt; in half?  Seriously.  I can go and get 2 standard no frills little cars for the same price of one vehicle that seats 6.  I want 1, count 'em, just 1 more person to be able to sit in there!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Browse vehicles at a dealership and this is what you get: "Here you are, a tiny hatchback that seats 5.  Or over here we have a sporty small car that seats 5.  A nice standard car that also seats 5.  A large sedan... very roomy.  It has enough room for a body in the trunk, but alas, seatbelts for only 5.  Or we have this beautiful SUV that seats, you guessed it, 5.  Here we have a sporty wagon with plenty of room for a family of 5.  This is our latest crossover.  It's sporty, gets great gas mileage, has all wheel drive, and seats 5.  Or you can drive this bus (we like to call it a "mini-van"), about like driving a stylish elephant made of jello, but it has seats for 7."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          See what I'm talking about?!  Car companies hate people that have kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Now, add to this that we live on a dirt road, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; monsoon season our road is one giant mud pit with nice sandy washes here and there for variety.  So, we really need something that won't leave us stranded in the muck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;                  Ooooo&lt;/span&gt;... now we get an even better choice!  Now the only option is the behemoth 4x4 that sucks down enough petrol to power a small city on a drive into the grocery store.  Or if we only need seats for 5, we can get a nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; 4x4 crossover wagon that gets 27 MPG and- lookie there- it also costs $12,000 less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Thanks.  Thanks a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Now I get to make a choice that I dread.  When I buy our next vehicle, do I break down and buy the Ford, Chevy, or Nissan version of the behemouth 4x4 that has room for my entire family, but is the most impractical vehicle in the world for everyday driving and will literally take every last penny of my discretional money to fuel.  Or, do I get a smaller, less expensive, better MPG, all around better to drive vehicle that will always leave one person at home or in another vehicle because it only has seatbelts for 5 dang people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Anyway.  My thoughts on the matter.  For now I'll just drive the mini-van and be stuck in the mud every time it rains, because- let's face it- I don't have the cash for a new car anyway.  But someday I will, and hopefully by then one of my kids can drive and I will make them buy their own car and I can drive whatever I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-3329223587603815008?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3329223587603815008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2011/07/car-companies-hate-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/3329223587603815008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/3329223587603815008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2011/07/car-companies-hate-me.html' title='Car Companies Hate Me'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-2762846838960195980</id><published>2010-12-05T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:04:59.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Things</title><content type='html'>Here are 30 things about me.  I'm afraid I may be a little too candid here, but anyway, here it goes.  Don't judge me too harshly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  I love the outdoors.  If I'm inside I like the shads open and letting in the light so I can "feel" the outside.  Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  Loving the outdoors like I do, most of my favorite things happen outside; hiking rock climbing, swimming, camping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3  I cannot play any sport that involves a ball.  Not tennis, softball, football, pool, ping-pong, basketball, the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4  I only like to watch sports if I actually know a player or coach.  If I don't personally know anyone on the team I have no desire to watch, but if I do I am such a fan and can get really wrapped up in a game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5  I'm not afraid of anything.  Things I don't want to touch or think too much about, yes.  But afraid?  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6  I love being alone.  A quiet place with no one around is my idea of heaven.  I think that's why I love the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7  I am a terrible house keeper.  I have little places that I like to always keep tidy, but the rest of my house doesn't get touched until we have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8  Part of me loves to get all decked out with awesome hair, make-up, clothes, and cute shoes.  But when I do I always feel a little guilty, vain, and wicked, like I'm doing it for attention.  Whenever I look in the mirror and think "Man, I look GOOD!" there is this little war going on in my head trying to decide if I should.  So it doesn't happen often.  I know- I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9  Although I think of myself as young, at the rip old age of 30 I have arthritis.  My knee aches and makes awful sounds when I bend it, my fingers get stiff, and my shoulder is a wreck.  It's the one thing that makes me feel really old sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10  I am not a hugger.  I don't really like to be touched very much, the exception being my husband and little babies.  I love to cuddle with Josiah or snuggle a baby, but everyone else can stay at arms length most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11  I like to exercise.  And if I'm bored, or can't think of anything else to do I just randomly do some sit-ups or wall-sits until I think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12  I LOVE to read.  As a child books were full of my best, and sometimes only, friends.  Like movies, only the enjoyment last for days instead of minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13  I love action movies.  I hate swearing and gore, so I usually have to wait for TV edited versions, but I like a good action flick better than romance or comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14  When I was a kid I wished I was a boy.  I thought they got to have way more fun!  Now I know that I can be a lady and have fun- they aren't mutually exclusive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15  I like candy bars and my favorite is always changing.  In fact, I don't have a favorite for most things...  That would be way to boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16  I like to cook, but not at my own house.  My kitchen is painfully small and then I have to cleanup after all the cooking, so although I'm a pretty fantastic cook, I don't do it very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17  I think furniture should be pretty, not just functional.  I would rather go without a sofa than have an ugly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18  I love fine art.  Once upon a time I did lots of artsy stuff.  Now I just think fondly of a day when my life won't be filled with diapers, laundry, homework, scouts, and all the millions of other things that get priority now.  Someday I'll sculpt, paint, draw and craft to my heart's content.  Now I just hope that the stuff I managed to make in the past doesn't get trashed by my adorable, but hyper, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19  In May my husband and I will celebrate 11 years of marriage.  He is my best friend in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20  I'm not very good at making friends.  I'm shy, in a loud way, and I tend to put my foot in my mouth when I talk to people... so yeah, I'm working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21  I hated High School.  It was the worst 4 years of my life.  Thank goodness for good people who helped me through it, and THANK GOODNESS that what you are in High School doesn't have to be who you are for the rest of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22  Blue and green are my favorite colors, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23  I have four adorable children.  Some days are great and I think I'll have a dozen more.  Others I think "What was I thinking!  Can I return these?"  I have no idea if we'll have more or not.  Right now I'm just trying to figure out how to be a good mom to the ones I've got.  Ask me again in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24  I think life is pretty hard.  It's not always fun.  It's lonely, and sad, and confusing sometimes.  Some days you may wish you were never born.  I've struggled with depression in my life, but this is what I've learned:  The happy moments make it all worth while.  Cling to them!  Hope for them!  Don't give up on them!  Today is NOT forever.  And dwelling on the misery will not make you feel any better!  Find a happy thought and keep moving forward.  It'll get better someday, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25  I think most people are basically good.  I think even the ones who do things we don't like or hurt us are wither clueless, damaged, or have some misguided idea motivating them.  I like to think that everyone does the best with what they've got and I hope others will be understanding when I'm a bonehead sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26  I love animals, but I'm lazy.  I don't really like to take care of them all the time.  I like the idea in cartoons where the animals are wild and take care of themselves, but area friendly, so you can hold them and pet them when you want.  Too bad real life isn't like that.  You want the cute and cuddly buddy, you got to put in the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27  Someday I'm going skydiving.  I have no idea when.  My time and money are pretty much all accounted for these days, but it will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28  I love food.  Italian, Mexican, Chinese, Sushi, greasy cheeseburgers with grilled onions, mushrooms, bacon and extra cheese.  And brownies, and pie, and cookies...  This is why I love exercising, otherwise I would weigh 300 lbs.  Food is yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29  I'm a Mormon, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  If you don't know that about me, well, I am!  And I like to think it's a part of who I am, not just a place I go each Sunday.  I believe it's made me a better person, more loving, more understanding, more helpful, more honest, more forgiving.  Of course, I have days were I'm not those things as much as I should be, but it's a process.  As long as I'm a little better today than yesterday, or this week than last week, I'm moving in the right direction.  Thanks to my Heavenly Father for His Son, Jesus Christ, and His atonement and forgiveness.  Heaven knows I need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30  I've run out of things to tell you.  Sure, there are a lot more things about me to share, but I'll save them or another day.  Also, I can't think of a good one to wrap it all up, so that's all you get.  I hope you don't think I'm too crazy after you've read all of this!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-2762846838960195980?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/2762846838960195980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/2762846838960195980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/2762846838960195980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-things.html' title='30 Things'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-2458959569798819011</id><published>2010-08-16T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:14:29.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Example</title><content type='html'>My kids like to talk to each other with mean voices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that most of their conversations are undertaken with a less than polite tone, and often end up with full blown yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example from the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are playing in the bedroom.  They haven't been there long when I start to hear some arguing about who is going to play with what.  It sounds like this is going to be a fight pretty soon.  I think they need a reminder of how to work out the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Use your nice voices when you talk to each other, please," I call from the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work.  They continue to snip at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in a caustic manner, and I'm getting tired of it.  I call again, "Use NICE VOICES when you talk, please!"  only a bit louder this time, so that they can hear me down the hall and over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own voices.  A few minutes later I hear that it's escalating to yelling.  "Stop it kiddo's, remember- we don't yell at each other!"  More yelling and angry voices, so I walk down the hall and stand in the doorway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you listening to me?  Use your kind voices.  We do not talk to our family that way!"   Now they are yelling to me why their brother/sister is the worst ever and he/she won't play how they want, they stole a treasured toy, etc.  The yelling has not stopped, in fact, it is almost to the point of screaming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stomp into the bedroom.  "That is it- STOP YELLING RIGHT NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a look at my two oldest kids who are facing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  They have their hands on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hips, leaning slightly forward, faces red.  At this point I glance in the full length mirror on the wall behind them and get a look at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands on hips, leaning slightly forward, red face... and I realized I was just yelling at them to get them to stop yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so my kids have a problem with using kind voices with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; family members, but I think this may be a mommy problem.  I have this fleeting excuse go through my brain- they did it first, I'm just yelling AFTER they've been yelling for 10 minutes without listening to me...  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mommy wants to solve a problem she yells at them- that is all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; little minds are going to remember.  They won't remember the 3, 4, or 5 reminders and warnings before the yelling started, just the yelling at the end.  Mommy needs to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my new goal is to always use a kind, soft voice when I talk to my kids.   Even when they really do something that is making me loose my mind, or hurting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, or yelling I'm going to speak softly.  Oh, they're still busted.  I just get to send them to the corner or take away TV &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; with a smile and a soft voice.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not a smile, but as calmly and kindly as this frazzled mommy can muster, because whether I like it or not, they will eventually follow this mommy's example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-2458959569798819011?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/2458959569798819011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommys-example.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/2458959569798819011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/2458959569798819011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommys-example.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Example'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-6422367988578447964</id><published>2010-05-10T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:11:17.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cold Drink</title><content type='html'>Winter is finally gone. Here comes summer. Yep, I know I skipped spring. I don't think I have spring at my house. It went from freezing at night and having to bring my plants in each evening so they don't die- to full blown HOT in less than a week. The weather around here is getting pretty hot and dry. In some ways it's nice. The grass started growing again. My little seedlings can stay outside all the time now. The kids don't have to remember a jacket. But there are always yucky things, too. The most annoying is that it always takes about a week for my sinuses to get used to the sudden change in weather. For a few days I get lovely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; nosebleeds. The just start out of nowhere. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I've learned that if I stay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hydrated&lt;/span&gt; that it helps it happen a little less. So, the other day I was driving and doing errands on a particularly hot day and started getting that dried out feeling. Uh Oh! I needed something to drink before I became an erupting volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drivethru&lt;/span&gt; and had them give you a drink, but no straw? I hate it when that happens. Of course I think "no problem, I don't use a straw at home. I'll just drink like normal." Well, normally I don't drink from a cup that huge. Have you ever tried to drink from a giant cup and drive at the same time? The cup is so big that all you can see is the inside of the cup. So I tried drinking sort of off to the side. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... not really working. So I just sort of slurp it and then quick chug a bunch at the next stoplight. That seems to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in the movies when a dam breaks there is always this creaking sound, then a little crack, then a big crack with some spraying water. Finally the dam crumbles and water bursts forth. I'm not sure that's the way it happens in real life. It's not the way it happened in my cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pay attention to the fact that the ice had formed a nice little dam in my cup. No creaking. No little crack to warn me. Just a very sudden sticky shower with ice up my nose, down my shirt, and a very wet lap. Most of all a waste of $2! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time I clean out my car, instead of throwing it out, I'm going to stash a straw in my glove box for the next time I really need a cold drink and some poor kid forgets to hand me one in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drivethru&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if I can fit a roll of paper towels in there, too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-6422367988578447964?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/6422367988578447964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/05/cold-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6422367988578447964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6422367988578447964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/05/cold-drink.html' title='A Cold Drink'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-1642315556110173901</id><published>2010-04-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:33:02.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Soup"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it's been one of those days.  I'm sure everyone feels the same sometimes.  It just stinks when I have one!  It's a day when I look at my life and think "why, oh why did I sign up for this?"  Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a wife and a mom is not fun.  Maybe if you have a super husband with no flaws (and I have yet to meet a woman with one of those).  Maybe if you have one of those super perfect children with tons of friends, perfect manners, and straight A's (again, if there is one out there I doubt there is a family with 2 of them).  I look at the messy house, the car needing new brakes, the dwindling funds, the pile of paperwork I've been procrastinating, one kid recently diagnosed as ADD, another is dyslexic, and another doing everything in his power to not be potty trained, and I get a bit crazy.  At least the baby is good.  For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that we live next door to my husband's grandparents.  I love them.  They are very good to me and my family, but it's getting to be more and more work to help them out so they can stay at home- not the nursing home.  I don't mind, but it is just one more thing on the endless "mommy list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and take a second to breathe.  In... out... in... out...  I close my eyes and take a moment to get a little sanity.  I take the preschooler to the potty and he doesn't fight me this time.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  And then the baby falls asleep.  SUPER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I'm taking my victories, as little as they may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... things aren't too bad.  I can do this.  There are brief moments of peace, like yesterday when the kids and I went for a walk.  I even laughed when they all tried to ride in the stroller at the same time.  I need to laugh more often.  Heck, just finding a reason to smile would be a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught a lesson to my primary kids on Sunday about priorities and perspective.  Time for me to listen to my own sermon!  Yes, there are a lot of immediate needs to be met, but there are more important things out there.  "Step away from the dishes for a minute" I tell myself.  I get 5 minutes of scripture study in before the phone rings.  Not too bad.  I give my 3 year old a big snugly hug and kiss.   I plan another walk with the big kids tonight so we can have a nice chat without the "babies."  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... and I need some time with my sweetheart, too.  Maybe we'll make tonight a no TV night and actually spend time together, not just in the same room.  That all will help, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mommy way of making sure I don't sell my birthright for a bowl of soup.  As moms our lives are full of "soup."  Dishes, laundry, bills, diapers, mops, homework, whiny kids, grumpy husbands, dinners to be made, cupboards to fill, closets to clean out, and for a lot of us there is a job of some kind, too.  We expect ourselves to be the perfect maid, nanny, nurse, therapist, best friend, teacher, financial advisor, nutritionist, ardent lover, and so many other things for our families.  Oh yeah, and we feel the need to look like a super model while we do it.  I think there is something wrong with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soup" is necessary... but I'm in real need of remembering the birthright part.  My kids and husband need more than a glorified, maid/nanny.  A mom does all that stuff, sure.  But we are more, and that is the part I forget when I'm sweating all that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are a mom- let go of some of that "soup" for a few minutes today.  It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Find your birthright and work towards it!  Smile with someone you love, have a relaxing or deep conversation.  Laugh at something.  Find the part of being a wife and mother that makes you happy, and then do it!  It makes the soup taste better anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-1642315556110173901?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/1642315556110173901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/04/soup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/1642315556110173901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/1642315556110173901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/04/soup.html' title='&quot;Soup&quot;'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-8858566636251197574</id><published>2010-03-22T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:37:53.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite a Miracle Pants</title><content type='html'>I know this seems like a silly thing to blog about, but I've been having a hard time losing the last of my "mommy tummy" so I decided that a little help would be nice. I've heard a lot about those miracle underthings that instantly make you look a size smaller, so I thought- wow, why not?!! Out I went to a local store on my quest for a tiny tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there are about 10 to choose from and 6 of them I throw out right away because I think my husband would either laugh or run in fear from the grandma that suddenly appeared in his bed. Yes, they were that bad. Just looking at them in the store I think I aged about 20 years. They were the very worst kind of "granny panties" and no matter how hot I would look in them with my clothes on, I do have to eventually take those clothes off. No way I will ever let a living being see me in those things. Next I look at the 4 remaining choices. Of the 4 remaining, 2 are around $30, one of them is an unbelievable $45.  One less than $12. I sit there and think. Is it worth it? I look in my checkbook at the dwindling funds, do a bit of quick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calculating&lt;/span&gt;, and decide it's either the $12 ones or nothing. I throw them in the cart next to the peanut butter and diapers. I stand there for a second, then I shove them under the diapers... just in case I see someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I get all excited and try them on. Out of the package they look tiny. Good, maybe they'll really do the job! I put them on and I'm not impressed. First of all, they seem to fit alright, it smooths everything out, but I look in the mirror and it's all wrong. I think I actually look fatter. How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I look back I can see that there is a flaw in the whole idea. All that fat has to go SOMEWHERE. It doesn't just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt;. "Abra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cadabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," *poof* and it's gone. Right, that could happen in my dreams, but in life, I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that I have fat all over, but for the most part it's fat that I don't mind. It's not jiggly or flabby, it's mostly firm, evenly distributed to the right places, and looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just have this spot around and under my belly button where things are pretty bad- Mother Nature's gift after 4 giant babies. I will not go into details, no need to give you nightmares. If you are a mom you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these "magical" pants are squeezing all of my fat and it has to go somewhere. Of course it follows the path of least resistance... So all that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fat from my hips and sides are all being pushed around and end up in the place where there is plenty of room, thanks to those giant babies. Right smack dab in the middle of my stomach. Oh, it's not jiggly, held in by the industrial strength &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lycra&lt;/span&gt;. It's nice and firm. And huge. I may technically be an inch smaller, but the proportions are all off. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I put my clothes on over them to see if it's just my imagination. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear them for a day and things really start to go wrong. Slippage on something so tight is not good. Now I have the dreaded "muffin top," something I didn't have before. So I adjust, again. And again. Now I feel stupid. I wash my hands in the bathroom and glance in the mirror- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Who is that fat woman? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, now I'm sure. I look worse. Now for the real decision, do I spring for a $50 pair and hope that they are better? Do I buy the dreaded granny pants and never let my husband see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off the stupid things and enjoy the feel of freedom again. I start to do some serious thinking.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poochy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tummy, but I have beautiful kids. They are not always well behaved, but they are adorable. And my husband has never complained about how I look. In fact, if I ever say anything he's quick to say I'm being silly. I look in the mirror at my stomach, sucking it in and remembering how it looked before the kids. I'm just too vain. I loved my stomach 10 years ago. I thought it was my best feature, and now it's not. GET OVER IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relax the muscles and see the transformation into reality. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I suddenly feel the need to do about 500 sit-ups. After I get some laundry done, and the baby bathed I'll have some time. Oh yeah, today is cub scouts. I'll put it on the agenda for tomorrow... or maybe Thursday. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-8858566636251197574?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/8858566636251197574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-quite-miracle-pants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/8858566636251197574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/8858566636251197574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-quite-miracle-pants.html' title='Not Quite a Miracle Pants'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-6888156360201208981</id><published>2010-01-25T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:24:50.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to College!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7FqPe8oN28/S127Hoyd8RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RDdleziLkPM/s1600-h/diploma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 90px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430702465561260306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7FqPe8oN28/S127Hoyd8RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RDdleziLkPM/s320/diploma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So- I've been thinking for a while about getting a job. The thing is- I don't really want my kids to stay with a babysitter. The two oldest spend a good part of the day at school, but I still have a 3 year old and an 8 month old. I really feel like I need to be the one to take care of them! This may sound like a moot point in this day and age, but that's my #1 job, to take care of my kids. So I flip-flop over the issue. Some days I feel like I'd do just about anything to make a few extra bucks, and another I feel like there is no way that I can leave someone else to raise my beautiful babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do, what to do?! A few nights I tossed and turned worrying about how was the best way to take care of my family. Of course, then I was a tired mommy- and we all know a tired mommy is a grouchy mommy- and a grouchy mommy equals a grouchy family! So, after a few days of overall unhappiness throughout the family, I decided I had to do something. Anything. I had to make a real decision and then live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I applied for a few night jobs in our small town... and... nothing. Not a call back. Not a thank you for applying but no thanks... nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT- NOW WHAT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stress and frustration was overwhelming. What kind of a person can't get a job working night shifts and weekends at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the holiday season? Waiting tables at Denny's? I'll tell you what kind- a loser like ME! Or, so I thought. Again, some sleepless nights... again some nasty days with a grouchy family... I felt like I was at a breaking point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, I think it was a blessing that I didn't get the jobs. If I had got one of those jobs I might have stopped looking for other options, and other options were what my family really needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father-in-law teaches a few classes at the local community college and one day I thought maybe I'd take one. But then I'd have to come up with a few hundred bucks for tuition and books... and gas to drive the 40+ miles into town and to the campus. Crap. I don't have any money. No way I can afford even one class right now. But then this light came on in my head... I may not be a poor starving college student anymore, but back in the day I remember filling out some paperwork to see if someone else would pay for my college. I can do that again, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I googled "college grants" and found a government website where you can fill out applications for student aid. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I'll go to the community college... um... half-time, that's 6 credits, right? 2 classes... I can do that... working towards my Associates... majoring in what... well, when I was 19 I majored in fine arts and goofing around, that won't get me any jobs... Josiah's dad teaches &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;electrician&lt;/span&gt; courses, so if I want to take them maybe I'll major in Construction Science... And so my train of thought went as I filled out paperwork and applications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time the applications were submitted I had a plan. 2 classes a semester- one night class and one online class. I would major in construction science with a minor in small business management, classes that would make me a true partner in Josiah's remodeling business. By the time I get my degree I'll have all the kids in school and be able to go to work with Josiah and actually do more than sweep floors and hand him tools!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the application they gave me an estimate of the funds I would be approved for. I couldn't believe my eyes... It would be a huge help for our family's finances for me to go to just 6 credits a semester. No need to find a job- just one night a week at the college would take care of most of my family's basic living expenses. Woo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!! What a blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm back to school and ready for an adventure. Maybe I'll have my degree by the time I'm 40. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-6888156360201208981?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/6888156360201208981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-college.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6888156360201208981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6888156360201208981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-college.html' title='Back to College!'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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/_U7FqPe8oN28/S127Hoyd8RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RDdleziLkPM/s72-c/diploma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626915142018787998.post-549318217991592219</id><published>2009-12-29T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:35:48.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings, Blessings, BLESSINGS!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a great Christmas! It has been one filled to the top with blessings.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I got&lt;/span&gt; the best gift of all this year- LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of the month found us pretty broke, and about half way through we figured that our finances would let us pay our tithing or pay for Christmas, not both. Of course that made me VERY stressed! It was pretty tempting to hold onto that check and not hand it to the Bishop for another month, but Josiah and I decided to pay tithing and let us figure out Christmas later. Well, I felt good about that decision, but not really excited about the idea that we might not be able to get anything for our kids at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then here came all the blessings... I've always believed that the Lord blessed us when we paid a full tithe, but I never saw any "miracles" or obvious blessings before. Well, now I can say I know that I've been blessed directly from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessings just started pouring in;  family members paid us money back for things I'm sure they didn't owe, aunts and uncles gave our kids very generous gifts, and so many people helping in every way to help us have a great Christmas.  Those with no idea of our financial situation helped in ways I would have never imagined.  A customer was so happy with the work Josiah did they wrote the check for a substantial amount over the bill we sent them.  Then we checked the mail one day and found a box full of gifts.  One for each member of our family.  There was no return address on the box, and the "from" was blank on the presents.  Our kids had plenty of gifts under the tree and Josiah and I had the best presents of all- we knew our Heavenly Father answers prayers and gives blessings. We also know that we are greatly loved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat and placed those gifts under our little tree, Josiah and I both got choked up as we pondered on the great ways that we have been blessed.  Neither of us got much in the way of physical gifts under our tree, but our family was happy, healthy, and thanks to the generosity of those around us we were able to fill the kids stockings and have gifts under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you who had a hand in blessing us this Holiday Season! Thank you to all we know, and a big thank you to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; sender who sent the package to our home! If it was you- THANK YOU!!!  Never before has our family felt so loved and so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the best friends and family in the whole world.  We are so happy to have you in our lives.  Most of all we are thankful for our Savior, Jesus Christ.  What a gift we have been given, to know that we will live with him again.  Our Heavenly Father's greatest gift to us was born in a stable, lived a perfect life, died for us, and lives again.  My heart is so full of love for Him-  and I know He knows us.  I know He can help us if we will follow Him.  Now I can say that I have a real testimony of paying tithing, because the money that we gave to the Lord was paid back to us 3 times over when we put our trust in Him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the best Christmas ever at our house, and we hope you found as much joy and peace in yours!  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-549318217991592219?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/549318217991592219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessings-blessings-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/549318217991592219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/549318217991592219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessings-blessings-blessings.html' title='Blessings, Blessings, BLESSINGS!!!'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-5470486254267194566</id><published>2009-11-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:25:32.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Potatoes Au Gratin EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's another one.  We took these potatoes to a pot-luck Christmas dinner last year and it was a huge hit!  So good these have been dubbed "perfect potatoes" at our house.  Don't try and figure out how many fat calories are in a serving because it's too tasty to matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. bacon- diced&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. fennel seeds&lt;br /&gt;1/2 sweet onion- diced&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. basil&lt;br /&gt;5 Tbs. butter&lt;br /&gt;5 Tbs. flour&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 c. whole milk -or- half and half&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 c. fresh shredded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; (or another cheese) + a little to garnish on top&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs of potatoes-&lt;br /&gt;     I like to have them boiled and sliced beforehand (just barely cooked, not mushy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute bacon, fennel seeds, onion and basil until bacon is brown and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;onions&lt;/span&gt; are soft.  Use a slotted spoon to remove from pan and set aside.  Resist the temptation to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snitch&lt;/span&gt; it- you'll need it later!  In a saucepan melt the butter and whisk in the flour.  Slowly add the milk or half and half while whisking to avoid lumps.  Bring to a boil while stirring.  Set heat to low, add cheese, salt and pepper- stir until smooth and creamy.  Remove from heat.  Put a little sauce in the bottom of your baking dish and then layer potatoes, sauce, bacon, potatoes, sauce, bacon, until it is used up.  Sprinkle some cheese on top and put in the oven at 350 degrees.  It will take about 1/2 hour if you've already boiled the potatoes, 1 1/2 hrs if you are using raw ones.  Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't use powdered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt;- it just doesn't melt and make the sauce good.  If you can't find fresh shredded use some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monterrey&lt;/span&gt; jack instead.  Sometimes I use the bacon drippings instead of some of the butter in the sauce.  If your bacon was really fatty you might not need any butter at all.  This makes it really yummy and is my favorite way to make it.  I hope you like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-5470486254267194566?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/5470486254267194566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-potatoes-au-gratin-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/5470486254267194566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/5470486254267194566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-potatoes-au-gratin-ever.html' title='Best Potatoes Au Gratin EVER!!!'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-6029137594810271958</id><published>2009-11-24T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:43:33.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranberry Sauce</title><content type='html'>I've decided to post a few of my most favorite Thanksgiving recipes for any of you who would like to try them.  You will never buy that canned glop once you've made your own cranberry sauce, and best of all it's just about the easiest thing to make from scratch &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;!  Last year my kids made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 12oz bag of fresh cranberries&lt;br /&gt;1 c. orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sprinkle&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinch of nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dissolve&lt;/span&gt; the sugar in the orange juice in a sauce pan on medium/high heat.  Add the cranberries, stir and let softly boil for 10 minutes.  Remove from heat and add &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; nutmeg.  You can mash it up a bit with a potato masher or the back of a spoon if you don't want too many whole berries, or just leave it the way it is.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, now you are done.  Easy, huh?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want you can make it even more tasty by adding one or more of these: chopped nuts, a handful of blueberries or huckleberries, some orange zest, raisins, or use another liquid.  Some people use other juices, wines, or even just water.  Have fun with it.  If you want to can it and you don't have a pressure cooker that's easy, too.  Put your empty jars without the lids in an 200 degree oven for a few minutes so they get nice and hot while you are cooking your cranberries.  When your cranberry sauce is done spoon it boiling hot into a hot jar and put on the lid.  If you want to be extra safe you can pop it back in the oven for a few minutes, or you can just leave it out to cool and it will seal up nicely.  See, I told you you could do it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-6029137594810271958?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/6029137594810271958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/cranberry-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6029137594810271958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6029137594810271958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/cranberry-sauce.html' title='Cranberry Sauce'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-3457831209970116620</id><published>2009-11-19T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:43:15.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum... Bacon!!</title><content type='html'>So, we live out in the country and raised a couple of pigs this summer.  This past week we finally turned one into meat.  I won't post pictures.  I'm sure that no one wants to see that, but I will tell you that I made sausage and bacon!  Yummy!!!  I looked it up online and then kinda did my own version of it with what I had- and it turned out pretty good.  Not sure if anyone out there will ever butcher &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own pig, but if you do I can show you how to make some pretty tasty sausage and bacon.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; it was pretty easy.  Next I'm going to try and cure a ham.  I feel so proud of myself.  Also I recently found out how to make my own laundry soap.  It works pretty well, but best of all it's really cheap!  Like $.04 a load.  Really.   So now we have a freezer full of meat.  Even fuller when you figure in that Josiah's cousin went hunting and brought us a deer.  We've given quite a bit of meat away.  I'm really not much of a carnivore and I'm afraid it will get freezer burned before we get a chance to eat it all!  How Ironic that the girl that can go for weeks without eating meat has a freezer full of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have a year supply of meat and laundry soap... now I just need to get all the other things- sugar, flour, toilet paper- you know, minor stuff like that.  Anyway, I guess that's all the news for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-3457831209970116620?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3457831209970116620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/yum-bacon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/3457831209970116620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/3457831209970116620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/yum-bacon.html' title='Yum... Bacon!!'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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-7626915142018787998.post-1513764091614399278</id><published>2009-11-10T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:59:39.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7FqPe8oN28/SvmNnJihN6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/50pOfsbOg0U/s1600-h/noah%26tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402504931722737570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7FqPe8oN28/SvmNnJihN6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/50pOfsbOg0U/s320/noah%26tractor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah on the tractor-  What a handsome boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11-08-09&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/7626915142018787998-1513764091614399278?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/1513764091614399278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/noah-on-tractor-what-handsome-boy-11-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/1513764091614399278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/1513764091614399278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/noah-on-tractor-what-handsome-boy-11-08.html' title=''/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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/_U7FqPe8oN28/SvmNnJihN6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/50pOfsbOg0U/s72-c/noah%26tractor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626915142018787998.post-6372013256608047779</id><published>2009-11-10T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:55:48.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fry Family!!</title><content type='html'>Ok... I'm finally going to blog.  I'm not sure what I'm doing, but here I go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great here and our family is growing so much!  Our latest news is that Noah was baptized on Saturday.  It was such a great day.  Lots of family and friends made it down to show Noah how much they love him and are proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had the chance to get our family picture taken!!  It's been years!  Finally we have a nice picture with all of us.  Thanks to Dave Young for some REALLY great shots of the kids.  Josiah wants some new ones in a few weeks... after he has a chance to diet and loose a few pounds.  My first words when I saw the pics were "Wow, those are GREAT!"  Josiah's first words were "Wow, I look fat!"  I told him no way, but he really wants to get back down to where he was when we were first married.  No matter what, I think he's great looking and a great husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have such a great family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626915142018787998-6372013256608047779?l=superfrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/feeds/6372013256608047779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/fry-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6372013256608047779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626915142018787998/posts/default/6372013256608047779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfrys.blogspot.com/2009/11/fry-family.html' title='The Fry Family!!'/><author><name>m&amp;amp;jFry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065547264469469245</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>
