<?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-167370027701888733</id><updated>2011-11-18T18:08:38.962-08:00</updated><category term='School'/><title type='text'>the franthony family</title><subtitle type='html'>the daily grind.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-8406770312650572740</id><published>2011-02-12T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:49:38.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True conversation with my sister this morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8H9k5dcWwzE/TVbWN5f_TrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Uus75ZrqRrY/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8H9k5dcWwzE/TVbWN5f_TrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Uus75ZrqRrY/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572877123179204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Please don't ever let me get to the point that I am excited that I am able to fit in one seat on an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Please don't let me be in a walker before I am 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this conversation? &lt;br /&gt;In life I have figured learn from others what not to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-8406770312650572740?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/8406770312650572740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=8406770312650572740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/8406770312650572740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/8406770312650572740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-conversation-with-my-sister-this.html' title='True conversation with my sister this morning.'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8H9k5dcWwzE/TVbWN5f_TrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Uus75ZrqRrY/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-1876752534039467898</id><published>2011-02-09T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:19:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been about 6 months time to catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TVM9BFv8a_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4h6XJa8bqjU/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TVM9BFv8a_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4h6XJa8bqjU/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864252919868402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TVM57FWfdVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dukntiKPLso/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TVM57FWfdVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dukntiKPLso/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571860851199014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TVM3wh24C4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uxP2DtwWvPI/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TVM3wh24C4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uxP2DtwWvPI/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571858470849219458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the same crazy life.  Loving my family, even though I know I take it all for granted at times.  Lose my temper a little to easily, usually after 4pm.  Get frustrated the Hubby is gone so much, even though I KNOW it is to help our family, keeping food on the table, and doing good for people in our ward and community.  Doing everything he should be.  Where I feel I lack that good doing,  I think of things I should be doing for others, but know I could be a better person, parent, friend ect. (it's the thought that counts right?)&lt;br /&gt;Kinda a weird down day, happens to the best of us.  Have resolutions for the year that I haven't quite failed at yet but not doing as well as I should.  Last year I lost 60 lbs. super exciting not just for the cuter clothes ect. but for lowering my risk of diabetes which runs in the family and after having gestational diabetes makes your chances of getting it later in life alot higher.  I also wanted it to help with my high cholesterol, um didn't work a genetic thing I guess.  Gotta love those genes,(at least they are a size 6 now not 16) so yes I'm 32 and on cholesterol medication, even though i lost 60 lbs.  which is now only 50lbs. darn those holidays.  This year gotta keep it off not to look good but to be healthy as I can be to be with my family as long as I can.  Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get back into crafting, makes me feel like I accomplished something in my day.  Been doing alot of reading tho, so it's one or the other, no time for both.  Also gotta new camera so gotta get lots of fun photos, can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year I have also realized how much I love living here, not because I live down the street from some crazy weird animal scrap metal place, or because I live in the dreaded IE.  I have made so many friends and met so many people who will be a part of my life forever.  The friends I have made here are so amazing, I don't know if I could be the parent and wife I am with out their love and support.  You are all amazing and wish I could show you more than I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-1876752534039467898?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/1876752534039467898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=1876752534039467898' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/1876752534039467898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/1876752534039467898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-about-6-months-time-to-catch.html' title='It&apos;s been about 6 months time to catch up...'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TVM9BFv8a_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4h6XJa8bqjU/s72-c/IMG_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-1768818600939105515</id><published>2010-08-31T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:58:58.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH16ioXpZ-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Oqg5HttiLXQ/s1600/000_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH16ioXpZ-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Oqg5HttiLXQ/s320/000_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511696254342096866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH158nRDJtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wJM74s0KriU/s1600/100_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH158nRDJtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wJM74s0KriU/s320/100_2343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511695601210959570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH15iLAs-nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/taXx3JdRCuI/s1600/100_2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH15iLAs-nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/taXx3JdRCuI/s320/100_2299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511695146949606002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH14bRMvXzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_G5sMjr0Ngs/s1600/100_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH14bRMvXzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_G5sMjr0Ngs/s320/100_2218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511693928839995186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe little Elliot is already one.  People always say how fast it goes but, it hasn't really hit me till now.  He is so sweet. I love him to death his curly blond hair and blue eyes (what?).  Abbey is in school now, miss kindergarten, and Aiden is in second grade and in the top reading class, he also got baptized this month with two cute girls named Madeline and Mikala such a fun day. Violet hasn't been majorly hurt in a few days (that is a big deal in our house).  Couldn't be more proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-1768818600939105515?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/1768818600939105515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=1768818600939105515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/1768818600939105515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/1768818600939105515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2010/08/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/TH16ioXpZ-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Oqg5HttiLXQ/s72-c/000_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-8426703973812969217</id><published>2010-04-06T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:06:15.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet and her crazy hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vaf8cWulI/AAAAAAAAAIk/W0AwZ7T5SDA/s1600/100_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vaf8cWulI/AAAAAAAAAIk/W0AwZ7T5SDA/s320/100_2107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195615825345106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet always insists on putting everything in her hair. lotion. diaper rash cream, gel ect. so it is always fun and easy to do fun hair styles with, this is what I did Easter morning she kept saying she didn't want to look like a boy, I told her she looked like a rooster, I guess a rooster is better than a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-8426703973812969217?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/8426703973812969217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=8426703973812969217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/8426703973812969217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/8426703973812969217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2010/04/violet-and-her-crazy-hair.html' title='Violet and her crazy hair'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vaf8cWulI/AAAAAAAAAIk/W0AwZ7T5SDA/s72-c/100_2107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-2343108923305340659</id><published>2010-04-06T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:02:08.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vZcvIAKbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VftDADRjQRc/s1600/100_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vZcvIAKbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VftDADRjQRc/s320/100_2096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457194461199083954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vY5TBxwfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Jk1pIEKaP8Y/s1600/100_2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vY5TBxwfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Jk1pIEKaP8Y/s320/100_2095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457193852361359858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year my 2 littlest ones were sick.  So we kept it mellow, the one thing we did do was go to our neighborhood Easter egg hunt.  We had a few melt downs but thats no surprise, Abbey is still scared of the Easter bunny so she didn't make it into those photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-2343108923305340659?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/2343108923305340659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=2343108923305340659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/2343108923305340659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/2343108923305340659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter weekend....'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S7vZcvIAKbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VftDADRjQRc/s72-c/100_2096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-7704503604067427120</id><published>2010-03-14T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:24:35.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Violet, and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S519rDG6l8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hy8H3tWpcpc/s1600-h/100_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S519rDG6l8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hy8H3tWpcpc/s320/100_1977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448649302710327234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S518U6b5TZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dyMYbB7BmOA/s1600-h/100_2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S518U6b5TZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dyMYbB7BmOA/s320/100_2039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448647822913654162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S5174YgRGuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0uah5UzSGlE/s1600-h/100_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S5174YgRGuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0uah5UzSGlE/s320/100_2073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448647332768848610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S517jkuvx7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XkWc3MEQ0RM/s1600-h/100_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S517jkuvx7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XkWc3MEQ0RM/s320/100_2063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448646975273551794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has been full of fun, preschool field trip to a dairy farm.  So funny, little Abbey held her nose almost the whole time because "it smelled soooo bad."  I have to agree, I'm a wimp like that. &lt;br /&gt; Today is Violets 3rd birthday, can't believe she is already 3 and at the same time I can't believe she is only 3, if that makes sense.  Sometimes I forget that she is still so young.  She is quite a character, man does she have some lungs.  Violet likes to do everything Aiden and Abbey do.  She by far has had the most injuries, no fear.  Hope you had a great birthday my sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Aiden and Elliot, Aiden has no front teeth these days, and is an awesome reader.  He just got his report card from school and is doing so well, I'm so proud of my little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot is 6 months old and so sweet, such a content little guy.  I am so thankful for that, I don't know how I would survive 4 kids if he wasn't as sweet, calm and patient as he is.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can say is there better not be any hair cutting going on. A little thanks to Heather for inspiring me to try to blog more to capture my family life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-7704503604067427120?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/7704503604067427120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=7704503604067427120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/7704503604067427120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/7704503604067427120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-violet-and-such.html' title='Sweet Violet, and such.'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/S519rDG6l8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hy8H3tWpcpc/s72-c/100_1977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-3555299291577939425</id><published>2009-11-03T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:13:57.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hard times continue.</title><content type='html'>This death is just hard for me to get over, or should I say move on.  I have never had anyone close to me pass away (well anyone I had daily contact with and were a part of my life at the time.)  I can't quite figure out how I feel, it isn't really as much a loss for me as for my Dad.  It kills me to see him in such pain, and to imagine how he must feel.  What next, for him?  He is pretty much left with nothing, she was his everything.  I don't have to much to offer except to listen.  I don't have a place for him to live or any extra funds to help out in anyway. AHHH when did this happen, when did I become the adult, the one to worry about my father (oh wait it has always been that way.)  When will this hurting and anxiety end, or does it?  you just learn to deal.  I don't know what I will do when someone even closer to me passes, how will I deal with it, if I can't even seem to be strong now.?  I know with my immediate family we will be together again.  I need to feel comfort in that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-3555299291577939425?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/3555299291577939425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=3555299291577939425' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3555299291577939425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3555299291577939425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2009/11/hard-times-continue.html' title='the hard times continue.'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-686864676399982450</id><published>2009-10-19T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:42:43.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard day</title><content type='html'>the last couple of day have been (emotionally) really tough on me.  My Dads girlfriend (probably together about 3 years) passed away at 4:30 this morning.  I have an extremely hard time dealing with sickness and death.  I was scared to death to go visit the hospital (not to mention having 4 kids to be watched while I was gone.)  So Saturday morning I had an overwhelming feeling that I had to go see her. I knew things were not going well but I didn't realize how bad it was until I saw her laying in her hospital bed.  My heart just broke.&lt;br /&gt;  She had been diagnosed with cancer only about 2 months ago,lung cancer that had spread to her spine and her brain.  So she had the masses in her head taken out, and was doing very well.  So well no one could believe what she had just been through.  She was sitting up on the computer talking on the phone.  She was then moved to a rehab. facility , and this is where things went wrong.  Don't know all the details but thats not important, I just gotta get my feelings out.  She got infections that her body was not fighting off and her body was basically failing.  &lt;br /&gt;  She was taken back to UCLA ICU, and hooked up to crazy tubes feeding tubes, tubes in her skull for the swelling.  While all this is going on, my Dad who had finally found the love of his life was suffering also.  Not only emotionally but physically he was not monitoring his diabetes, taking the meds. he needs to stay healthy, not eating.  you get the point.  So he ended up in the ER too. He is ok just needs rest and to take his meds, and probably needed to be rehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;  She was taken out of ICU which is a good thing, that was the day I visited. anyway that only lasted a day, and she was back in ICU.  When I saw her she could not talk or move, she did open her eyes, I'm pretty sure she knew I was there.  I hope so at least.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning she was doing a lot better she sat up and spoke, but after that it all went down hill.&lt;br /&gt;  She was such a wonderful caring giving person, she literally saved my Dads life, Whole other story.  I cannot even begin to imagine how he must feel right now, the shock, heartache.  It is just so sad and her two daughters, it just kills me.  If I am this upset it is beyond me to imagine their pain. &lt;br /&gt;  On saturday at the hospital it was amazing.  I saw a side of my father I never knew existed. (he's kinda the womanizer type, relationship phobe, playa. had to get a little humor in there.)  He was just rubbing her head and her face telling her she was the most beautiful thing in the world, and how much he loved her, kissing her.  JUst writing this I'm sobbing.  To see such a soft tender side to him was amazing, and now she is gone.  I know it will get easier but I don't know how people deal with stuff like this.  Charlotte will never be forgotten and I will never forget our phone conversations that went on for hours, she was truly an amazing women... love you Charlotte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-686864676399982450?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/686864676399982450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=686864676399982450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/686864676399982450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/686864676399982450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-day.html' title='hard day'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-3954030017872511949</id><published>2009-09-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:10:47.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jabba</title><content type='html'>I know, I know posts about potty talk are kinda yucky and I try not to do it but I have to share this one.  So Violet is kinda sorta potty training, on her own time of course.  Anyway she went out in the back yard and pooped on the grass, Aiden and Abbey come in laughing, " You have to see what Violet did".  I go outside and look and Aiden says Mom it looks like Jabba the Hutt.  O.K. that is funny, little terds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-3954030017872511949?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/3954030017872511949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=3954030017872511949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3954030017872511949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3954030017872511949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2009/09/jabba.html' title='jabba'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-111700269484243809</id><published>2009-09-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:35:58.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now I know why I havent blogged in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7haN1nmuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aG_tW-IrnME/s1600-h/100_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7haN1nmuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aG_tW-IrnME/s320/100_1492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381486445261724386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7hRXu5joI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qVdCtNeaC-s/s1600-h/100_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7hRXu5joI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qVdCtNeaC-s/s320/100_1490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381486293299072642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was doing my last post like 2 minutes ago Abbey decided to cut her hair, and she cut Violets too.  I'm seriously gonna cry right now.  My little girls now look like little boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-111700269484243809?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/111700269484243809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=111700269484243809' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/111700269484243809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/111700269484243809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-i-know-why-i-havent-blogged-in.html' title='now I know why I havent blogged in a while'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7haN1nmuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aG_tW-IrnME/s72-c/100_1492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-6641482212934260419</id><published>2009-09-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:29:12.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been way to long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7ftgu89PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q-VqvcLEHxg/s1600-h/100_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7ftgu89PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q-VqvcLEHxg/s320/100_1372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381484577728296178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7feUAl63I/AAAAAAAAAHM/FIWm9NH9984/s1600-h/100_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7feUAl63I/AAAAAAAAAHM/FIWm9NH9984/s320/100_1370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381484316614585202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7e8e7dH5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/564OThqNXmM/s1600-h/100_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7e8e7dH5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/564OThqNXmM/s320/100_1354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483735430274962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7epKy-BlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z8cP4aZD3Io/s1600-h/100_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7epKy-BlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z8cP4aZD3Io/s320/100_1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483403608458834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7eQL3658I/AAAAAAAAAG0/dvxMzFp5xCg/s1600-h/100_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7eQL3658I/AAAAAAAAAG0/dvxMzFp5xCg/s320/100_1461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381482974400931778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last time I posted anything was almost a year ago, geeze what a lagger.  Funny thing is one of my last post I mentioned that I was done having kids, and within that year of no blogging, I got pregnant, and had a little boy.  Elliot, he is very sweet.  I was very surprised to find myself pregnant again and don't think I ever really came to terms with it.  Now that he is here I can't imagine life without the little man.&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, he was not born in the car.  I actually had an all day labor, with an epidural.  My whole pregnancy I was scared to death that my labor would be quick and I wouldn't make it to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year Aiden turned 7 nd started first grade, he is growing up so fast, Abbey turned 4 and started pre-school, and loves it.  Violet is a crazy 2 year old, love her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Kyra and Matt for convincing me to get off my behind and blog again, so many things have happened over the past year that I should have written down, so I can have all the memories.  I will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-6641482212934260419?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/6641482212934260419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=6641482212934260419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/6641482212934260419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/6641482212934260419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-way-to-long.html' title='been way to long.'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/Sq7ftgu89PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q-VqvcLEHxg/s72-c/100_1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-7720566152247052120</id><published>2008-10-17T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:24:04.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more birthweek pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkeEtbIgDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gxW84s8Jmuw/s1600-h/100_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkeEtbIgDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gxW84s8Jmuw/s320/100_0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258267106193473586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkeE_S3smI/AAAAAAAAAGA/h_AYlF4CSpQ/s1600-h/100_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkeE_S3smI/AAAAAAAAAGA/h_AYlF4CSpQ/s320/100_0406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258267110990656098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkeFeW8zDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J1EFoayk3Lg/s1600-h/100_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkeFeW8zDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J1EFoayk3Lg/s320/100_0438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258267119329266738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-7720566152247052120?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/7720566152247052120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=7720566152247052120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/7720566152247052120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/7720566152247052120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-birthweek-pics.html' title='more birthweek pics'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkeEtbIgDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gxW84s8Jmuw/s72-c/100_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-3164564707398053338</id><published>2008-10-17T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:47:52.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVvp9vvpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5cuaedOPzeg/s1600-h/100_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVvp9vvpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5cuaedOPzeg/s320/100_0395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258257948394634898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVwH5Vl2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/En9XL2-VcDA/s1600-h/100_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVwH5Vl2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/En9XL2-VcDA/s320/100_0399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258257956429207394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVxLpBkVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oT1M2FyDlyc/s1600-h/100_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVxLpBkVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oT1M2FyDlyc/s320/100_0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258257974614397266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVx-3kDyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w0XxqzblmyQ/s1600-h/100_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVx-3kDyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w0XxqzblmyQ/s320/100_0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258257988365586210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVyebXGUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OhkUJAlCDAc/s1600-h/100_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVyebXGUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OhkUJAlCDAc/s320/100_0435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258257996837230914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned 30 this week.  It was good times over the weekend i got to spend time with family, and my bestie Maria who was out visiting from New Jersey ,her birthday is the day after mine she turned 24+7 this year. I also got to hang out with my friend Angie and that is rare it was wonderful to see them I miss them and love them..Jackie too, we have only met a few times but it feels like we have known eachother forever...&lt;br /&gt;Um my husband got me an electric blanket (enough said).  It was good, my birthday was extended to a birthweek, on wednesday, some girls from the ward put together a pick nick playdate and it was so much fun.  It made me feel happy and loved, so glad to have made the new friends in my life.  And of course still have the old ones around too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-3164564707398053338?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/3164564707398053338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=3164564707398053338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3164564707398053338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3164564707398053338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m old'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SPkVvp9vvpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5cuaedOPzeg/s72-c/100_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-4370667229839264014</id><published>2008-10-07T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:57:45.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hubby qanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SOwTiiGVtKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Uhb91gIeXQw/s1600-h/IMG_3042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SOwTiiGVtKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Uhb91gIeXQw/s320/IMG_3042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254596349224400034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you meet?  At moorpark college, i kinda stalked him, we finally ended up talking cause i left a note on his car. not voluntarily by the way..&lt;br /&gt;2. How long did you date before you got married? almost 2 years&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you been married? 8 years this month&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite feature of his? i loved his arms, and i like a big shnoze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite quality of his? such a nice guy, gets along with everyone, has never called me a bad name even when i deserve it..&lt;br /&gt;6. Does he have a nickname for you? fran&lt;br /&gt;7. What is his favorite color? Blue&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite food? any, he has been known as a vulture, scavenger&lt;br /&gt;9. What is his favorite sport? Hockey&lt;br /&gt;10. When &amp; where was your first kiss? in his bedroom at his moms house, she didnt trust me, she wouldnt let us hang out in his room with the door closed.haha&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? used to go to concerts, now anything after  the kids are asleep, t.v. whatever quiet time&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have any children? 3&lt;br /&gt;13. Does he have a hidden talent? where do i begin, he was a state champion TaeKwonDo guy, he is a drummer and was in a commercial for a music store in simi, he can sew, nerd,whatever hes just one of those guys thats good at everything.&lt;br /&gt;14.How old is he? 32&lt;br /&gt;15. Who said "I love you" first? he did&lt;br /&gt;16.What is his favorite type of music? i think he likes the alt country, or anything with crazy drums&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you admire most about him? Geeze everything, he is so smart, so giving to anyone in need. just nicest guy good dad...i could go on forever&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you think he will read this? nope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-4370667229839264014?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/4370667229839264014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=4370667229839264014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/4370667229839264014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/4370667229839264014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/10/hubby-qanda.html' title='hubby qanda'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SOwTiiGVtKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Uhb91gIeXQw/s72-c/IMG_3042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-2481922748173171011</id><published>2008-10-07T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:05:46.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this month anthony and i will be married 8 years, crazy.... so i was going through the garage and found a bunch of old cd's  in those cd's I found the music we played at our wedding reception... so good, i love all of it.  by the way, i have great taste in music, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-2481922748173171011?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/2481922748173171011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=2481922748173171011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/2481922748173171011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/2481922748173171011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-this-month-anthony-and-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-6058184132242970481</id><published>2008-10-03T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:34:19.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? 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Take the quiz and find out!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=" Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so the mommy in all situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-6058184132242970481?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/6058184132242970481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=6058184132242970481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/6058184132242970481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/6058184132242970481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-so-me.html' title='this is so me...'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-5318253528604557180</id><published>2008-09-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:36:31.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a jerk</title><content type='html'>I'm a dork I missed girls night.  I was so excited about it too...&lt;div&gt;I don't like being a flake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-5318253528604557180?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/5318253528604557180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=5318253528604557180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/5318253528604557180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/5318253528604557180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-jerk.html' title='i&apos;m a jerk'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-3855594053882177853</id><published>2008-09-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:19:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100 things about me&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My first name is Frances, it is so old lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 .i have 3 kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i don't like using capital letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i had a baby in my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. i try to stay in touch with all my good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. anthony and i will be married 8 years this october&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. i will be 30 this october&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. i feel like i should still be 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. i love my little sister ashley, she is wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. i like the new jonas brothers cd, thats a hard on to admit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. my maiden name is smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  my last name now is piscitello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.i like doing crafty things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. maria taught me to love craft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. i wish i was better at crafts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. i wish i could lose baby weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. my extra weight doesnt count as baby weight anymore since my baby is 18 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. marias mom bonnie is one of my heros she is the best&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  i have been making bread at home instead of buying it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. i got the stuff to make my own laundry detergent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  these are the kinda things that excite me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.  11 or 12 years ago i would have never guessed  i would be a stay at home mom with 3 kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. i'm surprised i have never seen an episode of intervention with someone i know on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. i love watching shows on addiction and all that kind of stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. half of my family lives in california and the other half is in tennessee (smith family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. i'm reading the last book in the twilight series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.  i am trying to read more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.i would like to take classes to become a childbirth educator.  ( i dont think i worded that right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.i wont be able to do that for at least another few years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.i dont like getting up early, never have never will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. i graduated high school on the honor roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.  i went to a rich kid high school, but was not one of the rich kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.i moved half way through my senior year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34.  my dad and i moved to coalinga ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. ghetto, alot of memories i dont care to recall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. worst couple years of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37.my sister and maria are my besties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38.i love loud music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39.in my highschool years my favorite thing to do was watch live bands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. my friends and i did that every weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41.last concert i went to was fallout boy, with maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42.two mothers days ago ashley and i went to see modest mouse.. loved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43.i wish i could see bands more often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. my husband is a drummer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. he was in a band i was obsessed with in 10th grade called pawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. i didnt know that until after i knew him for a couple of weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. aiden wants to know why i dont have bones, the only one in our family that is not skinny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. my friends and i knew the kid from the tv show alf &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. my uncle is super dave osborne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. his real name is bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. at my family christmas party last year neil diamonds daughter was their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. one of my all time favorite bands is jawbreaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53.i havent listened to them in a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. i need a new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. i have an aunt fran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56.my sister in law jessica is a photographer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. she is married to anthonys brother nik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58.i like to dye my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. i have every hair color imaginable from purple to blonde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60.i love macaroni and cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. i dont like bad dreams, it usually takes me a while to shake them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62.i'm not good at math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63.i have anxiety issues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. i am usually pretty shy when i first meet people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. the last couple of years have been kind of hard, we moved alot and i was pregnant alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66.i like all the new friends i'm making out here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. i felt like a big loner for a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68.it made me sad when i found out travis barker was in a airplane crash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. i'm a pretty emotional person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. i had a hard time when aiden went to kindergarten, public school was not my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71.all my kids weighed under 7 lbs. at birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. i'm pretty sure i'm done having babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73.i am not one of those people who like being pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. i love sweets and carbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. i dont like ribs, gross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. the sound of popping balloons scares me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. i went shopping at winco today for the first time, so cheap i love it, thanks kyra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. i didnt grow up with much adult supervision, i could  have turned out alot worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. they say girls marry men like their dad, i was sure not to do that, my husband is the complete opposite of my dad, and i like it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80.i watch all my children everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81.i love diet soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. abbey has a pair of gucci shoes, i didnt buy them for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. i didnt grow up with a mother around, so i try to be there for my kids as much as possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. i want close relationships with them that i didnt have with my mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. we all get a new pair of pajamas every christmas eve, to wear christmas morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86.i need to take a shower as soon as i'm done with this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87.i'm trying to start my own business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. its called franberi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. in highschool there was this guy named eric who wrote a comic book and called his main character fran berry that is where i got the name from, i still see him every couple of years and he brings up fran berry every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90.i have never been a cigarette smoker, grosses me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91.i love getting mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. i used to hate talk radio, now its all i listen to in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. i think sylar, from heros is really hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94.i love japanese restruants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. i love old elton john music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96.i love fast sunday, because i love to hear peoples testimonies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97.i dont like exercise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. i used to do yoga everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. i'm always sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. that took along time, but i did it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-3855594053882177853?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/3855594053882177853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SNfwLrT51yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ItXYQBRPjbM/s1600-h/100_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SNfwLrT51yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ItXYQBRPjbM/s320/100_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248927974119036706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SNfv0dWhU0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/u6ip-MVBaMQ/s1600-h/100_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SNfv0dWhU0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/u6ip-MVBaMQ/s320/100_0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248927575234925378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SNfvkF8w8PI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fLaU41QMUQE/s1600-h/100_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SNfvkF8w8PI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fLaU41QMUQE/s320/100_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248927294074974450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got to hang out with the piscitello, Carson and Smith families this weekend... I only got a few pictures myself, but Jessica took some really cute ones of the kids at the park across the street from grandma P's house.. Gotta love the family, even though we all ended up being sick, Yuck ....Sick is no fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-253462292101286776?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/253462292101286776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=253462292101286776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/253462292101286776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/253462292101286776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-fun.html' title='family fun.'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SNfwoAkiEUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WlFbBvuRiKA/s72-c/100_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-8979128826189961163</id><published>2008-09-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:08:43.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SMaffMN_5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iGp9rzl82jQ/s1600-h/100_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SMaffMN_5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iGp9rzl82jQ/s320/100_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244054174324221330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SMaffdsLBhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UdNq368I6Wo/s1600-h/100_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SMaffdsLBhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UdNq368I6Wo/s320/100_0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244054179014182418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SMaffsAmYrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QJD9FzH052Y/s1600-h/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SMaffsAmYrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QJD9FzH052Y/s320/100_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244054182857958066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So I have been trying to use my crafty-ness lately, so I went on a Diaper cake binge..  here are a few of my designs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-8979128826189961163?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/8979128826189961163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=8979128826189961163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/8979128826189961163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/8979128826189961163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/09/diaper-cakes.html' title='Diaper cakes'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SMaffMN_5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iGp9rzl82jQ/s72-c/100_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-5344678863669992517</id><published>2008-09-08T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:00:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I am so excited that I have made friends out here, and more to come..  I love that my kids can have playdates and I can have actual adult conversation with people I like.  People I want to hang out with....Today I just feel optimistic that we may have made the right decision when we moved here.  Of course I  miss my Ventura County friends and family like whoa (maria haha)But it is starting to be a fun new chapter in my life, Thanks to all of you who have reached out to me,like Kyra, Kati, Melissa, Heather.... there are many more.  I just can't wait to get to know all of you better...&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/167370027701888733-5344678863669992517?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/5344678863669992517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=5344678863669992517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/5344678863669992517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/5344678863669992517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-3641651019730668248</id><published>2008-08-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:25:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow belt</title><content type='html'>Little man Aiden got his yellow belt this weekend, we are so proud of him.  He broke a board with his little foot... Tough guy, then to follow the manly weekend Aiden went fishing with Anthony and grandpa Joe...So Cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-3641651019730668248?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/3641651019730668248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=3641651019730668248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3641651019730668248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3641651019730668248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/08/yellow-belt.html' title='yellow belt'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-1856201574493754317</id><published>2008-08-15T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:18:59.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Well, Well  Aiden started kindergarten this week.  So exciting and sad at the same time, very emotional my little man is growing up.  He really seems to enjoy it so far, lets hope it stays that way.  Abbey is not quit sure how to handle not having her big brother around for a couple hours a day.  Violet gets extra Abbey attention now, not always a good thing... sorry little girl... you will survive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-1856201574493754317?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/1856201574493754317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=1856201574493754317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/1856201574493754317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/1856201574493754317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-well-well-aiden-started.html' title=''/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-5965413174473191544</id><published>2008-06-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:56:03.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this week has been um, cant put it into words...</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty tough, the kiddies are just getting into everything...  Some days it doesnt bother me much, but others the little messes make me crazy..  We are going camping for fathers day this weekend, should be lots of fun the kids will have cute cousins to play with, and I can have adult conversation,which is rare these days.....&lt;div&gt;I should get to see Landon for the first time I cant wait my little man....love him and his little squeaks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep your fingers crossed camping goes well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy fathers day to all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-5965413174473191544?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/5965413174473191544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=5965413174473191544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/5965413174473191544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/5965413174473191544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-week-has-been-um-cant-put-it-into.html' title='this week has been um, cant put it into words...'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-4402558619266506661</id><published>2008-06-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:48:41.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>Abigail turned 3 yesterday.  We had a good day, lots of fun playing with cousins Kody and Cole, I miss having them so close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-4402558619266506661?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/4402558619266506661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=4402558619266506661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/4402558619266506661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/4402558619266506661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-7196509486178009462</id><published>2008-06-03T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:33:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon Earl Carson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SEXUooyNRCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mGRXrwqbvZo/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SEXUooyNRCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mGRXrwqbvZo/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207802338731705378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new little nephew is here, and I can't wait to meet him.  I'm so proud of my little sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-7196509486178009462?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/7196509486178009462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=7196509486178009462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/7196509486178009462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/7196509486178009462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/06/landon-earl-carson_8998.html' title='Landon Earl Carson'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SEXUooyNRCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mGRXrwqbvZo/s72-c/IMG_0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-3365999066593205553</id><published>2008-05-28T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:13:52.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a good day, so far......</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am trying here how do I get people in my blogger group or whatever you want to call it, and how do you find people. Sorry if my questions are lame but hey, at least I ask...&lt;div&gt;Aiden started TaeKwonDo today and had a blast it was fun and fulfilling to see him have so much fun, and eventually my little man will be able to defend himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave Abbey bangs today to I love it, I have to figure out the picture thing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-3365999066593205553?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/3365999066593205553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=3365999066593205553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3365999066593205553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/3365999066593205553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-so-i-am-trying-here-how-do-i-get.html' title='today was a good day, so far......'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167370027701888733.post-4319799898191601617</id><published>2008-05-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:38:54.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life revolves around human waste...</title><content type='html'>Sorry such a yucky start to my blog, but it is true.  I think our toilet has been clogged more then any other toilet on earth, starting with toothbrushes, to Dora the explorer toys, and now today my toilet is clogged with a pink octopus zoo pals fork.  I can't get it out for the life of me and now Anthony has a fun night ahead of him...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way yeah David Cook won American Idol.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the poop, I locked the bathroom door to keep the kids out of the yuck and now they need to be supervised in Mommies bathroom.  I was folding laundry in the garage and I guess Aiden just couldn' make it to my bathroom (yeah right) and pooped on the patio... Abbey came in to tell me, in the meantime Violet found something fun to play in... GROSS..  everyone got a bath .  Now for the rest of the the evening pray for good sleepers and late wakers in hte morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was alot of fun for us, we had a bbq over hear with Nik, Jessica, Kody and Cole, then we went to another bbq, and had a wonderful chance to meet nice new people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167370027701888733-4319799898191601617?l=franberi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/feeds/4319799898191601617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167370027701888733&amp;postID=4319799898191601617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/4319799898191601617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167370027701888733/posts/default/4319799898191601617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franberi.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-revolves-around-human-waste.html' title='my life revolves around human waste...'/><author><name>franberi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04553344527336533749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jNfVxEnfLK4/SD1zH4yNRBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/M3FdfNSUPjs/S220/IMG_7180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
