<?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-2809129256738032614</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:36:08.135-05:00</updated><category term='cheerleading'/><category term='monday marriage'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='children'/><category term='behavior problems'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='school'/><title type='text'>Scatterbrain</title><subtitle type='html'>Kelly, mom, coach, honey and daughter. Call me what you want I'm just me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-1688385050291074674</id><published>2009-03-11T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:46:48.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's right. After tomorrow I am officially done with classes. I cannot believe it. After 10 years of being in and out of college I am graduating. What a feeling. Now the problem is finding a job and a decent paying one at that. UGH, if it's not one thing it's another. I'm tired of the financial struggle. I just want to live comfortably and be able to go to dinner on a moments notice or have a drink with friends without worrying about what bill needs paid. We need to get some bills paid off first but I'm excited about the extra income. I'm on the fence about not being home with the kids though. I love being a stay at home mom but I love being in school and having that time away from them. Some people are totally cut out to be a SAHM but not me. I just can't wait to start working and making some sort of money to contribute to this house. Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-1688385050291074674?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/1688385050291074674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=1688385050291074674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1688385050291074674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1688385050291074674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2009/03/done.html' title='Done!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-5405391185602995053</id><published>2009-02-28T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:53:55.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March's Blog.</title><content type='html'>Since I pretty much only do this once a month. My life isn't that exciting to blog every day. Sorry. Not much goes on in my oh so wonderful life. Atleast right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost over. Thank gawd. I'm so over this. I'm over the non support that I get. Not so much that I don't get the support I need, I don't get the help I need either. So I'll be glad when my schooling is done and I don't have to hear the words "That's your job, you're the stay at home mom." OOO I'd like to swear at him a lot when he says that, but I won't. I love him and he only does what he was taught to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are great. Kyla was struggling in school for a bit but seems to be doing much better now. Taren still enjoys school but she wishes I'd pick her up everyday. Hopefully I can do that soon. Nathan is doing well as always. He such a heathen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided against taking Taren to a psychiatrist. Well, Tim decided against it. He feels that all they will do is drug her and I disagree. He wins. No further conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I are doing well. Not arguing as much. I think it has a lot to do with me just giving in because it's not worth the argument. I need to realize that I'll never win and should just let things go. Yeah, how long will that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for my friends lately. They are either just about to have babies or having babies or going through a divorce that has been a long time coming and well deserved. To all of you who read this, I love you and I'm proud of what you are all accomplishing. Best wishes on the start of your families, the additions, and the new lives beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-5405391185602995053?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/5405391185602995053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=5405391185602995053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5405391185602995053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5405391185602995053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2009/02/marchs-blog.html' title='March&apos;s Blog.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-7323659857307779071</id><published>2009-01-10T23:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:01:04.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Update on it all.</title><content type='html'>Again, not sure where to begin. Well, we will start with Taren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take her to the doctors for her behavior problems. Dr. asked many questions and I gave long drawn out answers because everytime I had an answer I cried along with it. I've explained that she is out of control and I'm starting to lose it too. I know she has it in her to be well behaved but her dark side comes out EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. I'm explaining the behavioral problems to her and Taren is acting like an angel of course. So dr. says she's going to send us to some other dr. and we'll go from there. Fine, ok. Well, while paying my bill and waiting for the referral for the other dr Taren tells me she wants a sticker. So I tell her to ask for one and she does. The receptionist tells her she doesn't have any princess stickers but she has My Little Pony and Taren flips out. She kicks the girl, throws herself on the floor, (at this point I tell another office girl to get dr. so she can see this), screams, punches the wall and tries pulling out her hair and spits. Yep, this angel that I took in was gone and her true colors came barrelling ass out of her right in front of other patients, the dr., the nurses, and everyone else that could hear the screaming a mile or two away. I was horrified, embarrassed, and any other emotion you can think of. The dr. comes to me and pulls me aside and I'm in tears over this and tells me that Taren needs more attention than she thought. So we are going to go and do some counseling together. The dr. thinks it may be the dinamics (sp?) between the two of us but I don't know about that. She has had her days with her other grandmothers but it's every day with me. There is so much I can tell you about her but I don't want it to seem like I can only complain about my daughter because I love her with my heart and soul. I feel like such a failure with her. There are so many things I could admit to the people who read this but if I did that then I'd be a failure to you all too. It hurts so bad to feel like I can't control my 4 year old. She has a complete hold on me and knows how to push my buttons. Hopefully some counseling will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading: Well, we were supposed to compete in Southington today but due to the weather it was cancelled. Come on people, like you've never driven in 8 inches of snow. GEEZ! No seriously, I was thrilled that it was. I wish I would have gotten a call earlier than 7:30 am, you know, like maybe the day before so I didn't have to do 5 hairdo's and get 5 girls up and ready by 8 to leave my freaking house! GRRRR Chalker High, GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is good. Yep, I said, I'm basically doing ok. School is rocking so far, but yet, I've only been back for a week. I start venipuncture on Monday. Totally thrilled about that! I get to poke people. YAY! Well, if you read it all, thanks for stopping by. Hope to hear a comment or two! Pics to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKfivI8-I/AAAAAAAAANM/GsgR9kUZEG0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289911511828460514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKfivI8-I/AAAAAAAAANM/GsgR9kUZEG0/s320/Christmas+2008+005-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKf8n-n1I/AAAAAAAAANU/83bF51Kt0OY/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+019-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289911518777745234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKf8n-n1I/AAAAAAAAANU/83bF51Kt0OY/s320/Christmas+2008+019-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKgN2LkRI/AAAAAAAAANc/oUklzg1fiRo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+020-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289911523400716562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKgN2LkRI/AAAAAAAAANc/oUklzg1fiRo/s320/Christmas+2008+020-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKgM85ykI/AAAAAAAAANk/EhSIFz12q5A/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+038-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289911523160476226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKgM85ykI/AAAAAAAAANk/EhSIFz12q5A/s320/Christmas+2008+038-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-7323659857307779071?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/7323659857307779071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=7323659857307779071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/7323659857307779071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/7323659857307779071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-it-all.html' title='Update on it all.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SWmKfivI8-I/AAAAAAAAANM/GsgR9kUZEG0/s72-c/Christmas+2008+005-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-3304721623523745141</id><published>2009-01-03T00:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:57:02.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to try and not complain this time.</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOO 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for this year. To start off............I will actually graduate college after 10 freaking years of it. Not 10 years straight of course. Yeah, I'm a quitter. I have 4 months left and I'm done. I'm sure I'll go back at some point but I'm just excited to have a degree and be able to get a real job. Not one that pays $8.00 per hour and involves being someone's slave. Woo hoo! God that's going to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birth mother will be visiting us soon. She is supposed to come to Ohio in May. I have not seen her in either 5 or 6 years. I can't rember when she left for Minnesota. I do know I'm thrilled she will be coming. She's never seen Taren or Nathan so they will get to meet her. It can get confusing for the kids on who my mom is because my step mom has taken over the grandma role. For personal reasons she moved out of state. Believe me, she needed to. I have gotten back into contact with her and she is doing very well. I'm so proud of her. I can't wait until she comes home in May to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new years eve was pretty plain. Dawn came over for a bit and then realized she was old and tired, (love you), so she went home. Tim and I snuggled on the couch, I dozed off and on for a while, then I caught the ball dropping and went to bed at 12:10. The girls had some friends spend the night and then the next morning, everyone left, including my daughters, and I cleaned the kids bedrooms and the rest of the house. It's nice to have it somewhat back to normal clean. That's the only thing I hate about the holidays. My house never gets cleaned up! Toys everywhere! It's frustrating. But, it's clean now. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now really. I'll get some new pics up of the kids soon. I promise. Til then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-3304721623523745141?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/3304721623523745141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=3304721623523745141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/3304721623523745141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/3304721623523745141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-try-and-not-complain-this.html' title='I&apos;m going to try and not complain this time.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-1600494812527042851</id><published>2008-12-22T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:18:18.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts for December.</title><content type='html'>I figured I'll do this now because by the time I actually remember that I have a blog I'll forget how to type.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blog much and I'm sure that's obvious. Sometimes I'm just way too busy to even turn a computer on or I just have nothing to talk about like everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with school. It's going well. My grades slipped a bit this mod. I'm still doing very well, but not 4.0 well this time. I bombed my Cardiac final but passed the class with a "C". That's passing and I should be ok with it, but I'm not. I'm far from a "C" student and it kills that I received one. BLAH on the heart!!! Curse it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing great. They stress me out a ton. Sometimes I don't think I'm cut out to be a mom. I get upset with the girls so easily. I think they should know better on so many things that they do and shouldn't be doing. The fighting going on between the two of them is getting unbearable. I have so much going on that even a tiny little argument between the two of them makes me want to cut my ears off so I don't have to hear it. Tim is tired of me yelling all the time but yet he doesn't step in to try and soothe the situations either. His remedy for it all is put them in their rooms. Really? They have tv's and toys and games and books. Yeah, I can make them not turn tv's on but everything else is fun. Their bedrooms are not a punishment especially since every ten seconds Taren is running out telling me how sorry she is and she loves me. I don't fall for it but still. I love my children but sometimes I secretly wish I could pack their stuff and make them move out. Shhh, don't tell anyone I said that, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I are, well, ok for the most part. We have the same typical fights. I think I do way too much for the life I lead and I don't think he does enough and he thinks he doesn't need to help out when it comes to the housework or most of the kid things and he just needs to go to work. I actually kept track for one work week straight of what goes on in our  home. Out of 5 days, he came home on 3 of those, ate dinner and sat in his chair for the rest of the night. One of those days he helped out by bathing Nathan and the other, well, I was sick as a dog so he had no choice. I didn't even have strength to stand up. I get so frustrated with being a single/married mom. The sad part is that it will never change. I've read the books on being a good wife, on praying for your husband, and all the other bs books I've heard about and nothing has worked for us. I will live the rest of my life with my husband waiting on him and my children hand and foot. This is not the life I wanted nor expected when I married him and had children. Well, that's kind of  a lie. I knew he didn't help much but I never expected that he'd actually never do dishes, or wash floors or walls, or clean the bathroom or do a load of laundry when I forgot to because I was busy being a student, mom or coach. Wow, guess this turned into another rant of mine. Oh well, you can stop reading if you don't want to hear it. I will end up crying at the end of this blog like I do on most of my days anyways. Sorry to bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why god gives us the lives he does. I mean, when Tim and I fight or the kids are being really bad and I end up losing my cool, what did I do to deserve it? It seems like everyone else around me has good kids, or atleast moderately well behaved children, or even a husband who actually helps clean the house and take care of the kids. Does my husband not respect me enough as his wife or mother of his children? My mental health is suffering because he acts like this and all I can do is continue to cry and whine about it hoping that one day he may just get it. I think he secretly hates me and he's stuck now that we have two children together. I'm serious. There is not much affection and he blames that on me. Maybe it is me. Why should I show affection to a person that shows no respect to me? I'm not kidding abot the whole housework arguments we have. He has this thing in his head where it's this is my job and this is his job when it comes to things in the house. All cleaning, cooking, laundry and children duties are mine along with coaching and studying that I have to do. His job is grass cutting, taking out garbage, fixing cars and going to work. I do appreciate that he does these things, however, I cut grass and take out garbage too. Why do I do these things you may ask yourself. I do them because cutting grass gives me atleast 2 hours to be by myself. I take out garbage because I see it's garbage day and just do it. How nice of me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, well, it's late as I just noticed and I'm tired of complaining. Time to go read one of my books and fall asleep so I can wake to another day. Thanks for sticking around this long, if you even did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-1600494812527042851?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/1600494812527042851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=1600494812527042851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1600494812527042851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1600494812527042851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-thoughts-for-december.html' title='My thoughts for December.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-5037233563825440042</id><published>2008-10-26T21:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:38:46.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too much to do and a complaint or two. (Hey, this rhymes.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do my days ever end? No. That's the only answer I have. I wake up every day at 5:30 and on weekends, 6. Yeah, seriously 6. No reason, just get up. I leave my house at 6:30 Monday through Thursday and come home around 4 just to leave again at 5:30 for cheerleading practice. Thank god only 2 more practice days and a competition left. Then I come home, cook, clean, do laundry if possible, get kids bathed, shower myself, *(if I remember to) and then study until 1 maybe 2 am. Yep, then I'm up yet again at 5:30. Well, the alarm goes off at 5:15 and I finally haul my ass out of bed at 5:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight I get a call from the girl that takes Taren to school every day and they tell me she can't do it tomorrow. Ok, no biggie, I'll call grandma. Grandma says drop her off in the morning and she'll do it. Great! I say to my dear husband, can you just drop the girls off at grandma's, she is on your way. He yells that he'll have to leave the house at 6:30 just to do that and he usually leaves at 6:45 to be at work by 7:30. Really? Um, when you take Nathan to your mother you don't usually leave the house until 6:45. Weird that you can't drop them off to my family member but what ever! (Sorry, I'm sure I'm rambling.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. I work so hard in every aspect that I'm doing. Cheerleading coach, student, mom, wife, maid........the list goes on. Why, oh why can't you do one simple drop off!!! The thing is, dropping the girls off there is more on the way then dropping Nathan off at your mother's! Guess what he tells me to do. He has the nerve to tell me to get up 15 minutes earlier so I can be out of the house 15 minutes earlier. UGH, the nerve! I'm sorry all you have to do is get up at 6:30, eat your crappy breakfast and go to work. I know how hard it is to come home after a long day of working, sit down to a cold beer and put my feet up. Trust me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's my problem? Yes, my husband works hard. Yes, we have a roof over our heads and food in our mouths. Yes, I love him unconditionally. Yes, I do appreciate every single thing he does for us. Yes, I'm tired of telling him how tired I am and maybe one day he'll see this and actually pitch in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should I be the one to get 15 minutes less sleep time? Why can't he just get up and take the kids somewhere instead of me doing 2 drop offs? I do two drop offs two days a week. Nathan goes to one place on Monday and Wednesday and Taren and Kyla go to another. On Tuesday and Thursday Nathan goes to his mother's and he takes him. On Monday and Wednesday I'm constantly late for school. I hate being late anywhere and if you know me, then you know how anal I am about being late for stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe when I fall asleep at the wheel he'll figure it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the holidays are coming up. Yeah, I'm a huge holiday lover. Not so much this year. We usually spoil our kids for Christmas. Soooo not going to happen this year. I'm not going to be all " woe is me". I know everyone feels the pinch. It just hurts that I can't do what I always do for them. Just sucks bad. I'm pretty sure Tim and I will just save the money and not get each other anything. It just sucks. I hate being broke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now folks. Here are a few pics of the kids for you to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261656562827005890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SQUoxDVoD8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/365eOkL5QhY/s320/100208+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261656553394749266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SQUowgMzP1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/5C4vxY6EZ4U/s320/092808+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261656543454088626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SQUov7KwzbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mHf9b4orveQ/s320/100208+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-5037233563825440042?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/5037233563825440042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=5037233563825440042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5037233563825440042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5037233563825440042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-too-much-to-do-and-complaint-or-two.html' title='Way too much to do and a complaint or two. (Hey, this rhymes.)'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SQUoxDVoD8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/365eOkL5QhY/s72-c/100208+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-1415608967299012246</id><published>2008-10-04T21:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:29:09.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just have nothing to talk about!</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Nothing. My life is so full of school, cheerleading, home and family it's sick. I love school, cheerleading, home and my family but seriously? Is this it? Yep, this is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School: Hmmm let's see. It's going well. I got all A's this MOD. Go me, go me. Yeah, I was pretty excited. I busted my ass to get those so I truly earned them. It feels really good too. Next I get to take Anatomy. OOOOO fun, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerleading: Well, let's just say the mom I spoke of before. Yeah, she's still a dumbass. I'd like to smack her dead in the face and say helloooooo, your daughter needs to come to practice to be any good at competition!!! The contract we have the parents and kids sign says if they miss more than 3 competion practices their off the comp squad. Does my advisor follow this? Hell no! She's afraid someone won't like her if she kicks a kid off the comp squad. I say bullshit! I'm there every day along with the other kids on the squad practicing their hearts out and busting their asses off to be an awesome competition squad and we are going to have one girl looking like shit. Pisses me off! I know it's not the kids fault and I don't take it out on her. I love the kid, it's the mom that I'd like to beat up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home and family: Things are going well. Tim and I are doing well and so are the kids. They are thriving. I cried a little today. I realized that Kyla will be 8 in 3 months. I cannot believe she's going to be 8 years old. My sweet baby girl is growing up. It's the hardest thing ever. Time is flying by so quickly. Those who have little ones, please soak up that time and enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than being pretty much flat broke and not being able to do anything anymore, like date nights, everything else is going good. I wish I had time for a part time job. We could definately use the money. Or if you just want to send us money we'll gladly take it. *totally joking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it for now. Here's a few pics of the kids for your viewing enjoyment. TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyla and Nathan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253488161039214546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SOgjpfZ2Z9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/DBfRizFtXSk/s320/82508+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253489681582201922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SOglB_3jHEI/AAAAAAAAAME/-puzd6_7lCI/s320/092808+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taren posing with our halloween decorations. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253488146009528450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SOgjonafmII/AAAAAAAAALc/5kfCbw8yZkY/s320/092808+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, your vision isn't screwing with you. That's Chester on the trampoline. I have a hard time getting him off of it. He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253488152300878418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SOgjo-2d-lI/AAAAAAAAALk/bfb0Ux7ln50/s320/092808+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is baby Mollie. I helped my friend Dawn in the delivery room with her. I got to see it all and I even cut the cord. It was awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253488151306921346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SOgjo7JfZYI/AAAAAAAAALs/DFYOkQApkEg/s320/092808+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Baby Nathan on Thomas.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253488156623163842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SOgjpO8-0cI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xd-MlHKwWDk/s320/092808+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I put this on here just cause he's hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-1415608967299012246?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/1415608967299012246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=1415608967299012246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1415608967299012246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1415608967299012246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-have-nothing-to-talk-about.html' title='I just have nothing to talk about!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SOgjpfZ2Z9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/DBfRizFtXSk/s72-c/82508+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-6561326066845359500</id><published>2008-08-25T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:50:06.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday pics!</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to post pics sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLExt4kJmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_jUMcHjtcbg/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465674994787938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLExt4kJmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_jUMcHjtcbg/s200/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEx3wFEwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yhKftVdBCPc/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465677643551490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEx3wFEwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yhKftVdBCPc/s200/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEyYgX6VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AsLUOdx3X6Q/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465686436047186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEyYgX6VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AsLUOdx3X6Q/s200/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEyogVEZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dEznRbqjp1U/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465690730828178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEyogVEZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dEznRbqjp1U/s200/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEy0NyEbI/AAAAAAAAALE/RQmCbXDXtjU/s1600-h/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465693874262450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLEy0NyEbI/AAAAAAAAALE/RQmCbXDXtjU/s200/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm going to leave Tim little notes everywhere and let him know I appreciate him and what he does for us. I think he may be tired of text messages telling him I love him. Damn technology. Nobody leaves little written notes for people anymore so that's what I'll do. I think he'll like that.&lt;br /&gt;What else? I'm busy. Like for real. I do so much with school and cheerleading it's crazy. Now competition is coming up and we are practicing pretty hardcore for that. I've noticed my house falling apart. Yeah, I could be doing laundry or dishes right now but I am updating my blog. The dirt will be there when I get to it. I've tried getting Kyla to help me but since she is only here 1/2 the time it doesn't help much. The laundry still has to be done and the dishes still need to be washed. I just have no time to do them. I keep telling myself that it will pay off in the end but I don't think I believe that. I hate messy things. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;I finished my first mod in school and got 2 A's and a B. I was pretty happy with that. I didn't think I did that well but I did. So whoo hoo for me! Other than all this not much else is new. Until later, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-6561326066845359500?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/6561326066845359500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=6561326066845359500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/6561326066845359500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/6561326066845359500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-pics.html' title='Birthday pics!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SLLExt4kJmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_jUMcHjtcbg/s72-c/Nathan%27s+1st+birthday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-97907603955524611</id><published>2008-08-17T22:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:44:57.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm behind.</title><content type='html'>I'm only behind a week right? Ok, let me start off with my Marriage Monday thingy. This week, since my wonderful husband cooks 4 out of the 7 nights because we have practice, I am going to do atleast 2 crock pot meals so when he comes home he doesn't have to worry about what's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto other things. The birthday party was a hit! The cake delicious and the gifts were wonderful. Nathan got so many new clothes and toys. Finally, he doesn't have to play with his sister's baby dolls. Yay!! My sister and brother in law stayed for a while afterwards which gave the kids a chance to hang out with them. That was nice since they don't see them that often. Jenni, (my soon to be sis in law) was here too. She's choreographing a dance for my squad. I got a taste of that and it seems to be pretty cool. Thank god I have smart girls! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Nathan loved his cake. He was afraid to touch it at first. I'll post some pics for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going great. I'm doing well and about to finish my first mod. Thanks god!! Finals are this week so I won't be on much. Which reminds me I must go study! Tata for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post birthday pics tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-97907603955524611?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/97907603955524611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=97907603955524611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/97907603955524611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/97907603955524611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-behind.html' title='I&apos;m behind.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-71625002430728958</id><published>2008-08-04T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:21:43.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday marriage'/><title type='text'>Stupid cheer moms.</title><content type='html'>Venting ahead so be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 13 girls on my squad. Out of those 13, I have problems with 3. The rest of the girls are awesome!!! What's the problem with the 3 girls you ask. Their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1- Out of 13 practices this kid showed up for 3 and the mother is questioning why the kid isn't getting the cheers. Well dumbass, let me explain it to you. We learn atleast 3 cheers a day. That's a total of 39 cheers learned already. If you actually brought your kid to practice she would know them all. No, instead she is going to make the rest of my squad look like crap. Oh yeah, also, stop feeding her candy and pop during practice. She is not allowed to eat that stuff. READ YOUR CONTRACT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2- PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR COACH! Not the football players, or other squads and then wonder why you aren't catching on. I know you are only 7 but the rest of the girls get it. Why don't you? Oh yeah, to this kids mom, don't smoke on the field. It's not only ignorant to the other parents and children who hate the smell of the shit but it's just rude. Not everyone wants to die of lung cancer, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #3- Good gawd where do I begin? Well, I know it's not your fault that your mom is a dumbass. How many times can I tell her no flip flops during practice, or eating, or drinking unless we take a water break. Oh yeah, also stop babying her. She's 7. She knows right from wrong. I'm not a mean coach, I just want my girls to look great this year and your daughter is holding us back because she would rather screw off and not pay attention to me and the other coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that that's out of the way. On to better things. My Monday marriage thingy. This week, I"m going to make sure my husband knows I appreciate that he cooks dinner the night I don't have cheerleading practice. I do appreciate it. If he didn't do this then my night would never end. Between practice, studying, cleaning up and kids my days would be 20 hours with only 4 to sleep. So my darling husband, thank you. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-71625002430728958?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/71625002430728958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=71625002430728958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/71625002430728958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/71625002430728958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-cheer-moms.html' title='Stupid cheer moms.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-2821758292310451081</id><published>2008-07-24T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:54:15.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>So what's new?</title><content type='html'>Well, I started back to school finally. I am going for Ultrasound Tech or Radiology. Not sure yet, but both should be pretty exciting. I am really excited about this round of my professional student career. I have changed my mind so much in the past but was never really excited about what I chose. This time is kind of different. I enjoy going to class. I study harder than I ever have. I'm talking late nights and early mornings. I'm at a good start of it paying off. I took my first two tests today and aced the both of them. I  have 2 tests on Monday and 1 on Tuesday so we'll see how those go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk cheerleading for a moment. I have 13 girls that range in the ages of 5 to 8. Yeah, fun. I have an amazing squad. They are really good. Well, all but two of them. These kids do not pay attention for squat and I'm getting irritated. I tried to talk to a mom today and told her that he kid needs to pay attention to me and nothing else and maybe could she talk to her. Do you know what she said to me? AND? Yeah, that's what she said. I'm thinking to myself are you kidding me? You pay an ass load of money to not give a shit what you kid does during the practice. Tomorrow we are having a parent meeting and the President of the division is going to make a remark about kids being lazy and what not. Oh yeah, I have a grandma that runs the field when the girls have to run a lap around it and her and her granddaughter stop and eat candy. I'm like WTF? They are not allowed any candy or anything during practice. This will be mentioned also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I are doing much better. He has been helping in the house and with the kids. I'm hopeful that it will continue as I really want us to be happy in all we do. I do love him to death but sometimes just want to kill him because he doesn't think. That's really neither here nor there though. We are good right now. Thanks to everyone for the comments and thoughts. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going camping this weekend. I'm pretty excited about that. We need time away for just us. Well, us and the kids of course. It's a tiny weekend getaway. We are tent camping too. I love tent camping. We don't get to do that enough since my dad has a cabin but we've decided to seriously rough it this weekend. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Talk to you all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-2821758292310451081?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/2821758292310451081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=2821758292310451081' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/2821758292310451081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/2821758292310451081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-whats-new.html' title='So what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-3309702654848433093</id><published>2008-07-09T00:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:52:12.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep so I'll blog. That should be my motto every night. Not sure why but I just don't sleep anymore. I'm tired but can't seem to shut my eyes. That's neither here nor there though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened today? Hmmm, well, I decided to sell Pure Romance to try and get a little extra money in the house, my son drove me crazy with all his crying due to his teething and ear infection, and Taren yells for me to look out of our front window. Well, when I did here's what I found: &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SHQ89rBbUJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ocNdy6xY9Aw/s1600-h/junk+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220864898247643282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SHQ89rBbUJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ocNdy6xY9Aw/s200/junk+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty huh? If you look real closely you can see the second one to the right of the bright one. So I told her she should go find the end of the rainbow because of the pot of gold sitting there. Well, needless to say she was afraid to go so no gold for me. Damn kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 days til Kimmie's wedding. Oh yeah, which is also the day of Tim's family reunion and the day before my birthday. I think she should just change her wedding date but she won't. Selfish girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, also, I'm a new Pure Romance Consultant. Check out the site and order!!! &lt;a href="http://www.pureromance.com/index.aspx?cnsltID=28772"&gt;http://www.pureromance.com/index.aspx?cnsltID=28772&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-3309702654848433093?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/3309702654848433093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=3309702654848433093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/3309702654848433093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/3309702654848433093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-post.html' title='Just a post.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SHQ89rBbUJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ocNdy6xY9Aw/s72-c/junk+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-4600449503488535058</id><published>2008-07-08T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:58:23.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone wants a $100!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/oldrallychick/secret-sauce_button.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-4600449503488535058?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/4600449503488535058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=4600449503488535058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/4600449503488535058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/4600449503488535058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/07/everone-wants-100.html' title='Everyone wants a $100!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-5588920050829275285</id><published>2008-06-25T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:24:14.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I've figured it out. I'm just angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry about everything. Tim asked me today why am I such an angry person. So I thought about it. Here is my list of what angers me. Be aware, it may get long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry my birth mother left us and moved to Minnesota even though we were grown up when she did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry at my sisters for MULTIPLE reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry me and my other siblings are not close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry my adoptive father doesn't make an attempt to see the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that my house never stays in order even though I bust my ass to make it look good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that my husband thinks all he has to do is work, mow the lawn and take out the garbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry that my family is not close anymore. I rarely speak to any of my cousins and the one I do talk to, I haven't seen or spoke to her since October. Not for a lack of me trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that Kyla's father doesn't do shit for her except act like a child himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that he buys her whatever she wants but doesn't help us out with school clothes or anything she needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that my kids take me for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that I have to tell them 12,569,842,547,962 times to do something and then I have to get angry and do it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that my birth father thinks he's better than everyone yet he forgets he beat the crap out of my mom when we were just tiny little babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that my husband thinks every single person in his family is perfect and can do no wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that I didn't go to college right out of high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that I have to depend on Tim for my clothing and roof over my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry that I cannot support myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry that I try my best to be a good mom, wife, sister, and friend and I always seem to fuck that up at some point. I know that no one is perfect but dammit, try saying something nice once in awhile to lift a girls spirits. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I'm seriously an angry person. He's right. I thought I was depressed when really I'm angry at every single person in my life. He asked me today if I was still taking Zoloft. I said yes. He said he thought I was a much nicer person before even taking it. Really? He asked me which was better? Me crying a lot or yelling and just being mad at the world. I said being mad. It's easier for me. I get mad at everyone and push them away. If I do that then no one will bother me. I can sit at this computer and just search the web for hours at night and be perfectly happy with that. He gets mad at me for being on here late at night because I don't go to bed with him. This is my time to relax and not have to worry about anyone bothering me to make them something to eat, or change their diaper or do some wifely duty. This is my ME time. It doesn't last long because Nathan wakes up to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So pretty much, I'm angry and not depressed. I'm angry at just about every single person in my life. Well, not my step mom. She's amazing. She is the only person I've never gotten mad at. Yeah, I love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I do? Do I tell my doctor that really I'm just a completely miserable bitch? Ugh, decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-5588920050829275285?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/5588920050829275285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=5588920050829275285' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5588920050829275285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5588920050829275285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-figured-it-out-im-just-angry.html' title='I&apos;ve figured it out. I&apos;m just angry.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-6800612325701981992</id><published>2008-06-22T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:30:24.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The SITS are amazing women!</title><content type='html'>They are having this contest for the summer and giving away this extremely large bouncer. I want it!!!! Check it out!&lt;a border="0" href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/oldrallychick/secret-sauce_button.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-6800612325701981992?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/6800612325701981992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=6800612325701981992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/6800612325701981992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/6800612325701981992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/06/sits-are-amazing-women.html' title='The SITS are amazing women!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-5174088691706387357</id><published>2008-06-21T20:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:54:09.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so drained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm just tired. Thursday night I went to Kimmie's house and her daughter came home with me. I just love her to death. She's my little peanut. Then Saturday I ended up with my 3 kids, Lexi, and Tim's cousin's 3 daughters. Talk about freaking estrogen in one household! There was so much here that Tim decided to hang out at Matt's house til the weeee hours of the morn. I ended up just letting the kids stay up until they passed out. Wasn't too much past 11:00. They were all very good though besides a few minor screams and cries. I love having all of those kids here but I love to see them go too. It was so quiet in my household after everyone left. Kyla, Taren, Nathan and I all took a walk down our road and back. It was so peaceful. Taren rode her bike the whole way. I was so proud of her. We came back to the house and Tim gets home from his grandma's and talks me into going over Matt's house. Doesn't he know I'm tired? Sure he does but oh well. Matt's lucky I love him. Here is what the kids did today: Yep these are in my yard.Pretty cool huh? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SF2bM-H1m0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HuGto-qBvUM/s1600-h/Horses+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214494590701509442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SF2bM-H1m0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HuGto-qBvUM/s200/Horses+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214493833100602834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SF2ag31tLdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/B1qDJ63-7dw/s200/Horses+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that's actually all I have for now. The kids will have their pictures taken tomorrow and onto a whole new week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-5174088691706387357?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/5174088691706387357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=5174088691706387357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5174088691706387357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/5174088691706387357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-drained.html' title='I&apos;m so drained.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SF2bM-H1m0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HuGto-qBvUM/s72-c/Horses+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-1918854272415217258</id><published>2008-06-08T23:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:15:33.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh! What a freaking weekend!</title><content type='html'>May I start off by saying that I'm thrilled the weather is finally nice. I love it actually. I only have one complaint. Couldn't we slowly come into the 90 ddegree weather? We didn't even see the 80's. It's better than snow though right?&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday night I had a cheerleading party to go to for Kyla. That was kind of fun. She's a Little Vikings Cheerleader and this is her second year doing it. She loves it. I get to coach this year so I'm totally excited about that. After the party two of her friends decided to come home with us and have a sleepover. I love sleepovers! The girls all got up Saturday morning, we ate breakfast and spent the rest of the day outside. When I say the rest of the day, I mean it. These kids stayed up until 5AM on Sunday jumping on my trampoline. Of course us adults were outside also. We had a cookout and just hung around the house all day. I couldn't believe the energy these kids had that late/early. I'm not even sure what to call it at that hour. It was definately fun and the kids all went home and everyone in my house went to bed early. Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-1918854272415217258?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/1918854272415217258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=1918854272415217258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1918854272415217258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/1918854272415217258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh-what-freaking-weekend.html' title='Ugh! What a freaking weekend!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809129256738032614.post-7595500727730361229</id><published>2008-06-03T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:18:01.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm so totally new at this so I may come off as a complete dumbass. I love reading blogs so I figured I'd give others something to read about me and my life. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stay at home mom of 3, full time student and cheerleading coach. Kyla is 7 years old and she is my sweet, loving baby girl. She has such a huge heart and is quite shy. She is a cheerleader for the Labrae Little Vikings. I coach her team obviously. It's my first year doing that so that should be a blast. Taren is my middle child. She is 3 years old. Some say she is the spawn of Satan. If you know her, you know exactly why people say that. She is a character and I love her to death. Nathan is our youngest. He will be 10 monhts old on June 13. He has a pretty cool personality, but at this age it's hard to tell what he will be like. I don't really have any hobbies. I love to read but that's about it. I was going to school to be a registered nurse but I've decided that taking care of sick people all day for the rest of my life was not my calling. So I changed my life path and I want to be an ultrasound technician. That's a pretty cool job right? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HUSBAND:&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, how do I explain him? To start off he is a hardworking, wonderful husband and father. He works in the maintenance department at Etna Products in Chagrin Falls. He loves hunting, fishing and cars. Typical man right? Yeah, there isn't too much to say about him right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2809129256738032614-7595500727730361229?l=kellyafrazier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/feeds/7595500727730361229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2809129256738032614&amp;postID=7595500727730361229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/7595500727730361229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2809129256738032614/posts/default/7595500727730361229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyafrazier.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396573871113067448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D96kx95If3Y/SGB5HHUDAMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yHT8o7ciz1s/S220/IMG_2684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
