<?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-18355463</id><updated>2011-11-19T21:55:29.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida's Poopin' Spot</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey, I'm a lady! Random barkings from a fabulous jack russell/pug girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-1048118603114288462</id><published>2007-10-08T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:43:57.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited and it feels so good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RwpqhfOK-XI/AAAAAAAAADk/3m-R55boMkM/s1600-h/heather1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RwpqhfOK-XI/AAAAAAAAADk/3m-R55boMkM/s320/heather1web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119021050009155954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rwpqc_OK-WI/AAAAAAAAADc/XZgeuY9RBDY/s1600-h/heatherweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rwpqc_OK-WI/AAAAAAAAADc/XZgeuY9RBDY/s320/heatherweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119020972699744610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not posting in a while. It's been a crazy few months that have taken my attention away from blogging...but I'm just a dog, what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to happier things...like reunions! A few weekends ago, Heather and Tessa came to visit us in Boston. Heather was instrumental in getting me found by my Dads when I turned up at the pound. She also did a lot of babysitting...I miss romping around with Bella, Bumble, Vegas, and Bronx. Shout out to my peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our great reunion. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-1048118603114288462?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1048118603114288462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=1048118603114288462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1048118603114288462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1048118603114288462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Reunited and it feels so good...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RwpqhfOK-XI/AAAAAAAAADk/3m-R55boMkM/s72-c/heather1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-3251527464198324382</id><published>2007-07-26T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T05:07:41.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqiMtIrnZSI/AAAAAAAAADE/TZ_cK2wsWhY/s1600-h/FridaBriggsweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqiMtIrnZSI/AAAAAAAAADE/TZ_cK2wsWhY/s320/FridaBriggsweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091474085794768162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture this week from the daycare pics that Mira took of me. Here is a shot of me at Crate Escape in the corner comfy bed with my pal Briggs. I'm at daycare today! I go about twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays and love it! Those days are way better days than the ones where I am just sitting around waiting for Dad to come home and walk me. I'll post more pictures of me at daycare as I get them in the future...but as for tomorrow's post, something entirely different! Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-3251527464198324382?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3251527464198324382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=3251527464198324382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/3251527464198324382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/3251527464198324382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/nap-time.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqiMtIrnZSI/AAAAAAAAADE/TZ_cK2wsWhY/s72-c/FridaBriggsweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-715866259796649433</id><published>2007-07-24T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:14:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Crate Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqXtI4rnZRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j9cd8IsVVsw/s1600-h/fridajumpingweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqXtI4rnZRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j9cd8IsVVsw/s320/fridajumpingweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090735690722272530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me jumping up for attention at daycare while my picture is being taken. If you haven't seen me in action, you'd probably get a big kick out of my habit of running at full speed and then leaping up to be caught in someone's arms. Yeah, it's a good talent to have I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-715866259796649433?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/715866259796649433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=715866259796649433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/715866259796649433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/715866259796649433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-crate-escape.html' title='More Crate Escape'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqXtI4rnZRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j9cd8IsVVsw/s72-c/fridajumpingweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-7174717334933551844</id><published>2007-07-23T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:32:04.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqSfjYrnZPI/AAAAAAAAACs/UzGsXgXHTsE/s1600-h/JamieFridaweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqSfjYrnZPI/AAAAAAAAACs/UzGsXgXHTsE/s320/JamieFridaweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090368909105128690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqSfjornZQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pDtTf5iZawI/s1600-h/JamieFridaweb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqSfjornZQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pDtTf5iZawI/s320/JamieFridaweb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090368913400096002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More daycare photos! Here you can get more of a sense of the cool space at Crate Escape. There are dog paintings on the walls and several playpens to romp around in. This is Jamie in the pics that I am snuggling with. Still more to come for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-7174717334933551844?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7174717334933551844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=7174717334933551844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/7174717334933551844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/7174717334933551844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/jamie-and-me.html' title='Jamie and Me'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqSfjYrnZPI/AAAAAAAAACs/UzGsXgXHTsE/s72-c/JamieFridaweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-3163752568610974987</id><published>2007-07-20T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T05:53:36.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mira and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqCv-qPE70I/AAAAAAAAACc/_nSmN9iE9C4/s1600-h/fridamira2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqCv-qPE70I/AAAAAAAAACc/_nSmN9iE9C4/s320/fridamira2web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089261069952937794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqCv_KPE71I/AAAAAAAAACk/ydgfhOJetGw/s1600-h/fridamira1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqCv_KPE71I/AAAAAAAAACk/ydgfhOJetGw/s320/fridamira1web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089261078542872402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another fun day at Crate Escape (like always). Here are two pictures of me with Mira, she's made of awesome... I'm always excited to see her and she takes such good care of me when it's daycare day. The friend peeking over her shoulder is Olive. We're just chillin' for the camera. More pics next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-3163752568610974987?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3163752568610974987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=3163752568610974987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/3163752568610974987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/3163752568610974987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/mira-and-me.html' title='Mira and Me'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RqCv-qPE70I/AAAAAAAAACc/_nSmN9iE9C4/s72-c/fridamira2web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-2972007782054926565</id><published>2007-07-09T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:41:58.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RpIs2CxB2KI/AAAAAAAAACE/bcvuWR6miJ8/s1600-h/fridasleepyweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RpIs2CxB2KI/AAAAAAAAACE/bcvuWR6miJ8/s320/fridasleepyweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085176236221782178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy weather makes me sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-2972007782054926565?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2972007782054926565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=2972007782054926565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/2972007782054926565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/2972007782054926565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/weather.html' title='Weather, part 2'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RpIs2CxB2KI/AAAAAAAAACE/bcvuWR6miJ8/s72-c/fridasleepyweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-995719528869547052</id><published>2007-06-29T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T05:39:01.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoT9LSxB2JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8dDWIcp2e_4/s1600-h/frida_hot_bellyup_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoT9LSxB2JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8dDWIcp2e_4/s320/frida_hot_bellyup_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081464650038630546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad it finally rained last night to bring the temperature down. It has bee hot and muggy for the past two days. There is no A/C in the house but daycare is air conditioned, so I've been there for the past two days while Dads are at work. But I am uploading a picture of my usual position on the hardwood floors: belly-up, looking hot and exhausted. This look is excellent for getting me bits of ice cream and other cold treats. (Notice the half chewed bone in the background: NOT a cold treat, but a treat nonetheless.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-995719528869547052?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/995719528869547052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=995719528869547052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/995719528869547052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/995719528869547052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/hot-weather.html' title='Hot weather'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoT9LSxB2JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8dDWIcp2e_4/s72-c/frida_hot_bellyup_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-7631149650691804032</id><published>2007-06-28T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:19:06.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoOnFCxB2HI/AAAAAAAAABs/9bgmMOwLUy8/s1600-h/fridaparade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoOnFCxB2HI/AAAAAAAAABs/9bgmMOwLUy8/s320/fridaparade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081088509687748722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoOnFixB2II/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jt1BIRTRqq0/s1600-h/fridaparade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoOnFixB2II/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jt1BIRTRqq0/s320/fridaparade2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081088518277683330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my film developed from last month. There was a surprise parade that came down our street in Belmont for Memorial Day. It had veterans, a high school band, and a firetruck. Lots of people who live on the end of our street came out to sit on the curb and watch it go by. Here are some cool shots of me and my dad watching it go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-7631149650691804032?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7631149650691804032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=7631149650691804032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/7631149650691804032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/7631149650691804032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/parade.html' title='Parade'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RoOnFCxB2HI/AAAAAAAAABs/9bgmMOwLUy8/s72-c/fridaparade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-5710524923496037213</id><published>2007-05-25T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T05:40:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RlbZGFSXaCI/AAAAAAAAABk/ry_eaUroFoo/s1600-h/Fridatongueweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RlbZGFSXaCI/AAAAAAAAABk/ry_eaUroFoo/s320/Fridatongueweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068477129173723170" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are in no particular order: yawning and eating treats. I don't know which was happening when this picture was taken, but I'm pretty sure it was one of the two. Wanted to wish everyone a happy Memorial Day. Enjoy the time off from work. The weather here is supposed to be hot, so I bet I will get to spend some time outside at the park. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-5710524923496037213?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5710524923496037213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=5710524923496037213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/5710524923496037213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/5710524923496037213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-things-i-love.html' title='Two things I love'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RlbZGFSXaCI/AAAAAAAAABk/ry_eaUroFoo/s72-c/Fridatongueweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-4349903872280441788</id><published>2007-05-16T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:47:37.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog Whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rkr9MlSXaBI/AAAAAAAAABc/yYLwB1LeSbM/s1600-h/dogwhisperer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rkr9MlSXaBI/AAAAAAAAABc/yYLwB1LeSbM/s320/dogwhisperer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065139123540944914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I thought it was a joke too when I heard about it, but when I looked it up on the National Geographic Channel's website, there it was! There is a Dog Whisperer and his name is Cesar Millan. (I wonder if that dog food is named after him?) And just look at the picture--dogs can't get enough of him! Anyway, I've read an article on Slate from Emily, the "human guinea pig," that sings his praises. Apparently he works wonders with unruly dogs. Of course, I wouldn't be in need of his services, because I'm always a lady. But I imagine it might be fun to watch some of my canine peers getting the makeover treatment. These before and after miracle shows are addictive really, you can't stop watching and you can't look away. I'll be watching this week Friday at 8 or DVRing it to check it out this weekend. See what you think too and let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-4349903872280441788?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4349903872280441788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=4349903872280441788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/4349903872280441788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/4349903872280441788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/dog-whisperer.html' title='The Dog Whisperer'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rkr9MlSXaBI/AAAAAAAAABc/yYLwB1LeSbM/s72-c/dogwhisperer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-666030894648380684</id><published>2007-05-04T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T05:53:29.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjssRpEQFjI/AAAAAAAAABU/bX-ldn1xMjY/s1600-h/Fridawaldoweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjssRpEQFjI/AAAAAAAAABU/bX-ldn1xMjY/s320/Fridawaldoweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060687287873967666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjsrrZEQFiI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Ov87i0mmmA/s1600-h/fridaduotired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjsrrZEQFiI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Ov87i0mmmA/s320/fridaduotired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060686630743971362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me after a long day at doggie day care at Crate Escape. I come home all zonked. It takes a whole evening of napping to recover. Dad Eric likes these evenings the best. See if you can spot me in the red chair in the first picture. It's like a Where's Waldo shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new pal at daycare about my size, Billy the Bischon. We've been playing around together the last couple of times. The folks at Crate Escape finished another roll of film of me playing so as soon as I get that developed, I will post that as well. Have a great weekend, everybody. The weather here looks like it's gonna be beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-666030894648380684?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/666030894648380684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=666030894648380684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/666030894648380684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/666030894648380684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/dog-tired.html' title='Dog Tired'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjssRpEQFjI/AAAAAAAAABU/bX-ldn1xMjY/s72-c/Fridawaldoweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-5991125159693910645</id><published>2007-04-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:21:52.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjU2bZEQFhI/AAAAAAAAABE/RC9AZPJKcgY/s1600-h/eyeglasses+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjU2bZEQFhI/AAAAAAAAABE/RC9AZPJKcgY/s320/eyeglasses+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059009600633706002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, readers, for the long absence. Apparently when blogger switched over to Google accounts, I was not able to log into my blog from Internet Explorer. So I had to download Firefox and now I can get to my control panel. I guess the Google gurus and Bill Gates are fighting and being cranky with each other's technologies. Enough about that, now I am back and I have plenty of new pictures to post, so look closely in the upcoming weeks for new posts (ah, now the picture makes sense...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-5991125159693910645?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5991125159693910645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=5991125159693910645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/5991125159693910645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/5991125159693910645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RjU2bZEQFhI/AAAAAAAAABE/RC9AZPJKcgY/s72-c/eyeglasses+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-5600505679072175594</id><published>2007-03-29T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T07:56:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ernestine Goes to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RgvTeuyGReI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RhRzs7BMLc8/s1600-h/booksign1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RgvTeuyGReI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RhRzs7BMLc8/s320/booksign1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047360332306466274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts lately...&lt;br /&gt;Here's cool news. One of my pals from daycare, Ernestine, now has her own children's book! It's so cool that the story is all about her going to work at the other day care place besides Crate Escape. The painted photos look just like her. For more information about her book signing party, where she got to autograph copies with her own paws, see the &lt;a href="http://rainingcatsanddogscambridge.com/signing.html"&gt;It's Raining Cats and Dogs&lt;/a&gt; page. I have to admit that I'm a little jealous that Ernie has her own book now.&lt;br /&gt;I see Ernestine sometimes on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I get to go for playtime. She's there often with Emmett, another jack russell. Ok, I have to get back to running with the other dogs now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-5600505679072175594?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5600505679072175594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=5600505679072175594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/5600505679072175594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/5600505679072175594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/ernestine-goes-to-work.html' title='Ernestine Goes to Work'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/RgvTeuyGReI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RhRzs7BMLc8/s72-c/booksign1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-414853108286930805</id><published>2007-03-19T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:18:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker Chicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rf6Np3xOzII/AAAAAAAAAAg/LNVPSjXwcEY/s1600-h/BikerChicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rf6Np3xOzII/AAAAAAAAAAg/LNVPSjXwcEY/s320/BikerChicks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043624383186128002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you all would like to see a cool picture of some biker chicks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-414853108286930805?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/414853108286930805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=414853108286930805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/414853108286930805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/414853108286930805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/biker-chicks.html' title='Biker Chicks'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rf6Np3xOzII/AAAAAAAAAAg/LNVPSjXwcEY/s72-c/BikerChicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-1908124271465857141</id><published>2007-03-06T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:04:45.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I found my Dads a new job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Re3XQK0Gy7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/COUi3kXBcnE/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Re3XQK0Gy7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/COUi3kXBcnE/s320/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038920230878235570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could make their home a "dog sanctuary." Look at the sassy collar on the dog in the pic too, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-1908124271465857141?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1908124271465857141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=1908124271465857141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1908124271465857141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1908124271465857141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-i-found-my-dads-new-job.html' title='I think I found my Dads a new job'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Re3XQK0Gy7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/COUi3kXBcnE/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-1292036924135275409</id><published>2007-02-22T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:51:12.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame! Maybe Not Forever</title><content type='html'>Update: In a display of how fleeting fame can be, I have been nudged off the list and replaced with other more "famous-looking" dogs. As if! Ahhh, it was good while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-1292036924135275409?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1292036924135275409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=1292036924135275409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1292036924135275409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1292036924135275409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/fame-maybe-not-forever.html' title='Fame! Maybe Not Forever'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-1393383899418058006</id><published>2007-02-22T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:19:04.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame! I'm Gonna Live Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rd2l8ZZfj6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7l-6mWJJ4M/s1600-h/fridabostonglobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rd2l8ZZfj6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7l-6mWJJ4M/s320/fridabostonglobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034362415498629026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big news is that my Dad Eric submitted my picture to a promotion the Boston Globe was having about pet celebrity look-a-likes. I got in! My picture as my namesake, Frida Kahlo, is featured on boston.com. Or as Dad's coworker said, "Frida's hit the big time, baby!" You can vote for me too! &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/lighter_side/pet_celeb_lookalikes?pg=8"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I should start thinking about getting an agent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-1393383899418058006?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1393383899418058006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=1393383899418058006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1393383899418058006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/1393383899418058006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/fame-im-gonna-live-forever.html' title='Fame! I&apos;m Gonna Live Forever...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAortuiNyiw/Rd2l8ZZfj6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7l-6mWJJ4M/s72-c/fridabostonglobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-117154742410238663</id><published>2007-02-15T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:50:24.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida looks like...</title><content type='html'>At the suggestion of Dad Mike on his blog, here's a fun Google game to waste some time. Here are the instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a Google search for the following: "(your name here) looks like" inserting your name where indicated and including the quotes. Post the top five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frida looks like Jean Grey in her Phoenix form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Frida looks like a counted cross stitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wow! Frida looks like the belle of the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Frida looks like a natural to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Frida looks like Diana Rigg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more for good measure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Frida looks like Ingrid Bergman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone for X-Men, Casablanca, or the Avengers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: my favorite is my dad's:&lt;br /&gt;Eric looks like a very dirty Sunday School Jesus clown who teaches children about Christ through humor and balloon sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-117154742410238663?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/117154742410238663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=117154742410238663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/117154742410238663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/117154742410238663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/frida-looks-like.html' title='Frida looks like...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-117076908164164418</id><published>2007-02-06T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:38:01.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Rex Grossman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/128671/fridafootball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/35709/fridafootball.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house was watching the big game this past Sunday and we were rooting for the Chicago Bears. Unfortunately after a strong opening, they did not pull through. Maybe next year. Enjoy the pic of me dressed up as quarterback.&lt;br /&gt;Update: I was supposed to go to daycare this morning but our car had a FLAT TIRE! I was all stoked to get to play with my pals, but there was a nail in the tire and Dads didn't have time to take care of it, so we had to cancel my play date. boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-117076908164164418?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/117076908164164418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=117076908164164418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/117076908164164418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/117076908164164418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-quite-rex-grossman.html' title='Not Quite Rex Grossman'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-117068524160055090</id><published>2007-02-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:20:41.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Littermate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/709465/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/823460/turkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd pass along this picture that came across my desk. It's uncanny how this doggie could be a sibling of mine. Why he/she is dressed up in a turkey costume is another matter. Not that I'm judging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-117068524160055090?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/117068524160055090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=117068524160055090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/117068524160055090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/117068524160055090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-lost-littermate.html' title='Long Lost Littermate'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116981828799162990</id><published>2007-01-26T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T05:31:28.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with the BIG dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/234696/buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/566760/buddies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/363368/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/806949/class.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/172686/bigdogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/601696/bigdogs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me taken at daycare by Patrick, one of the staff members at Crate Escape who is usually there when Dad Eric drops me off. Sometimes I get kinda nervous when Dad leaves me there. I get all anxious for some reason and worry that he won't come back. But he always does. And then I get to go home and have some treats. I am adjusting well to the frequent visits (I ususally get to go about twice a week, but the days change, so I never quite know what to expect in the morning. It's always a surprise!) I have fun at daycare. I get to run around and jump and play. And there are some bigger kids there that I've been able to play with. It makes me feel big when I am allowed to spend time with them. It's pretty fun pretty much all day. Super fun. I have energy in the car ride home, but after that, I am zonked. Check out the picture of me in the crowd. I am already becoming the star pupil. Hope everyone has a great weekend...my Dad Mike is coming home from India this weekend!! I am so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116981828799162990?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116981828799162990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116981828799162990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116981828799162990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116981828799162990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/running-with-big-dogs.html' title='Running with the BIG dogs'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116942913767408723</id><published>2007-01-21T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T05:20:26.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Pics: Jones Soda Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/5590/jonessodanight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/400/274579/jonessodanight2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So click on the picture to the left to see an array of snaps from over Xmas. Heather (who is in NYC now...I miss her!...with my friends Bella and Bumble) bought Dad mike a holiday pack of Jones sodas, which included such tasty flavors as DINNER ROLL, PEA, TURKEY AND GRAVY, SWEET POTATO and ANTACID. So the extended family decided to, while we were all together, try them all...everyone having at least a shotglass full of each flavor. The results...pretty much what you'd expect. Next holiday, get a five-pack and try yourself! Well worth the entertainment when everybody tries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116942913767408723?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116942913767408723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116942913767408723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116942913767408723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116942913767408723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/holiday-pics-jones-soda-night.html' title='Holiday Pics: Jones Soda Night!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116888846990876423</id><published>2007-01-15T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:14:29.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crate Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/513545/CE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/48052/CE2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/68216/CE%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/510679/CE%20web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all! Just wanted to tell you a little bit about my new favorite place. My Dads thought I was getting bored during the day and being mopey and unhappy since I am home alone all day. So they signed me up for doggie day care at this great place called Crate Escape! I get to go once or twice a week and run around like crazy with other dogs. They put a bunch of us in special areas in this warehouse and play with us and let us run, and jump, and play, and bark! It is so much fun. There's one area that has a doggie door in it so we can go outside to this fenced in area if we want to. My first day as the new kid was a half day last Thursday and now I can go full days. I can't wait for my next visit. Sorry I don't have pictures of me "in action" or of the inside...maybe next visit. I was just so excited I forgot to take any pictures until I was leaving the place. but I got the outside of the building. Notice the theme: LOTS of fire hydrants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116888846990876423?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116888846990876423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116888846990876423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116888846990876423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116888846990876423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/crate-escape.html' title='Crate Escape'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116843706735249449</id><published>2007-01-10T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T05:51:07.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/436702/forrestkissweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/613890/forrestkissweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little kiss I gave to Forrest. I couldn't tell you how he's related to me, but Dad Eric has said something like my Dad's cousin's son. Regardless, I love it when he comes over to play because he is closer to my height and always happy to see me. I'm glad we got to get together even for a little bit when we went back to Erie to visit family over the holidays. His grandma says he likes to post pictures of me on his bedroom wall and asks his mom if he can have a Frida dog too. I hope I will get to post more pictures of me and Forrest soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116843706735249449?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116843706735249449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116843706735249449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116843706735249449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116843706735249449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/kiss.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116791821689136303</id><published>2007-01-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T05:43:36.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/263868/xmasbounty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/187963/xmasbounty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/365423/xmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/800450/xmas2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/568917/xmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/338276/xmas4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/647073/xmasbest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/19817/xmasbest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/540285/xmas%20before%20%26%20after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/603844/xmas%20before%20%26%20after.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of photos to share from Christmas morning. My Dads got me lots of presents, but of course I needed some help unwrapping the boxes and bags. I was able to stick my head in the bags but paws aren't especially helpful in opening boxes. I got bunches of squeaky toys and one was a furry rabbit. It reminds me of the squirrels that run up the trees in our neighborhood. I bet this is what they'd be like if I ever catch one. I like to carry it around in my mouth a lot. There also were "candy cane" rawhides! Leave me a little comment and let me know how your holiday was and if you got any cool squeaky toys too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116791821689136303?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116791821689136303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116791821689136303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116791821689136303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116791821689136303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/xmas-pictures.html' title='Xmas pictures'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116783139305224167</id><published>2007-01-03T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:51:34.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/154373/gambler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/574469/gambler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamble less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116783139305224167?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116783139305224167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116783139305224167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116783139305224167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116783139305224167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolution-1.html' title='New Year Resolution #1'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116783094465211713</id><published>2007-01-03T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:29:04.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Ride to Erie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/330081/Fridacar%20collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/400/705667/Fridacar%20collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post much over the holidays, because, well, isn't that the point of a vacation...to get away from it all?? But now I am back on the flip side of the new year and I wanted to share my experiences in travel from my trip back to Erie with my Dads to visit family. I'll try to start with the posts in chronological order. So I made a little collage of photos from the car ride there. It is about 8 to 9 hours from Boston to Erie (depending on how many stops you make...and my tiny bladder needs lots of them). I don't remember an awful lot from the trip because I slept a lot; well most of the way really, on a very soft blanket in the back seat. Tomorrow I'll post a few shots of Xmas and my bounty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116783094465211713?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116783094465211713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116783094465211713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116783094465211713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116783094465211713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/car-ride-to-erie.html' title='Car Ride to Erie'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116663765340184119</id><published>2006-12-20T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:00:53.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting Past Christmases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/311045/Frida%20Xmas%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/522380/Frida%20Xmas%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from Xmas 2 years ago I think. It may have been the first one with my Dads...it was taken in the upstairs apartment. I might repost the pic from last year in my Xmas dress, if anybody is interested. I just thought this photo in the reindeer getup was more festive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I see that my stocking is full of goodies (I'm guessing rawhides and treats and maybe a plush toy or two) so I can't wait to open them up next week in Erie with the extended family. Hope everyone has a good holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116663765340184119?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116663765340184119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116663765340184119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116663765340184119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116663765340184119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/revisiting-past-christmases.html' title='Revisiting Past Christmases'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116594201335688530</id><published>2006-12-12T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:46:53.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/216743/Bacon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/844569/Bacon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://mightyredpen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mighty Red Pen&lt;/a&gt; for sending this along. Are you listening, Dads? This is what I want for Xmas. What could be a better holiday gift, but &lt;a href="http://mgrsti5395q.seamlesstech.biz/Merchant/2005TGP/BOM%20pages/bom.html"&gt;Bacon every month&lt;/a&gt;? Okay, maybe the only thing better would be Bacon for LIFE! Anyway, there is plenty of "added value", as they say, to this gift...membership card, bacon pen, exclusive comic strip (huh?), rubber toy pig, t-shirt, and of course, the bacon itself. mmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116594201335688530?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116594201335688530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116594201335688530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116594201335688530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116594201335688530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/bacon-of-month.html' title='Bacon of the Month'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116584736795628620</id><published>2006-12-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T06:29:27.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Frida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/246880/Mona_Frida.webjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/381973/Mona_Frida.webjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the enigmatic smile that people for centuries have tried to figure out...until Tom Hanks solved it for all time. Wait, that's not right at all. Here is my 2006 Xmas portrait I'll be sending around, and I'm posting it here for everyone as well. Enjoy one of the finest art masterpieces ever created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116584736795628620?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116584736795628620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116584736795628620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116584736795628620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116584736795628620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/mona-frida.html' title='Mona Frida'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116532857064051099</id><published>2006-12-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T06:22:50.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me at the Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/102108/m457579d3efa29s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/919523/m457579d3efa29s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look, it's me and Dad at the museum...or in the museum...or in the paintings at the museum! This was some picture insert thing that interacts with Flickr. Thought you all would get a kick out of it. Yeah, okay, kinda cheesy, I know. I've got some new pics that need downloaded that I'll be putting up on the blog soon, so keep checking back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116532857064051099?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116532857064051099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116532857064051099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116532857064051099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116532857064051099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-at-museum.html' title='Me at the Museum'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116498035717989597</id><published>2006-12-01T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T05:39:17.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/286466/Fridapicsnovduoweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/702577/Fridapicsnovduoweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a happy picture of Dad and me before we went for a car ride to get take out for dinner! Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116498035717989597?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116498035717989597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116498035717989597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116498035717989597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116498035717989597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/dad-and-me.html' title='Dad and Me'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116489457376683295</id><published>2006-11-30T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:51:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/17266/busyboneweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/413245/busyboneweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/569374/Fridagrrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/557582/Fridagrrweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! Last night Dad gave me a busy bone to chew on and let me tell you that when I get one of these delicious treats, something happens inside of me that I just can't explain but I have to protect my treasure. If anyone comes close, I like to growl a bit and snarl to let them know it is mine. I know, not quite lady-like, but I can't help it. Normally I share, but when it comes to yummy food and treats, I have a bit of a selfish streak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116489457376683295?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116489457376683295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116489457376683295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116489457376683295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116489457376683295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/grrr.html' title='GRRR!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116412501471529316</id><published>2006-11-21T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:03:34.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turducken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/1600/949574/lg-turducken4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2602/1794/320/988336/lg-turducken4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture may be enough to make anyone into a vegetarian...but not for dogs! It's heaven. Have you all heard about this crazy Thanksgiving meal called turducken? It's endless meats stuffed inside each other. The way you make it is a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken. (It looks like the picture also shows stuffed with stuffing too...and side note: Yahoo News states that: "While the origin of the large meal is disputed, searchers in New Jersey and Virginia are the most interested in figuring out how to make one." Make your own judgments about that tidbit.) Well, you know how we pups love our meat products. The only way this could be any better is if it was a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken stuffed with veal stuffed with pork stuffed with ground beef, tied together with strips of bacon. It's a barnyard reunion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116412501471529316?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116412501471529316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116412501471529316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116412501471529316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116412501471529316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/turducken.html' title='Turducken'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116369883086466739</id><published>2006-11-16T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:40:30.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry? It's almost Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally can understand this feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Been getting ready for Thanksgiving and the upcoming feast we will be having! Turkey day is one of my favorite holidays. I get spoiled with all sorts of people food from the table. Dads have planning underway for the big meal, which is only a week away. Can you believe it? The best part is we'll have some family here for the first Thanksgiving holiday in our new place. Grandma Kay and Aunt Kathy will be up for the weekend to visit. I'm eager to see them, especially because Grandma loves to play and run me wild around the house. I'll post more on their trip and the glorious food spread as it develops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116369883086466739?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116369883086466739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116369883086466739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116369883086466739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116369883086466739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/hungry-its-almost-thanksgiving.html' title='Hungry? It&apos;s almost Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116299445280438589</id><published>2006-11-08T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:00:52.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/2304_drteeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/2304_drteeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Scissor Sisters...Of course, since I am a lady, this post fits naturally. In all of the election hulabaloo, I figured we need some levity and celebration. (Side note: for some reason I was turned away at the polls yesterday: vast right wing conspiracy I tell you! I gave my correct address and was told by the old lady that dogs are not allowed to vote!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting back to things, here it one of the most bonkers songs I have heard in a long time. It is so nutty and good. A bonus track called "Making Ladies" that is sure to delight. Give it a listen. You'll be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ub6fhm"&gt;Sissor Sisters: "Making Ladies"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm thinking of it, as you listen to it, you'll probably start thinking about the good old sisters and how much they remind you of another favorite band of mine...the Electric Mayhem (see picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday!! (And since we are on the subject of ladies...yay go Nancy...in da House!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116299445280438589?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116299445280438589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116299445280438589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116299445280438589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116299445280438589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/making-ladies.html' title='Making Ladies'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116221631490242639</id><published>2006-10-30T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:51:54.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 100TH POST TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Fridabloggerweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/Fridabloggerweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's hard to believe that I have been blogging for over a year now? Has it really been that long already? Well, leave me a little shout of congratulations if you'd like to let me know if you've enjoyed reading my random barkings. I love getting comments on my blog. I wonder where the next 100 posts will take me? Last night my dads snapped this pic of me working on my blog in honor of my little milestone here. I could write something deep and profound about having a voice with new technology in the 21st century, but I'm just a dog, what do I know? Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116221631490242639?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116221631490242639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116221631490242639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116221631490242639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116221631490242639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-100th-post-to-me.html' title='HAPPY 100TH POST TO ME!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116186754509926251</id><published>2006-10-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:59:05.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Farce Be With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ShowLetter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ShowLetter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ShowLetter0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ShowLetter0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;since Halloweenie is coming up, of course people all over are dressing up their pets. There are no plans in the works to give me an extreme makeover (that I know about) but the dads usually try to get me a fantastic and pretty outfit for Christmas. I also have to start planning what fantastic Xmas card image I will do this year...but in the meanwhile, enjoy these pics of dogs whose owner nerds have far too much time on their hands. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116186754509926251?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116186754509926251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116186754509926251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116186754509926251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116186754509926251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/may-farce-be-with-you.html' title='May the Farce Be With You'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116160755504661068</id><published>2006-10-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:49:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissor Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/scissorsnewshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/scissorsnewshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my Dads tell me the best part about being in Boston is that you can catch pretty much any show that is on tour...and last night the left me home alone to snuggle into the couch and nap while they took in an awesome show. The Scissor Sisters are touring to promote their new, second CD, Ta-Dah, which Dad Eric has been playing a lot lately and I enjoy dancing around the house with him to it. If you haven't heard their new single "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'", where have you been? They played it on Dancing With the Stars a few weeks back even, for gosh sakes! So if you haven't heard of them, I'd describe them as a mash of Elton John, Bee-Gees, and Deee-Lite, with a healthy dose of rock thrown in for good measure. Highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads say the show was great and music fanitastic. A great band to see live, super high energy. They played at the Orpheum Theater, which was a cool venue, not too big, just right size to be close enough to the action. Boston was the last stop on their U.S. leg, probably because they are more popular in Europe, were they actually get heavy radio play, unlike here...stupid, stupid Americans...Have a great Monday, if there is anything good about Mondays...the back to work day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116160755504661068?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116160755504661068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116160755504661068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116160755504661068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116160755504661068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/scissor-sisters.html' title='Scissor Sisters!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116100173527104434</id><published>2006-10-16T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:28:55.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/yummyspread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/yummyspread.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sunday nights for the last four weeks (according to Dad Mike) have been a tiny little feast in front of the tube enjoying Desperate Housewives, while the dads tap away at their laptops sometimes, drowning the sorrow that they have to return to work the next day with a yummy spread of goodies from Trader Joes and Whole Foods...Check out the pic! Sweet! Last week Dad made banana bread and topped it with a cream cheese frosting and fresh raspberries. There was baked brie with mushrooms, apricot stilton, and...hungry yet? But this week also there were slices of beef stick and cheese and crackers! Which, of course, while the boys were in the kitchen out making tea, I helped myself to a slice or two of beef stick from the buffet on the coffee table! How could I resists my meats?? I was caught, but again, it was well worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116100173527104434?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116100173527104434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116100173527104434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116100173527104434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116100173527104434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday-nights.html' title='Sunday Nights'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116050258290547060</id><published>2006-10-10T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:27:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more Lounging in the Sun Shots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/fridasun4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/fridasun4.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/fridasunweb3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/fridasunweb3.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/fridasunweb2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/fridasunweb2.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you all would enjoy seeing more of me trying my hardest to be adorable...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a shout out (bark, I suppose) to my Grandpa in Erie who sent me some Rawhide dental chews for my teeth that were yummy. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116050258290547060?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116050258290547060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116050258290547060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116050258290547060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116050258290547060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-few-more-lounging-in-sun-shots.html' title='Just a few more Lounging in the Sun Shots...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-116042165267368184</id><published>2006-10-09T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:38:43.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/fridasunweb.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/fridasunweb.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya all...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy. you know how hectic a dog's life can get. Well, since it is a holiday and the Dads have off today (Columbus Day), we've been just resting up, the three of us (well, Dad Mike still goes in to work sometimes on days off, but that's just because he is so incredibly dedicated).&lt;br /&gt;So this morning while "playing frog" (which consists of throwing and chasing a stuffed plush squaky frog toy, and thrashing it), I ripped the seam finally and got the stuffing out! It is my favorite thing to do as I may have mentioned before to pull out all the fluffy innards all over the floor. So after the excitement, I took it to the kitchen where there is a nice sunny spot as the warm rays filter in from the window. Dad Eric took some pictures of it to capture the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great day. Speaking of basking in the sun, the weather went back up from chilly to a beautiful sun-drenched day, doesn't seem like fall at all except for the turning of the leaves. In a minute, when I finish blogging, Dad Eric and I are going to go for a walk and soak it up while we have the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-116042165267368184?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116042165267368184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=116042165267368184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116042165267368184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/116042165267368184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/lounging-in-sun.html' title='Lounging in the Sun'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115929220340913209</id><published>2006-09-26T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:36:43.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/MikeFridaHolgasepiaweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/MikeFridaHolgasepiaweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just here to post a classic picture of me and Dad Mike in our old backyard, taken by Dad Eric with his cheapo plastic Holga camera! Enjoy us two cuties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115929220340913209?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115929220340913209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115929220340913209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115929220340913209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115929220340913209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-dad.html' title='Me &amp; Dad'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115911435131081420</id><published>2006-09-24T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:12:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassandra Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/CassandraWilson_color2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/CassandraWilson_color2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey folks!&lt;br /&gt;One of the perks of living in Boston now is that my Dads get to see some great acts that tour this way. Last night they came home from a concert to tell me about a great jaz/blues/pop musician/vocalist they saw called Cassandra Wilson. She's got this great deep, smoky voice and the guys tell me she was absolutely brilliant. She played a number of tunes from her new "Thunderbird" CD which I will highly recommend here. Download these tracks from the album now: "I Wants to Be Loved", "It Would Be So Easy", "Closer to You", "Go to Mexico".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115911435131081420?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115911435131081420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115911435131081420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115911435131081420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115911435131081420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/cassandra-wilson.html' title='Cassandra Wilson'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115878005297568486</id><published>2006-09-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:24:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mopey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/mopeyartyweb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/mopeyartyweb.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/mopeyweb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/mopeyweb.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share some pictures of me being coy. This is the expression I use to get extra walks. If I play up the sad expressions, I tend to get more frequent walks! Am I being manipulative? Maybe. Am I being adorable? Definitely! Speaking of, it is a gorgeous day here in Boston, I have been lounging in the sun much of today, so Ta-ta, it is time for a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115878005297568486?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115878005297568486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115878005297568486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115878005297568486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115878005297568486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/mopey.html' title='Mopey'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115860078235857838</id><published>2006-09-18T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:45:12.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby did a bad, bad thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/trouble1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/trouble1web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/troubleweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/troubleweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/trouble2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/trouble2web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOPS. I was caught red-handed. Well, since dogs don't have hands, maybe that would be red-pawed, I don't know. All I know is that I cannot tell a lie, my Dads left the dining room for a minute and I just couldn't help myself because there was a piece of Dad Mike's Vanilla Bean cheesecake from the Cheescake Factory, sitting right there on the dining room table. How could I resist? Would you? I hopped up to the chair and then onto the table and before I could finish it off, Dad busted me! Of course I got in trouble but not before some incriminating pictures could be taken my Dad Eric. Well there's no denying it now, I guess. But it was all worth it...creamy yummy cheesecake. Now I know why those Golden Girls go completely nuts over this delectible dessert. (And secretly, just so you know, it was so good, I bet I'd do it again if I had the chance...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115860078235857838?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115860078235857838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115860078235857838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115860078235857838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115860078235857838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-did-bad-bad-thing.html' title='Baby did a bad, bad thing...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115809178732267746</id><published>2006-09-12T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:09:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Ground%20Squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/Ground%20Squirrel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Guys and Gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been enjoying my morning and afternoon walks around my new neighborhood while Dad Eric is on his temporary "vacation" from work! It's nice having a Dad home at sometimes during the day. It makes my day less boring and less about napping! It has been a bit cooler Fall weather the past couple of days, but still sunny during the afternoons. It is beautiful up here at this time in the New England area. The best part about our neighborhood is the bountiful amounts of squirrels that live in the trees lining the streets. I have gotten into the habit of looking up the trees when I pass by each one to see what critters are sneaking up and down the bark. I hope I catch one someday. I try a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some new pictures to post, but alas, not today. You'll have to wait a bit for those until I am technologically up and running at full capacity (these things take time!)...But for now, I miss everyone back home in Erie and those of you from other far flung places that read and follow my blog, shouts out to you too! Dad had a second interview today and it went pretty well...more on that as it develops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115809178732267746?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115809178732267746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115809178732267746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115809178732267746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115809178732267746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/squirrel-heaven.html' title='Squirrel Heaven'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115714295074739861</id><published>2006-09-01T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:00:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, testing...Just checking in, folks</title><content type='html'>Well, for everyone who checks this page frequently, I apologize for the lack of updates. Dad and I survived the 8 hour trip with only 2 pee stops (believe it!) and with the help of some peanut butter ritz bits and Barnum's animal crackers. I have't been able to update my blog lately because of "technical difficulties"...The difficulty being that the Dads have no phone line yet and thus no internet connection! Dad Eric just bought a new laptop at circuit city (which denied his first credit card! ooops, I guess the bank wondered why he was charging a new laptop in a different city!) the other day and via PANERA's wonderful free wireless (yay panera!!) we are now able to manage an update of sorts. Give me a shout out, folks, to say hi and that you still care and I will try to get a disc with some new pictures for future posts. Stick around and keep checking back, this move thing may make things all bumpy, but I will do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Dad Eric had an interview today and it went very well! He was guaranteed a second one; the HR lady said she will call next week after Labor Day to set up a time for round 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me, Hope you had a HAPPY LABOR DAY, YOU SLAVES TO THE SYSTEM! Enjoy your token day off. (side note from Dad Eric: But at least you all HAVE jobs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cool, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115714295074739861?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115714295074739861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115714295074739861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115714295074739861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115714295074739861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/testing-testingjust-checking-in-folks.html' title='Testing, testing...Just checking in, folks'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115576353541337575</id><published>2006-08-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:49:07.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco-Nuts!</title><content type='html'>This post is in response to the “how I’m weird” post that Tiffany wrote about in her list at &lt;a href="http://quelquechose.wordpress.com/"&gt;Previously On&lt;/a&gt;…, wherein she states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m a texture-based eater.  I don’t like foods that are rubbery (mushrooms), slimy (avacadoes/guacamole), and whatever texture coconut is.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch that last part? About coconut? This must be the most vile “food” there is. I am convinced that it is so damn hard to get to the “meat” of a coconut (I have always hated that expression as applied to fruits and vegetables) for a reason—we shouldn’t be getting in there at all. You practically need a jackhammer to get in there and once inside, the stuff is just gross. For years, my Dad Eric has faked an allergy to coconut so that he doesn’t have to eat it. And I wholeheartedly agree. That shit is nasty. The texture is stringy and dry. And someone will invariably say, “Oh, but not FRESH coconut.” Which merits the response, “It’s still the same damn stuff.” If you say, “I hate apricots,” I don’t say, “But you haven’t tried DRIED apricots!” For some reason, people are insistent that you keep trying coconut whenever they’ve baked it in something, as if you won’t be able to tell its distinctive, rotten flavor. Dad Mike will wail that this is all untrue—hogwash and lies, so to back things up, I did a little research online, and we all know that if it’s on “the internets” then it must be true. So here, right out of Wikipedia’s entry, little known facts about coconut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The origins of this plant are the subject of controversy with some authorities claiming it is native to southeast Asia, while others claim its origin is in northwestern South America. Fossil records from New Zealand indicate that small, coconut-like plants grew there as far back 15 million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When viewed on end, the endocarp and germination pores resemble the face of a monkey, the Portuguese word for which is &lt;em&gt;macaco&lt;/em&gt;, sometimes abbreviated to coco, hence the name of the fruit. The specific name &lt;em&gt;nucifer&lt;/em&gt;a is Latin for nut bearing. Speaking of nuts, why does this remind me of an idiot named Senator George Allen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scientific studies have shown that consumption of coconut is tied to increased impotency. And baldness. And bad breath. And uncontrollable flatulence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Over 90% of the population is allergic to coconut and don’t even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Coconut oil is has the highest concentration of trans fat of all the oils you can cook or bake with. (And coconut milk is 17% fat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The makers of Almond Joy and Mounds, after many hours of deliberation, decided to cut the end of their ORIGINAL famous candy bar tagline: “Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t, but either way both of these candy bars taste like shit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The first person to wear a coconut bra on TV was Milton Berle in drag pretending to hit on George Burns on the Jack Parr show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Coconut is also commonly used as a herbal remedy in Pakistan to treat bites from rats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “I’m Coco-Nuts for You!” is a little-known Jimmy Buffet song that didn’t crack Billboards Top 100 when it was released in 2000, but remains a fan favorite from his “Yet More Songs From Margaritaville Again” album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Coconut is the lowest selling Yoplait yogurt flavor, but it is kept in production due to a high volume of sales in the country of Pakistan (get it? If not, please see, #8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Isaac Newton developed his theory of gravity after being hit by a falling coconut (while on vacation in the South Pacific), not by an apple as is usually told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Some political activists have recently adopted the cream pie as a weapon of protest, to be thrown into the face of one's unsuspecting opponent. One team of such protesters, known as Al Pieda, operate primarily against right-wing public figures in the United States. (this is completely true.) In fact, when Anita Bryant was “pied” the flavor was coconut cream (probably not true, but great trivia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. And finally, that crazy Cocoa Puffs cereal bird was supposed to say “I’m cookoo for coco-nut!” for “Coco-Nut Puffs” but General Mills found that all the kids they tested the product on but one liked chocolate more than coconut. That one kid was taken out and shot by firing squad in Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115576353541337575?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115576353541337575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115576353541337575' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115576353541337575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115576353541337575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/coco-nuts.html' title='Coco-Nuts!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115574762101412364</id><published>2006-08-16T09:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:00:21.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I am Weird</title><content type='html'>Mags, from &lt;a href="http://mags25.blogspot.com/"&gt;You forgot Poland&lt;/a&gt;!, tagged me with this question to answer here on my blog, about “How I am Weird.” Well here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nature is my personal bathroom. How many of you have pooped outside with everyone looking? (and if you anwered yes to that, you BETTER have been on a camping trip) My Dad Eric generally does not walk me on busy streets for two very important reasons: first, he feels I should have a modicum of privacy “in the loo” and second, he figures people in cars going by while he is picking up my business are thinking the same thing, “you poor, poor bastard with a plastic bagful of shit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have what some have referred to as a “cow belly.” This consists of a very pink, healthy hued skin that is relatively furless and has black and brown spotty patches, sort of like, well…a cow. (no udders, but plenty of nipples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I run at top speed for no apparent reason at all. Give me a large area and I will rival a cheetah with how fast I can go. Of course when I decide to stop, I pant like crazy and need TONS of water…which brings me to another oddity. I refuse to drink water at moments like this if I am directed to the waterbowl by anyone. I only drink on my own terms, preferably when no ones looking. Unless I am deathly thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting back to the pooping theme (and I promise this will be the last), I once attempted to eat out of a cat’s litter box. I was caught red-handed (or a better cliche would be "with a shit-eating grin") and I had litter all in my eyes and around my mouth. Busted. I know it’s a gross habit, but mmmm, tasty! (I could also tell you about how I love to roll in bunny shit which then gets me a quick trip to an oatmeal bath (which I hate)...but enough about this crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I once had fleas, and was ashamed to admit it and ask for help. Fortunately my Dad Eric picked up on the scratching and irritated skin. They had even advantixed me earlier in the month but it must have worn off and the vet said fleas are “bad this year.” I don’t feel so bad about being in the closet about my previous infestation because Dad Mike always denies it too. But I am happy to report I am flea-free today, my 20th day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, and lastly, Shirley McLaine told me that in my previous life I hung out with Andy Warhol and Liza Minnelli at Studio 54.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115574762101412364?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115574762101412364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115574762101412364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115574762101412364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115574762101412364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-i-am-weird_115574762101412364.html' title='How I am Weird'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115567324904416067</id><published>2006-08-15T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:20:49.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment INSIDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/LVGRM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/LVGRM.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a pic of Dad Mike inside our new home. He's in the living room with some of the stuff from our old place all moved in. The Dads took all our stuff up last weekend in a big Budget truck. Ask them about it and they will tell you what an experience it was...especially turning it around in a field outside the hotel because they couldn't back it up since the car was hitched to the back!&lt;br /&gt;Notice the cool new carpet Dad Mike bought for me to lay on so I don't get cold paws on the hardwood floor! Yay! Go Dad! Maybe next week I'll blog about his new job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115567324904416067?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115567324904416067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115567324904416067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115567324904416067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115567324904416067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/apartment-inside.html' title='Apartment INSIDE!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115522284073480299</id><published>2006-08-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:14:00.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/017_9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/017_9A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/014_12A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/014_12A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not updating this in a few weeks, but here is the exciting news! Our family is moving to Boston, Massachusetts!! (Does this make me a Boston terrier technically now?) Here are pictures of Dad Mike in front of our new house...#12 is now home! It is a huge place with beautiful hardwood floors for my nails to scratch up. We have a great new landlord named Joanne. Most of our stuff is moved into the new apartment, but for now I am staying at Grandma's house until Dad Eric finishes his job and can move to Boston. I can't wait for our 8 hour car ride together! I can pee at every rest stop from Erie to Massachussetts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115522284073480299?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115522284073480299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115522284073480299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115522284073480299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115522284073480299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-place.html' title='New place!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115400983804813219</id><published>2006-07-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:17:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/heiditrav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/heiditrav.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/dondmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/dondmi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's the day for for an update on So You Think You Can Dance after last night's performances. Now that Dmitry has been kicked off, it's time now to rally for Benji and Heidi, who just happen to be cousins, oddly enough. If you didn't catch Heidi and Travis last week, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9UsYj6rspY&amp;search=sytycd"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9UsYj6rspY&amp;search=sytycd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Paso Doble was awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JB9e_SWSBMY&amp;search=sytycd"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JB9e_SWSBMY&amp;search=sytycd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is so bubbly and seems to be able to do any style you throw at her.&lt;br /&gt;Benji is loopy and as host Cat Deeley said last week, "You can't help but giggle" after his broadway routine. &lt;br /&gt;Here's Benji's solo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfBkk-jIXgY&amp;search=sytycd"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfBkk-jIXgY&amp;search=sytycd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the silly Zombie, Thriller-esque opener to last week's show featuring the whole troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg0Ajaad9_4&amp;search=sytycd"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg0Ajaad9_4&amp;search=sytycd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't get any better than this in guilty pleasures, my friend...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: eliminations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115400983804813219?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115400983804813219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115400983804813219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115400983804813219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115400983804813219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-8.html' title='Final 8!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115349254441636312</id><published>2006-07-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:35:44.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Like a Tall White Russian Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/dmitry-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/dmitry-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/dmitry-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/dmitry-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I tell you last post about voting?? People who regularly read this blog only have themselves to blame. Last night Dmitry had the lowest number of phone-in votes on Fox's So you Think You Can Dance show, which means he was kicked off. Look at the pictures above, America, and see what you'll be missing in the upcoming weeks. You did this to yourself. For shame, the Red Scare should be over by now! Dmitry is not about communism, but peace, love, and shirtless dancing. Oh, well, the competition is still very exciting, I'm now rooting for Benji and Heidi. I'll be blogging about the competition as it goes through its final stages in the upcoming weeks. As they get down to the best of the best, each cut is going to be deeply tragic! Check out Benji's solo performance from the other night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfBkk-jIXgY&amp;search=sytycd"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfBkk-jIXgY&amp;search=sytycd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115349254441636312?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115349254441636312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115349254441636312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115349254441636312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115349254441636312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/id-like-tall-white-russian-please.html' title='I&apos;d Like a Tall White Russian Please...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115332038744457672</id><published>2006-07-19T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:46:27.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen? We can only hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/sytucd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/sytucd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/contestants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/contestants.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s guilty pleasure number two. Even better than Hell’s Kitchen, if only for the “fierce” competition…Fox’s So You Think You Can Dance! And it’s on tonight! Don’t miss it! Contestants are weeded down every week (like all reality shows) until we get to “America’s Favorite Dancer”! (And really, who among us would not like that title?? I know I sure would. Imagine what an instant conversation starter that would be… “Hi, I’m Frida, a fabulous princess. Oh, and by the way, I am America’s Favorite Dancer. Yeah, really, no shit. They voted for me by phone by the millions.”) Each week, lithe dancers pull out a “dancing style” from a hat and have to learn a routine in that style each week. And now starting tonight, you can vote by phone (as usual), but this time vote for individual dancers instead of by couples. Now if you are still reading this drivel, you are obligated to vote for Dmitry! He has been in the bottom of the barrel almost every week (mostly because his partners have been so god-awful! and the poor girls always get voted off--he is like the kiss of death to a dancing partner!). Yet he is so dreamy and hunky and moves softly and gently like he is gently stepping on bunnies! (But he can also rock the house with his hip-hop performances--last week was 80s pop!) He perhaps has been surviving on his light-up-the-room smile and sculpted abs (which he is smart enough to display each week, with open-shirted routines). Yet, as a dancer, he’s no slouch! He’s got ballet or ballroom skills or something like that. The judges seem to like him enough to keep him on each week. And so should you! Watch and get on the phone! Our best Russian import needs your support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115332038744457672?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115332038744457672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115332038744457672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115332038744457672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115332038744457672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/dancing-queen-we-can-only-hope.html' title='Dancing Queen? We can only hope...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115325005341010382</id><published>2006-07-18T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:14:13.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War is Hell, and So's This Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/HK2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/HK2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing...if you watch the last episode real closely you'll see my cameo. I got to clean up after the red team. Drop that lamb, baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115325005341010382?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115325005341010382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115325005341010382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115325005341010382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115325005341010382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/war-is-hell-and-sos-this-kitchen.html' title='War is Hell, and So&apos;s This Kitchen'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115324869217324391</id><published>2006-07-18T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T11:54:29.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't stand the hell, get outta the kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/HK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/HK.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well here now is one of my favorite summer reality show guilty pleasures. Fox's Hell's Kitchen with Gordon Ramsey. Watch just ONE episode and I guarantee you, you won't be able to contain yourself from repeating such phrases as "Where's the f*&amp;#ing risoto?" or "You're cooking like a f*&amp;$ing donkey!" or last week's "You all have paletes like the backside of a cow!" Highly entertaining. Highly reccomended. They are down to the final 5 after last night's episode and things are gonna get catty, my friends. At stakes is their own posh Las Vegas restaurant from Chef Ramsey. If you missed it last night, watch next Monday; there should be a recap of the previous episode and then the all-new, see who gets humiliated and broken down by Ramsey's relentless verbal browbeating. And really, didn't Elanor Roosevelt say something like "You can't let someone verbally abuse you without your consent?" (You bet they signed the forms.) Well, it was something like that. &lt;br /&gt;Next up, tomorrow: My OTHER favorite summer reality show guilty pleasure...and it's on FOX too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115324869217324391?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115324869217324391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115324869217324391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115324869217324391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115324869217324391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-cant-stand-hell-get-outta.html' title='If you can&apos;t stand the hell, get outta the kitchen'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115279498601784772</id><published>2006-07-13T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T05:49:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You little Flickr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/photostream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/photostream.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you haven't been browsing around the photo-sharing website Flickr (which was recently bought by Yahoo!), then what are you waiting for? Sign up for a free acount and start your own digital photostream. Hey, it's better than that old shoebox that you've been keeping those vacation snaps in. The pic above is my Dad's Flickr page...check it out. His screenname is ericgrigs and here is a link to his stuff: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74302236@N00/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/74302236@N00/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There's a bunch of pics of me in a separate album if you're interested. Happy browsing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115279498601784772?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115279498601784772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115279498601784772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115279498601784772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115279498601784772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-little-flickr.html' title='You little Flickr'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115270708826555932</id><published>2006-07-12T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:24:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Head-butt heard around the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/zidane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/zidane.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody see this on Suday?? We were watching the World Cup Finals with some friends and this was possibly the most exciting part of the whole game! Everyone's all abuzz with "What did the one dude say to the other dude that made him so mad he wanted to ram his head into the guy's chest?" Soccer hooligans are the best, I tell you. I'm surprised there weren't riots! Watch the video here if you haven't seen it and weigh in on Zidane's technique...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1i_l0OeeMc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1i_l0OeeMc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115270708826555932?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115270708826555932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115270708826555932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115270708826555932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115270708826555932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/head-butt-heard-around-world.html' title='The Head-butt heard around the world'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115167464802948482</id><published>2006-06-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:37:28.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Downloads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ipod.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've been thinking of downloading new tracks to your iPod...here's some suggestions of new music I've added to my library that are definitely worth checking out:&lt;br /&gt;Under the Influence of Giants, "Mama's Room"&lt;br /&gt;Office, "Wound Up"&lt;br /&gt;Paul Oakenfold (f. Brittany Murphy...yes that Brittany Murphy!), "Faster Kill Pussycat"&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Wonder, "If Your Love Cannot Be Moved"&lt;br /&gt;George Michael, "An Easier Affair"&lt;br /&gt;Keane, "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore"&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Doll, "Waiting"&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks, "Easy Silence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these aren't especially "new", just stuff I've stumbled across and love. Share with your friends and spread the fun around. Now it's time to go out and buy the new India Arie CD...Have a great holiday weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115167464802948482?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115167464802948482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115167464802948482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115167464802948482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115167464802948482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-downloads.html' title='Music Downloads!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115158142784908744</id><published>2006-06-29T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T04:43:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you calling NELLY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/fidafurtado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/fidafurtado.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third great music item I snagged last week was the new Nelly Furtado CD, "Loose." It's Fabulous! And I don't use the F word lightly! Of course you've already heard the siungle burning up the charts "Promiscuous" with Timbaland (She even performed it with him on Fox's So you Think You Can Dance!) I can't stop listening to "Maneater." Other great tracks: "Afraid", "Showtime", "Say It Right". Make sure you download "Undercover" which is on the iTunes version as an exclusive track. Last thought: The record label has really hussied (hussified?) up Nelly though. She used to play all her own instruments and shit like that. Now, her contract requires her to bare her navel and always look seductive while singing--it's right there in the album title, for gosh sakes!! We still love Nelly anyway, especially cause the music is so slammin'. Go get it now. More tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115158142784908744?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115158142784908744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115158142784908744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115158142784908744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115158142784908744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-are-you-calling-nelly.html' title='Who are you calling NELLY?'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115149596994805347</id><published>2006-06-28T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T04:59:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip the Station, Change the Channel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Madonnaandfrida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/Madonnaandfrida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Going to Tell You a Secret" about the next CD of new music I picked up this past week...actually it's a CD AND a DVD! How fun is that? It's a documentary of Madonna's Re-Invention Tour from a year or two ago, the tour my Dads saw in Boston! The DVD has the documentary by Jonas Akerlund which has concert clips and behind the scenes footage. The music CD has a bunch of live tracks from various performances. Highlights: Madonna before the show talking to her dancers: "I'm not going to get pissed off at businessmen playing with their Blackberries during the show or people leaving to get a hot dog whenever I sing a ballad. Just f--k them and their hot dogs." Ah, as much as you can put the Kabbalah in Maddie, you can't take the bitchy fun out of Maddie. I don't know what that means, but you must see how her dancers tear the roof off the joint in "Hollywood"! On a side note: The Dads and I would love to catch her new show in Boston again this year, but we need to know: What is the deal with the purple leotards all the time?? Is Olivia Newton-John her understudy for some performances? More music stuff tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115149596994805347?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115149596994805347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115149596994805347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115149596994805347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115149596994805347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/trip-station-change-channel.html' title='Trip the Station, Change the Channel'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115141013962638082</id><published>2006-06-27T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:09:36.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Bloody Pet Shop Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/petshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/petshop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been a good week for music, so I thought I'd share some new stuff that I'm listening to on my iPod (Frida's playlist!)...&lt;br /&gt;First up, the "gay U2", the Pet Shop Boys have released a new album "Fundamental" (and a bonus disc "Fundamentalism") which has some stellar tracks. Not as complete all the way through the album as their previous works, but check out "Minimal," the "Fugitive" and "Flamboyant" mixes, even the duet with Elton John "In Private", but for sure check out "I'm with Stupid" which becomes exponentially funnier when you realize the double meaning of the lyrics having to do with Tony Blair's weirdo relationship with GW Bush. And for lyrics of the year award, download right now "The Sodom and Gommorah Show" which boasts: "Sun, Sex, Sin, Divine Intervention, Death and Destruction/The Sodom and Gommorah Show is a once in a lifetime production." So over the top, I love it. What are you still reading this for? It's on the Hype Machine, for gosh sakes! Go get it now!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll write more on the other discs of new music I've snapped up this past week! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115141013962638082?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115141013962638082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115141013962638082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115141013962638082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115141013962638082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-bloody-pet-shop-boys.html' title='It&apos;s the Bloody Pet Shop Boys!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115098328824947393</id><published>2006-06-22T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T06:34:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought Bush was Against Gay People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/bearhugbush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/bearhugbush.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of GW caught in the act of a steamy hug in public with a graduating midshpman from the Merchant Marine Academy...I heard he really enjoyed it. When James Dobson from Focus on the Family hears about this, his head is gonna explode!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115098328824947393?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115098328824947393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115098328824947393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115098328824947393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115098328824947393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-i-thought-bush-was-against-gay.html' title='And I thought Bush was Against Gay People...'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115080542471012566</id><published>2006-06-20T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T05:10:24.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Pug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/spiderpug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/spiderpug.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spider Pug, Spider Pug"...wasn't there a cartoon song about this? Oh wait, that was Spider-MAN. This was forwarded to my email (yes this 21st century princess is connected!) with the title "why dogs attack their owners." Now you might be thinking, "Frida, I've seen pics of your dads dressing you up in sweaters, coats, and sundresses." Yes, they like to make me look smashing depending on the weather and occasion, but I don't think they've ever crossed the line into halloween costumes. (But never say never.) oy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115080542471012566?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115080542471012566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115080542471012566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115080542471012566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115080542471012566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/spider-pug.html' title='Spider Pug'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115048456931964426</id><published>2006-06-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:02:49.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Websites as Graphs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Webgraph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/Webgraph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I caught onto this from Mag's blog (&lt;a href="http://www.mags25.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mags25.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;), aka "You forgot Poland." It's a pretty nifty site (Websites as Graphs) at &lt;a href="http://www.aharef.info/static/htmlgraph/"&gt;http://www.aharef.info/static/htmlgraph/&lt;/a&gt; that allows you to type in any URL and viola!: it shows it as a pretty graph! I did it with mine as you can see the reults! It really got me thinking how everything really IS connected. The Circle of Life. The Food Chain. Global Warming. You know, all that good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115048456931964426?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115048456931964426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115048456931964426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115048456931964426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115048456931964426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/websites-as-graphs.html' title='Websites as Graphs!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115031518504962799</id><published>2006-06-14T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:02:32.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Flag Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Fridaflag.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/Fridaflag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is a holiday...FLAG DAY! And as a reminder (which I'm sure you all have forgotten and become complacent), there is still a REVOLUTION going on. Viva la Frida! And of course, the revolution will not be televised--it'll be blogged. And since it is Flag Day, here is a pic of the new flag I've designed to stir everyone to blind patriotism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked: "Frida, what is the best way to celebrate Flag Day?" I am here to serve you with the answers to your burning questions with Dear Abby flair and style. Here, now, is a list of potential Flag Day activities for all good Patriots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wire-tap the phone of someone you love and then turn over the details of their internet browsing activities to the government for "processing."&lt;br /&gt;2. Torture your brothers and sisters. (Extra Patriot points for "waterboarding"!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Drive aimlessly in your brand new Hummer so that you waste precious resources and destroy the environment...wait a minute, "the environment" is just some concocted liberal fiction from a hollywood movie called "An Inconvenient Truth" by some cry-baby election loser! &lt;br /&gt;4. Go down to your local park on a nice sunny day and play a game called "Keep Away" as in, "Keep Marriage Away from the Gay People." It's like cooties; your marriage will crumble in divorce if they get anywhere near it. Way more dangerous than those FAKE scares like avian flu.&lt;br /&gt;5. Invade a country, destroy its infrastructure, destablize its economy, kill its civilians and then blame it on the "insurgents" for the mess! Make sure you bring your flag though so the people know who the liberators are!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Sing the national anthem...but in English gaddam it! And only on your 10 minute break from picking in the fields.&lt;br /&gt;7. Give some no-bid contracts to your friends to boost their millions and then make sure to remind them to take advantage of their tax cuts so they don't lose out! Moral of the story: Always be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;8. Shoot your friend in the face when he does that stupid quail impression. Moral of the story: Help your friends help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;9. Leak the name of a top secret operative to the press and then play the "indictment" game!&lt;br /&gt;10. Blow off your hand with a poorly lit bottle rocket and/or other firework of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could go on, but really, I'm sure you have your own Flag Day traditions...&lt;br /&gt;Viva America! Viva la Frida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115031518504962799?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115031518504962799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115031518504962799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115031518504962799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115031518504962799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-flag-day.html' title='Happy Flag Day'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-115021105451757818</id><published>2006-06-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:04:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Rushmore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/MtRushmoreweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/MtRushmoreweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all! In honor of the American Holiday of Flag Day coming up tomorrow, I thought I'd ask my dear readers what exciting things they do to celebrate it each year. What family traditions do you participate in for Flag Day? Maybe you change the window decal or magnet of the flag that's on your truck because it's looking a little faded from the sun. Maybe you re-enact scenes from Betsy Ross's life story, especially that sewing incident. Or perhaps you and your family huddle around the computer and try to re-design how to mathematically fit in an extra star into the blue box in case Puerto Rico would ever be recognized as a state. All very nice traditions. In honor of such swelling examples of patriotism, I'm posting a pic of one of our national treasures: Mt. Rushmore, featuring our finest Presidents. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-115021105451757818?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115021105451757818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=115021105451757818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115021105451757818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/115021105451757818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/mount-rushmore.html' title='Mount Rushmore'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114961520174590967</id><published>2006-06-06T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:48:06.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Teaching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/stopteaching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/stopteaching.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my dad hasn't started protesting the National Education Association or begun advocating home schooling (which is the real definition of stopping teaching I think), but in fact his sign read "STOP TEACHING HATE!" while he was interviewed by Channel 35 news about the protest he and I were participating in outside of Senator "My Family is More Christian than Yours" Santorum's office. We (and I say we because it was my first protest with my Dad...in fact, first protest ever!) got lots of supportive waves and honks (and fingers! I wonder what that means? But they were smiling! So it must be a good sign!). I don't think many people support the Federal Marriage Ammendment anyway (at least I hope they don't), which should really be renamed "Let's Keep Benefits to Us Straights" or "Why Gay People Threaten the Health of My Marriage More than Things Like Divorce or Adultery" or even "Wasting Your Tax Dollars and Representatives Time on Things that Will Not End Civilization as We Know it Unlike Global Warming"...any of these would do a better job at telling people what the bills is REALLY about. So if you are intrigued to find out more on this divisive issue...check out our good friend Greg's blog where you can see a video clip of my famous Dad! YAY, DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gregunderwater.com/gregunderwater/2006/06/marriage_amendm.html"&gt;http://www.gregunderwater.com/gregunderwater/2006/06/marriage_amendm.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114961520174590967?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114961520174590967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114961520174590967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114961520174590967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114961520174590967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/stop-teaching.html' title='Stop Teaching!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114908678577033070</id><published>2006-05-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:46:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/dressweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/dressweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an old pic of me in my Sunday Best Dress. I know I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here for a post, but it's a Wednesday and I've got nothin'...after Memorial Day and our picnic, things haven't been too exciting. It's been crazy hot lately and we don't have any air conditioning in the new house, so yesterday dad went and bought me a fan at Target. I've also found a reasonably cool spot under the dining room table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114908678577033070?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114908678577033070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114908678577033070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114908678577033070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114908678577033070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/dress-pic.html' title='Dress pic'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114865929846357828</id><published>2006-05-26T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:01:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/UncleSamsHamburgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/UncleSamsHamburgers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of this new poster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114865929846357828?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114865929846357828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114865929846357828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114865929846357828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114865929846357828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Happy Memorial Day Weekend!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114865743979007095</id><published>2006-05-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:30:39.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/stolenkissweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/stolenkissweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone! Here's a pic of Finn stealing a quick kiss. What a naughty boy! And right in front of our parents! Well have a good holiday weekend and after memorial day I'll come up with something new and dazzling for you to read and see. Enjoy your cookouts! I have a feeling I'm going to be spoiled with hamburgers...yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114865743979007095?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114865743979007095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114865743979007095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114865743979007095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114865743979007095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/stolen-kisses.html' title='Stolen Kisses'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114849242627845522</id><published>2006-05-24T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:40:26.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Anita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/anita%26fridaweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/anita%26fridaweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another shot from the backyard dinner. I just met Anita that night and she's great. My parents decided that since she's got lots of moms in her family she can teach me about girl stuff and since there's a lot of Dads in my family, they can teach Finn about boy stuff as we grow up. As you can see by the long tongue that I had just finished running around the yard like bananas chasing Finn. Good thing the water bowl wasn't too far away. Summer rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114849242627845522?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114849242627845522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114849242627845522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114849242627845522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114849242627845522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/aunt-anita.html' title='Aunt Anita'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114830143371218006</id><published>2006-05-22T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T05:37:13.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousin Finny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/finnweb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/finnweb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually he's not really my cousin...I just thought that would be a good title for this post. Finn is a Boston Terrier boy that Anita adopted from the Humane Society a few weeks ago and we finally got to have a play date in my backyard last week over dinner. Isn't he adorable? And he's got oodles of energy. He's tough to keep up with! I'll post more pics of our adventures this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114830143371218006?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114830143371218006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114830143371218006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114830143371218006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114830143371218006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-cousin-finny.html' title='My Cousin Finny'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114804551828034769</id><published>2006-05-19T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T06:31:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite The Last Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/notdavincislastsupperweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/notdavincislastsupperweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I hope it's not the last supper literally, because I want Finn to come back and play more in the future...But in honor of The Da Vinci code movie opening today, I thought I'd post this pic of our outdoor backyard dinner picnic that reminds me of Leonardo's Last Supper painting...from left to right is Anita, Finn, me, and Dad. The only person who is missing is Dad Eric who took the picture. The parents had soup and wine and appetizers and the kids got rawhide bones. Life is good. Summer is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114804551828034769?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114804551828034769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114804551828034769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114804551828034769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114804551828034769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-quite-last-supper.html' title='Not Quite The Last Supper'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114797791647676573</id><published>2006-05-18T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:45:16.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Backyard Shots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/IMG_0887duotoneweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/IMG_0887duotoneweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start posting new pictures that Dad Eric took last night. Anita came over for dinner and a play date with my new friend Finn! He's Boston Terrier and you all know how I love the Boston boys...anyway, we'll start out with a schmaltzy, oh-so-cute-portrait of me and Dad Mike. See you tomorrow for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114797791647676573?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114797791647676573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114797791647676573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114797791647676573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114797791647676573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-backyard-shots.html' title='New Backyard Shots!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114770971581994946</id><published>2006-05-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:15:15.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Disco Fashion Frida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/discodog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/discodog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is working on setting up an art exhibit this month that has to do with paper dolls. Well obviously things have gone to his head because look at this insanity! I've always wondered what it would be like to be a disco dog straight out of the 70s. Well, enjoy the gobs of bright polyester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114770971581994946?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114770971581994946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114770971581994946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114770971581994946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114770971581994946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/mens-disco-fashion-frida.html' title='Men&apos;s Disco Fashion Frida'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114685786738629752</id><published>2006-05-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:37:47.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cinco de Mayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/140317261_da484c7a08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/140317261_da484c7a08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in honor of the holiday, a message from our President GW: "Happy 5th of May, but for crissakes, just don't sing the national anthem in Spanish!! That is all." Hey, can we compromise and can we sing it in Spanglish? Because sometimes that's what is sounds like coming out of some people when they TRY to sing it in English at baseball games and whatnot anyway. But what do I know? I'm just a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114685786738629752?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114685786738629752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114685786738629752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114685786738629752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114685786738629752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Happy Cinco de Mayo!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114677113005778363</id><published>2006-05-04T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:32:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Author's Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/Cow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Cow, one of Augusten Burrough's dogs. And if you can't see the caption it says, "Cow, wondering if the camera contains meat." Just had to share. Now, go get one of Augusten's books and read it if you haven't done so already. There's even a new one called "Possible Side Effects" out just this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114677113005778363?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114677113005778363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114677113005778363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114677113005778363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114677113005778363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/famous-authors-dog.html' title='Famous Author&apos;s Dog'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114666592869582008</id><published>2006-05-03T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:18:48.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/fridasmiles.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/fridasmiles.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done this before, but mags tagged me a while back and I didn't even see it. I think what I'm supposed to do is fill out this little alphabetical questionnaire type form. Well let's get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accent: Northwestern PA pug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booze: Bowl water (on the rocks if it’s a hot day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore I Hate: Cleaning up the fuzzles all over the floor from the chew toys I have ripped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog or Cat: Both. And squirrels. I love squirrels. Oh, and birds. And bunnies. Basically anything that moves and has fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential Electronics: iPod for Dad when he walks me. Does a car count as an electronic? I like rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cologne: Tommy when Dad Mike wears it and Bath &amp; Body Works Cotton Blossom or CK Be when Dad Eric wears it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: Bronze! Celebrate your inner mediocrity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Chatauqua, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia: Not really, I take lots of naps. Sleeping is my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Title: World-renown princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: I wish! I’ve had some corrective surgery that unfortunately can’t be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Arrangements: Apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Admirable Traits: Adorableness. Rambunctiousness. Wet kisses. Soft fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Sexual Partners: Hey, I’m a lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays: None, but I had a scary overnight vet boarding stay once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobias: Mysterious knocks on the door. Mailmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: “Those who are willing to trade security for freedom deserve neither.” –Hugo Chavez (Wait, maybe he didn’t say that…but he should have. Viva la revolucion!) or “Living in a material world and I am a Material Girl.” –Madonna, or “Frida, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, and take daily runs in the park shirtless and sweaty.” –Jake Gyllenhaal. (okay, that might have been made up too. But a girl can dream…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Zen Buddhist (trying anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: Probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I Wake Up: When does Dad get up, one second after that….maybe even before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual Talent or Skill: Running at top speed and bouncing off of furniture like a yugolavian gymnast’s floor routine in pursuit of a squeaky toy or just running at top speed for the hell of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I Love: Carrots, brussel sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit: Silent dog farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Rays: Nope, but plenty of vet appointments for vaccinations and heartworm medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Foods I Make: Eukanuba pellets with a rich country gravvy sauce and a side of beef super supper, finished with a light, crunchy bacon and cheese flavored biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Capricorn, Year of the Dog maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114666592869582008?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114666592869582008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114666592869582008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114666592869582008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114666592869582008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114666269365000886</id><published>2006-05-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T06:24:53.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/yardweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/yardweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is getting to be real gravvy...it was in the 70s yesterday! Dad took me out in the yard for a while. I even got a peanut butter cookie to munch on. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114666269365000886?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114666269365000886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114666269365000886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114666269365000886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114666269365000886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has sprung'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114659634898066035</id><published>2006-05-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:59:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/71173022_374490de0b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/71173022_374490de0b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/sniffinflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/sniffinflower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new friend named Chi-Chi Chi that I found online. I wonder if we were separated at birth? Our ears are identical! If I get around to it I will post some more pics later. But this one I thought was so cute of Chi Chi stopping to smell the flowers. On a related note, I may have a new play friend. My Dad's friend Anita is going to be a new mom again. She's bringing home a Boston boy named Finn. I can't wait to meet him. I'll get Dad to take some pics and post them as soon as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114659634898066035?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114659634898066035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114659634898066035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114659634898066035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114659634898066035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-new-friend-named-chi-chi-chi.html' title=''/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114487019965613780</id><published>2006-04-12T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:29:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/dog%20dancin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/dog%20dancin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shameless display of affection and smothering love from my Dad. He likes to dance around the house to satellite radio and assorted commercial jingles with me. I probably won't get to post much over the holiday weekend; it should be very busy with lots of family time, which is a good thing. It should be great to spend five vacation days with the dads. I like it when they are home during the daytime, which is just usually boring sleep/nap time until they get home from work. Hope you all have a good weekend! Leave me a comment and send me some love to come back to on Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114487019965613780?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114487019965613780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114487019965613780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114487019965613780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114487019965613780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/04/dancin.html' title='Dancin&apos;'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114477260949435920</id><published>2006-04-11T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:23:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chewin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/wIMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/wIMG_0301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me chewin' away at some sort of hoof or leftover hickory smoked animal part. I don't know what it is, all I know is it's TASTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114477260949435920?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114477260949435920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114477260949435920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114477260949435920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114477260949435920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-chewin.html' title='Just Chewin&apos;'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114442584655326584</id><published>2006-04-07T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:04:06.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Fun Week Comes to a Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb3football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb3football.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this will be my last post this week about the exciting Sunday yard adventure. But lucky me, the snow from this week has all melted! Although it is still rainy now, I'm sure we will have some more sunny days soon. In any case, here's a shot of me with my football toy. It is one of my favorites to chase. It's plush and has got a squaker in it and I've had it forever! I think from last year's super bowl!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have a good weekend! See you next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114442584655326584?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114442584655326584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114442584655326584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114442584655326584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114442584655326584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/04/yard-fun-week-comes-to-close.html' title='Yard Fun Week Comes to a Close'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114424274474199316</id><published>2006-04-05T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T06:12:24.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 Backyard fun posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again, this is the third day of posting pics this week on my Sunday backyard fun adventure with Dad. Here is another shot of us resting at the table. I was so tired from running around, Dad's camera captured a big YAWN! Sometimes it's just so exhausting to be such a bouncy dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114424274474199316?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114424274474199316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114424274474199316' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114424274474199316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114424274474199316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-3-backyard-fun-posting.html' title='Day 3 Backyard fun posting'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114416704812014166</id><published>2006-04-04T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:10:48.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb3chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb3chair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me again outside taking a slight rest from wild running around the yard, at the backyard picnic table. But I am ever alert to make sure the squirrels do not slip by me unnoticed, because I will chase them fast. I heard on the weather that it might snow today! What is up with that? I want more warm, outside days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114416704812014166?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114416704812014166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114416704812014166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114416704812014166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114416704812014166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/04/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114407505972194496</id><published>2006-04-03T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T07:37:39.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Sunshine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/ERIC%26Fridabackyardweb1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend had some sunny parts to it so Dad Eric took me outside on Sunday to romp in my fenced in backyard. I haven't gotten to play in it much because by the time we moved in the weather was getting bad and turned rainy and snowy. I got to chase a bouncy ball and toss my sqeaky plush football around and run wild in circles. Here's a shot of us relaxin' at the picnic table. I'll post exciting shots from my outdoor adventure all this week. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114407505972194496?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114407505972194496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114407505972194496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114407505972194496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114407505972194496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/04/backyard-sunshine-day.html' title='Backyard Sunshine Day'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114346701227318631</id><published>2006-03-27T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T05:43:32.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Fridabedweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/Fridabedweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an old picture of me on the bed at our old apartment. I don't think I posted this one before, but I tought it was a pretty good portrait of me so I figured I'd send it out there. In the background is a painting portrait of Dad Mike that Dad Eric painted. It's got him and his two collies (who are now living with grandpa and grandma in Florida) in it. I sure would like to meet those big horse dogs someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old bed I'm sitting on there was so high that I had to use a wooden cedar chest at the foot of the board to springboard myself onto it to get up there. Now the bedframe at the new house is lower and I can just take a running leap. They let me sleep at the foot of the bed now instead of the couch. Dads can be such pushovers! haha. I just give them the sad eyes and I can get anything I want! Can you blame me? What girl doesn't use her charms to her advantage...but remember I'm a lady (and a princess) so I only use my powers of adorableness for good and not evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114346701227318631?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114346701227318631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114346701227318631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114346701227318631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114346701227318631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114322963428564314</id><published>2006-03-24T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:47:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/boston2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/boston2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the Boston boy I'd like to date, but I don't think my Dads would allow it. I'd like to put him in my shopping basket the next time we go to Petsmart. Isn't he cute and dreamy? But I'm only 3 and they say I'm too young to go out with boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted much this week; I've been busy. You know how the life of a fabulous princess can get hectic. I will try to post more regularly next week. If the weather is warmer outside this weekend, I'd like to get my Dad to take some new pictures to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114322963428564314?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114322963428564314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114322963428564314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114322963428564314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114322963428564314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114262503353833372</id><published>2006-03-17T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:50:33.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Frida%20with%20bone%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/Frida%20with%20bone%20web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick hello to say have a good weekend everybody! Doggie kisses from me to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114262503353833372?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114262503353833372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114262503353833372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114262503353833372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114262503353833372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114252812674049221</id><published>2006-03-16T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:55:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Bone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/Frida%20with%20bone%202%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/Frida%20with%20bone%202%20web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought me a yummy basted bone the other day and I devoured it quickly. I can get pretty protective of my food when I get a treat for a snack. If you try to take it from me I'll growl a bit, but just for play. Note to Dads: Basted bones--keep 'em coming. Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114252812674049221?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114252812674049221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114252812674049221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114252812674049221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114252812674049221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/yummy-bone.html' title='Yummy Bone!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114200671959894577</id><published>2006-03-10T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:05:19.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/FridaLouKahlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/FridaLouKahlo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By popular demand, here is a new picture of me dressed up as my namesake, Frida Kahlo, a truly amazing and inspiring woman. Enjoy and have a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114200671959894577?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114200671959894577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114200671959894577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114200671959894577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114200671959894577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/frida-2.html' title='Frida #2'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114174016114164918</id><published>2006-03-07T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T06:02:46.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy McDreamy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/boston%20boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/boston%20boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this dreamy boy I found! Pssst...Don't tell my dads that I've been chatting online during the day to pass the time while they are at work. This is a webcam shot of a boy I met online. Maybe we'll get a chance to meet up someday. I'll have to write more later about other interesting things I've been up to, thoughts on Oscar gowns, how I am obsessed with deal or no deal, and other things...later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114174016114164918?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114174016114164918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114174016114164918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114174016114164918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114174016114164918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/doggy-mcdreamy.html' title='Doggy McDreamy!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114122235338063812</id><published>2006-03-01T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:12:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/51720663_64525e09e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/320/51720663_64525e09e2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year, when a young girl's heart starts to fancy ideas of love...yeah, this may be a little late for valentine's day, but oh well. Here's a pic I found on the net of a dreamy guy named Jarvis. I think I'm in love with him. I may have to put a poster of him on my wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114122235338063812?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114122235338063812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114122235338063812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114122235338063812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114122235338063812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/boys.html' title='Boys!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114078778990442388</id><published>2006-02-24T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T05:29:49.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/cactus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if many of you have heard about this. There have been articles in the LA Times and other prominent newspapers and magazines. But this is about the burgeoning niche of collectible designer toys. Artists design these little toys that have no real connection to licensing or franchises (a la "zipline batman action figures" etc), but are purely created for esthetic value. People are snapping them up and many go for insane amounts on secondary markets like ebay. Anyway, the point of all of this is that I found one of them that looks like me dressed up as a cactus. (It's even got the tooth in the front!!) Yeah, I don't get it either. But I must say, I do make a pretty damn fine cactus, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114078778990442388?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114078778990442388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114078778990442388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114078778990442388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114078778990442388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/02/designer-toy.html' title='Designer Toy'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114054292671977323</id><published>2006-02-21T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:28:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/WEBduo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/WEBduo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically because of a lack of material or a lack of motivation to post this week, I don't know which, but that is why you get more napping shots today. But then again, can the world ever have enough napping photos? Perhaps I am on to something here. The world would probably be a much more peaceful place if we all took the time to nap more frequently. We'd be healthier, less stressed, less cranky to one another...following that to it's logical conclusion it would mean less wars. I bet Dick Cheney hasn't napped in ages! More naps might mean less shooting your friends in the face. (Wow, that turned political quickly, for some reason...Dad's passion for the activism clearly must be rubbing off on me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114054292671977323?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114054292671977323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114054292671977323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114054292671977323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114054292671977323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/02/naps-again.html' title='Naps, again'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-114010603108921950</id><published>2006-02-16T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:07:11.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarf Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/fridascarfweb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/fridascarfweb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Dad thought it was going to be cold outside for our walk last night so he put his scarf on me. Does anyone else think this is funny??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-114010603108921950?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114010603108921950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=114010603108921950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114010603108921950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/114010603108921950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/02/scarf-shenanigans.html' title='Scarf Shenanigans'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-113993001602388490</id><published>2006-02-14T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:13:36.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/WEB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/WEB2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle with the one you love today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-113993001602388490?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113993001602388490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=113993001602388490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/113993001602388490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/113993001602388490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18355463.post-113949274626114426</id><published>2006-02-09T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:45:46.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm innocent, I tell you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/1600/AbramoffFrida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1794/400/AbramoffFrida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the above picture to see what just ran in the paper today! You know how USA Today loves its easy to read news graphics...I don't even know Abramoff! This is undoubtedly a swift-boat scheme again. I was only in Washington to meet with Russ Feingold. Honestly! I was never on the White House lawn (ok, maybe just for a minute...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18355463-113949274626114426?l=fridalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113949274626114426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18355463&amp;postID=113949274626114426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/113949274626114426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18355463/posts/default/113949274626114426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridalicious.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-innocent-i-tell-you.html' title='I&apos;m innocent, I tell you!!'/><author><name>Frida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522865981436926158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/116/310249097_859023b513_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
