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    <title>The Fraser Times</title>
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      <title>A PNN Broadcast by: Juanita Fraser</title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 17:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
    <description>A PNN Broadcast by: Juanita Fraser</description>
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      <title>Update</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/53361-update</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Jessie Rempel (my mom) is back at home, the doctor sent her home because she was to week for the by pass. They gave her some heart medicine and put her on the nitro patch, she still needs four surgeries, but they will not do any until she is strong enough. For now she is on two types of dialysis. Most people are on only one type of dialysis. My mom is what they call a rare case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;One type is called peritoneal and the other one is called hemo. The hemo goes into two tubes that are in her neck and the other one is a liquid that my mom puts in a tube that is in her lower abdomen. The liquid fill the cavity of the bowel, she has to have a machine that puts the liquid in at nights, then it drains the liquid, by morning my mom has fresh liquid inside, this works like a kidney. After nine hours she drains the liquid and replaces it with fresh liquid, at bed time she hooks herself up to her machine. The hemo is done one to two times a week at the hospital. That is when she is hooked up to the machine that cleans the blood. Without the two machines my mom would die. The problem with the hemo machine is they have to make new veins after so my times, she needs a kidney to be able to get off the machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt still has not come forward to be tested. Her reason is she is afraid of having surgery. I myself have already talked to my doctor. He told me I could not give a kidney because my kidneys bleed. If my mom has someone willing to give her a kidney, she would not have to go through all this. Her body is shutting down, everyday my rage grows stronger because my aunt could at least be tested. She is my mom&#8217;s only hope right now. The list for a kidney if you do not have someone is five to ten years waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent out e-mails to friends, and strangers, looking for someone who is willing to give a kidney. I have had no luck yet. The people in my family who are willing to be tested have been denied, do to medical problems or because they are to young. There are Some of the family member that could be tested they just will not be tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who would help my mom but can not. One my dad but he has heart problems. My husband has been on prednisone for over 15 years. My daughter I would never ask because she has kidney problems and is only 13 years old. My cousen Anny from my uncle side has been having medical problems. So she was told that she was out too. Even my grandmother has asked but she is 80 years old and not very healthy. These people I would like to thank for at least trying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 17:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Samantha's Art work</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/49953-samantha-s-art-work</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our daughter Samantha&#8217;s latest artwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 18:48:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 18:48:00 GMT</guid>
      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Blooper</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/48768-blooper</link>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:35:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:35:53 GMT</guid>
      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>My Interview blooper</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/48730-my-interview-blooper</link>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 07:03:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 07:03:24 GMT</guid>
      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Jessie Rempel's Interview</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/48540-jessie-rempel-s-interview</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; color=&quot;#FF0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just as I promised. Here is Jessie Rempel. She is my mom. The story betrayer is about her, and this video is her plea for a kidney.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 16:07:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 16:07:32 GMT</guid>
      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Our daughters art work</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/48422-our-daughters-art-work</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Here is a short video of my daughter's art work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 17:19:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Give me a break</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/44265-give-me-a-break</link>
      <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First it was Barbie now it is the brat dolls. Why would children hit them selves in the head so their heads would get bigger. That is pretty sad. I have taken some parenting wisely courses. If a child feels good about themselves they would not do these things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Children who do these things must have a lot of problems. I think one problem is they are tiring to be something they are not. Now a days both parents have to work just to keep food on the table and a roof over their family&#8217;s heads. There is more and more people who miss watching there children grow up. Before my husband went on disability we where both working. We had a daughter in daycare where she ended up being mistreated. We decided that we would talk to our bosses and tell them that we would work on different shifts. That way there was always one of us at home with our daughter. That went on for almost two years. It became too much because one of us would always be with out sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided that I would become a stay at home mother. We had to give up a lot of stuff. My husband felt bad so he started working 4 shifts in a row. When he did have a day off he slept most of the time. Because he had to work so much his skin disease got worse, and he ended up having to give up his full time job and get a part time job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We could not keep up with the bills so my husband went to disability for help. It took over a year to get disability. To this day we have to pinch our money. My husband still works part time but he can only take so much home a month. Life is not easy. We make it work. Our biggest thing is we always make sure our daughter gets all the love we can give her and we always tell her how she is a blessing to us. She doesn&#8217;t need to be some one she is not. She knows and has always know that she is a special person in her own way. More parents need to let their children know that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a few words a day of praise helps. We do not have TV we have a computer as well as a PlayStation that we can play games with our daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it is hard when it comes to money and bills. Do to the cost of living now a days. Like I said there are things you can do to bring your child&#8217;s self-esteem up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#8217;m no where close to being a perfect mother. Some times I will be doing something and not spend the time with my daughter. I always try to make up for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here&#8217;s is some things you can do. They told me in parenting wisely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Take five minutes a day talk to your child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. See what they are watching on TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Play a game with them. One or Two hours a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Have a family day once a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Put a list of praises on your fridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We should all try to do what we can for our children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By J Fraser&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 04:26:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>How Close The Movies Are To Real Life</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/13180-how-close-the-movies-are-to-real-life</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The other night I was watching a few movies about the environment. Both movies were about climate change and what would happen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The writer of these movies were very good at what they did. I know that the movies are just made up, but when you think about it could happen in real life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The first movie I saw was call &quot;The Day After Tomorrow.&quot; It was about the artic melting and how it effected the weather around the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;These movies are not meant to be horrors, but if you sit down and think about it. It can really be scary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The Other movie I saw was about the Ozone and how it is breaking down. In the movie it talks about a hole in the Ozone and what it is doing to the environment. That also made me think. The second movie was called Countdown The Sky's On Fire. These movies are not new releases.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;We hear every day how the artic is melting the Ozone is thinning. How we have to be careful in the sun. Sometimes I wonder how close are these movies to what is happening in our world. I know that weather is changing every where and I'm not sure we can stop it. We might be able to slow down the effects. And maybe some day reverse it, but for now all we can do is our best to help the environment. Only time will tell.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I hope that my daughter and her children one day will have a future. We must do our best for our children.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;By Juanita Fraser&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 15:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 15:00:00 GMT</guid>
      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Struggles in life</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/12502-struggles-in-life</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My husband and myself have struggled for more years then we can count. At one time my husband had a very good life until his step father went bankrupt. They lost everything almost. Then when he was on his own he worked very hard for every cent he got. He made himself a pretty good life. Then he got sick and could not work those long hours. So he was struggling to keep his head above water. He also ended up with bankrupt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Myself I have always struggled and so have my parents and grandparents. I have tried everything to get out of struggling but I just can't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have written books and people who have seen them, tell me how good of a writer I am. But it is not easy getting published unless you wish to pay. I did how ever have one of my stories put into a book called Today Is A Story. The only problem is that you only get paid twice a year. That is only if the book sells. What I would really like to do is get my unicorn book published, but every one I talk to says that unicorns are not in right now. Never give up your dreams they tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired and frustrated. I just wish things would turn around for us. My husband is on disability and I stay at home so I can take care of our daughter. Everyday we struggle to keep a roof over our head. I have a degree as an animal tech. I had to give it up. I have allergies to a lot of animals and I could not handle putting an animal to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I worked as a Tec I was expected to kill mice and baby mice to feed the lizards. I just could not do it. Another thing is some people come into the vets and tell you they want a perfectly health animals put to sleep, because the animal doesn't go with their decors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was told if someone asked me to do that I would have to. The reason being is if you do not do it the people may find another way to destroy the animal and it would most likely be inhumane. There are so many struggles we go through every day. And at times you feel like just giving up. You don't give you just keep struggling. That is what makes us who we are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Juanita Fraser&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 15:52:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Denmark my mother and grandmothers home land</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/11307-denmark-my-mother-and-grandmothers-home-land</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I have only been to Denmark twice in my life. We stayed in Copenhagen I was there Once when I was five and then again in June of 1995.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to see some of my family in Denmark. I will never forget my trip. My grandmother had bought me a ticket for my birthday. We went there for six weeks. It is a wonderful place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of the town and cities are well over 100 years old. Most of the streets you can only fit one car down. A lot of people do not drive cars unless they are going out of town. Their main transportation is bikes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went and saw my third and fourth cousins. They showed me all around Denmark. I saw the old churches, and a castle, and went to Tivoli. My third cousin Brian and his wife Bridget, took me to a beach house that they had rented for 4 days. There daughter Hanna my forth cousin showed me the night life in Copenhagen. She also introduced me to a few of her friends and her boyfriend Mike. My cousin Brian asked me to stay in Denmark. He said he would help me fine a place and get a job if I stayed. I thanked him and said my parents are in Canada. I would miss my family too much if I stayed in Denmark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I did not know is that the reason my grandmother had brought me to Denmark was to meet a husband, and meet my family. She was trying to get me away from my boyfriend in Canada because, he was abusing me. She had told her cousins' her plan and they were trying to help her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five months after I returned to Canada I left my boyfriend and went into a shelter. In 1999 I got married to a wonderful man who would not hurt a fly. I still talk to my family in Denmark and I never told them that I knew what they were up to. They do however know that I have a wonderful husband who treats me like a queen. I even told them that we would like to start our own worm farm. Brian asked if everything works out that we should call him, he might be able to help us out with our business. He has his own cobble stone business, so he knows how businesses work. I hope to bring my husband and daughter to Denmark some day. That is my dream.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 17:07:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Abuse stop it now</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/10895-abuse-stop-it-now</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;It all started 1988, I was working in the mall with an animals welfare group. well I met a guy who I thought was cute. He had come over to the booth were we had set up. He talked to me for a few minute and said he had to go. He asked me if I would be still at the booth later on that night. I said ya I'm her until the mall closes. He then smiled and said I will see you later. I said Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went for a break. My mom had take over for me. A few minute later I returned. My mom handed me a brown paper bag and, said some guy had left it with her. He had asked my mom to give it to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened it up and inside was a rose bowl with a little card that had his phone number and, a little message that said how about coffee some time. Give me a call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I called him. That was the biggest mistake I ever made. We started dating. My life went to hell not at first he was very nice. the first little while he would bring me gifts every time I saw him. He would meet me for lunch at my school. I was going to Mount Royal Collage taking Job training. I started staying at his house on weekends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's when the abuse started. First it was just a slap and, he would say how sorry he was. He always had a reason why he hit me. He would say I had a bad day at work and to many drinks, but I promises I will not hit you again. being a fool I would say that okay I under stand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The abuse got worse I would sit at home by the phone waiting for his call because, I know if I was not their he would come looking for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started to dress in rags because I was not aloud to wear my suits anymore. Other men might look at me. If I let another man look at me or did not do what he would tell me to he would punch me, and if that didn't work he would slash himself and, tell me it was all my fault. If that didn't work he would throw thing at me or hit me with what ever he could get his hands on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He always made sure no one could see the marks on me. Until one day he started hitting me in the face and left marks. My mom and dad saw the marks and asked me what had happened. I told them. They told me to get rid of him. I still live at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What my parents didn't know was he had threaten to burn their house down with all of us in it. So I did as I was told by him. A few time before he had left the marks on my face he would walk for an hour to get to my parents place to make sure I was at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I move out of my parent house into an apartment. Then I ended up in the hospital. He had taken me to the hospital. At the hospital they asked me if they could call someone. I said yes my parents. That is when I got help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stayed in the hospital for some time. The hospital gave me a false name to make sure I was safe. They mange to get me a consular. I went to court and got a restraining order. He did not dare to break it because his dad worked for the police. And if he broke the order his dad could loss his job. If he broke the order and his dad lost his job because of him he would get the crap kicked out of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I disappeared for 8 month into a women's shelter. The only ones who knew were I was, was my parents. No one else was aloud to know were I was because I had some family who felt that he should know were I was. After eight years of being beaten. I was some were safe. I live in the shelter for almost a year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started my life over. While I had been in the hospital I had met a man who was real cute. We became friends. I told him everything that my X boyfriend did to me. He helped me by making me feel like I was someone. we would meet for coffee and go for walks while I was in the shelter. At nights we would talk on the phone in my apartment. It was a 11 mouths after we had met we started dating. We were married in 1999. He has never hit me or anything like that If anything he is very protective over me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all you women out there who are Abused there is help, and a better life. Do not let the men who abuse you keep doing it get help. Find people who will help you. They are out there. Never say I have a child by him I can't leave. I know women who have left with their children. I was there I know how it feels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;By Juanita Fraser&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 16:40:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Juanita fraser</author>
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      <title>Judge not be Judged</title>
      <link>http://nitafras.pnn.com/articles/show/10112-judge-not-be-judged</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Every&amp;nbsp;where you look, people are being judged by others. I think, no one has that right . I feel that this time of year we should take a good look at ourselves.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you believe in God like I do. It makes you think about how you have been, when it comes to Judging . We all judge at one point or another. When Christ was born he did not Judge, or for that fact as an adult Jesus gave everyone a chance. He tried to teach us not to Judge, but to be kind and loving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this time of year people think that they should be good and kind. The rest of the year they go back to their old ways. I know it is hard not to Judge. We should try our best to be kind and loving all year round. Not just Christmas. I know it isn't easy, but at least we should try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Juanita Fraser&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 14:23:53 GMT</pubDate>
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