Saturday, May 24, 2008

Kissed by a Frog

I was kissed by a frog this afternoon.

Ewwww. Blech. Ptuey. Ptuey.

This is not "the" frog, but it was a frog just like this one. I took this one's picture in my back yard a year or so ago. Seems we have a plethora of frogs and other small fauna.

I was watering some hanging strawberry plants with a large pitcher. Apparently, unseen by me, a green tree frog was on one of those large leaves--one of those small, green frogs with suctions on their feet to help them hang onto things. He hopped onto the pitcher and looked me right in the face. At the same instant I saw him, he hopped right into my face and latched onto my upper lip! He just hung there all wet and slimy and heavy. Blech! Blech! I screamed because I couldn't get him off and I was afraid he would crawl into my mouth. My husband came running to fend off whatever monster had got ahold of me. By the time he got there, I had managed to knock that slimy sucker off my mouth and onto the ground. I ran into the house and washed my face and rinsed out my mouth with Listerine. He must have hopped away somewhere, because I couldn't find him. When I went back outside to help my husband with a project he was working on, he asked me if the frog had turned into a prince. LOL I told him, "No, it was just a slimy frog; and I already have my Prince!"

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Catch-up

It's been a while since I've posted here. Paschal services were all I could have hoped for, except for the extreme fatigue that lasts for days and days. I think all the other bloggers have just about exhausted this topic for now.


I had to give back my dog Charlie. He quickly became stronger than I am, and he is a definite "alpha" type. It didn't help any that he liked my husband better than he liked me, neither, since he was supposed to be "my" dog. He tolerated me as the "alpha female," but looked to my husband for what was really going on. These two traits, his physical strength and his inclination to dominate, convinced me that I didn't need this particular dog. It didn't help any, either, that he was beginning to leave small bruises on my arms where he would take it into his mouth in "dog play." There was some thought among some people who saw him that he might have had a bit more wolf in him than a regular Husky. Perhaps. I don't know. He certainly looks like a wolf with is longer and more slender muzzle. I hated to give him up. He was a beautiful dog, healthy, enthusiastic, jolly, fun-loving. He was just too much "dog" for me. I kept thinking, I can handle him now, but what about next year, or in three years, or five? I'm getting older and weaker, while he hasn't even come into his prime yet. No, I definitely didn't need that dog, much as I wanted to see him running through my woods chasing rabbits and having fun.

Also as part of my "catch up" theme, I need to say to the very few people who read this that I probably won't be much online, not that I'm such an "online presence" anyway. It just seems that my life is taking a turn toward more "real" life and less "virtual" life, which is, I suppose, a good thing. I don't post to the couple of groups in which I've maintained a membership (one of them has had to move, and I really don't even know where it is anymore), and I've gotten a new Mac laptop.

Wow. Macs are soooo different. Take every--every--assumption you have about running a computer and trash them. Learning a Mac is starting over from scratch again. Man, I'm lost on this thing. So, my "virtual" world has shrunk to almost nothing, and this Mac seems to have actually shrunk it more.

My "real" world, however, seems to keep getting bigger. Exhaustingly so. Is this a good thing? I think I need a vacation.