Gonna Party, Cuz it's my Blog-Day!

That's right....

Just a year ago today my little baby bloggie was born.  Awww, look - isn't she cute?  Yes - SHE.

Looking back over the last year was really eye opening.


We all go through different phases in our lives at different times - but seeing it right out there, re-reading & remembering is a whole new ball game.  I never really thought of this as  journaling, but I guess on some level it is.

My very first post was, well - absurd!  I can remember the day I wanted to start a blog.  I love to write.  I didn't say I was GOOD, I said I like to write.  Yes, I have books in progress - which is why I really started this.  To get my creative juices flowing & actually get my books re-written, re-edited and perhaps published.

At first, it was great - I was writing, writing, writing.  I went back and re-read the drivel I'd written almost 20 years ago.  I added to it, I deleted it, I edited the crap out of it.  I was on a roll.  It almost looked as if I'd actually finish the book I'd started so many years prior.  I was happy.  It was going!

And then...Brain fart.

My life got a little weird - OK, very weird.  Well, not really my life so much as me.  I got weird.
My medication started doing weird things to me and I became this person I didn't know.  I started reacting oddly to situations I normally wouldn't give a flying crap about.  I over reacted and over everything'ed in so many areas I can't even begin to say.  So I just continued blogging.

Did I push people away and burn some bridges?  Yeah - I did.  I even blogged about it.  I feel kind of sad about it still, but everything works out in time - or not.
Happily, I'm back to me again - and my little book...  Well, it's still incomplete.  Did I mention that I have 4 incomplete books?  Four books, four topics all undone.  One I've actually scrapped to be honest - I started it in my 20's.

I'm actually ashamed of the person who wrote that book.  I'm not her.  I don't know who she is.  I can't relate to her anymore.  That should be a fabulous reason to publish it - but nope.  It's done.

The one thing I was able to continue - was this little blog.  My therapy.  :)  The place where I could just be me and put it all out there, in black and white.  To be held accountable.  To say my sorry's or kiss my arse.  Whatever.  Where I don't have to be so careful, so entertaining or so literate.  It's a blog, not a friggin' novel! 

In celebration of my Blog-Day - here is my very first post.

Yes, it's kinda lame - but hey, I didn't know where I was going with any of this.  Enjoy the silliness.

Frogs ARE Smart!

I hate for my opening blog to be ridiculous, but this is officially a day in the life of Jenn...

OK, so back when my little girl was in 1st grade, I thought it would be really cool to get her a Grow a Frog kit for Christmas.  (available at Amazon.com)

Mommy loves and collects frogs (but please don't buy me any for my collection) and CC has learned to love them to.  So, we got and grew our frogs.

Now 2 1/2 years later - the 3 tadpoles have grown into rather large aquatic frogs & we have them in a 5 gallon tank with a gold fish.  There used to be 3 frogs...  One frog mysteriously disappeared sometime last year (we blamed the kitty). 

Ahhhh, it flippin' moved!

Descending the stairs to the basement yesterday, I noted a frog shaped blob on the floor.  YUCK...
I thought, crap how did this guy escape & here's another dead one to explain to my daughter.  I grab a paper towel & he jumped....  OMG he's alive!!

I quickly scooped him up in a cup of water, brought him to the sink & he shook off the fuzz and lint he'd collected and I threw him back into the tank.  Still completely and totally perplexed on how he escaped to begin with, we sealed all potential exits & moved on with the day.

At dinnertime, I went to feed the frogs & fish and lo and behold, we were again shy a frog.  I was SHOCKED - I looked again, and there he was INSIDE of the filter, again trying to escape.  Really??  Why the heck would this frog want to endure the torture of being covered in lint almost dead again?  I fished him out of the filter & went on.

Sure enough last night, while lying in bed last night I hear - clank, clank, clank - that little bugger found his escape route, remembered it & was trying to get out once again.

No more screenings of Finding Nemo for this frog!!

I was relieved to see that he was still in the tank this morning, but he's clearly not a happy froggie anymore.

Looks like I'll be calling the frog farm today on the other side of town.  I'd much rather have him live out the rest of his little life with other froggie friends.  So later we will say bye to Sunshine.  Moonlight will be a very lonely little froggie until we set her free too.

So you see - frogs ARE smart!

See, I told you - Lame!

To recap this particular blog - Sunshine & Moonlight are still a part of our family.  I don't even know which one it was that tried to escape - but he/she/it now has "the mark of the wizard" like Gil from Finding Nemo, from getting caught in the filter trying to escape so many times.

I never freed them, we just got a bigger tank & added more goldfish.

Can you see the glowing neon SUCKER light from there???  I know that you can :)

Thank you so much for your continued love & support.  You being a part of my little "Blogisphere" means so much to me!

If you care to go back and read the oldies, great - if not, that's fine too.  :)  I'm just happy your here!!

Lots of love & big, fat, juicy SMOOCHIES from the slightly warped Jersey Girl!

xxoo

~Jenn