<?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-8323900671383277848</id><updated>2012-01-15T13:42:28.522-06:00</updated><category term='Joke'/><category term='Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Frog'/><category term='Maxine'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Pickles'/><category term='Goofy'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='50 Years'/><category term='Little Johnny'/><category term='Stupid'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='Minnie Pauz'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Mountain Wings'/><category term='Religious'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='Biker'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Illegal Aliens'/><category term='Police'/><category term='Lessons'/><category term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Baby Froggee's Wild Kingdom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1933103761094279988</id><published>2010-07-29T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:57:01.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsafe Plastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From LOSING IT! With Jillian Michaels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;Tuesday, July 27, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#f13c41; font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;Is Your Kitchen Full of Unsafe Plastics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;If you've seen the movie &lt;em&gt;The Graduate&lt;/em&gt;, you might remember the classic scene in which the main character is told that the future can be summed up in one word: Plastics. Unfortunately, the person giving that advice pretty much nailed it — plastics are now &lt;em&gt;everywhere.&lt;/em&gt; Manufacturers use plastics more than any other material to create and package products. The bad news is, many types of plastic contain endocrine disruptors and other dangerous chemicals. If you use containers made of those types to store food, those chemicals can leach into your food and affect your metabolism and your overall health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;You can tell which plastics to avoid by checking the numbers printed on the bottom of the containers. Here are the ones you should stop using: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 — Polyvinyl chloride&lt;/strong&gt; (often abbreviated PVC or V): PVC is found in bottles that contain cooking oils, cling wrap, the clear wrap around deli meats and cheeses, plumbing pipes, shower curtains, and toys. This type of plastic contains hormone-disrupting phthalates and cancer-causing dioxins that can leach out when the plastic comes into contact with heat, food, water, air, or our bodies.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternatives:&lt;/strong&gt; Choose Glad wrap, Saran premium wrap, or Saran Cling Plus wrap (which do not contain PVC) or store your food in glass. Buy cooking oil in glass bottles. Don't ever microwave your food in plastic — instead, use parchment paper or wax paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 — Polystyrene&lt;/strong&gt; (Styrofoam; often abbreviated PS): Polystyrene is another big no. It's found in your typical take-out containers, disposable coffee cups, and egg cartons. The materials used to create polystyrene are all known or suspected carcinogens, and when PS gets hot, it can release chemicals into foods.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternatives:&lt;/strong&gt; Buy eggs in cardboard containers and don't drink your coffee from Styrofoam cups. If you can't avoid polystyrene packaging, transfer any food into a glass or ceramic container ASAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 — Polycarbonate&lt;/strong&gt; (often abbreviated PC): Polycarbonate is found in baby bottles, microwave ovenware, stain-resistant food storage containers, eating utensils, the plastic liners of almost all food and soft-drink cans, Lexan containers, old Nalgene or other hard-plastic drinking bottles, 5-gallon water jugs, and building materials. Hundreds of studies have linked bisphenol A (BPA), a chemical in polycarbonate plastic, with harmful endocrine-disrupting effects, such as early puberty in girls, abnormal breast tissue and prostate growth, and lower sperm count. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternatives:&lt;/strong&gt; Use glass baby bottles and switch to stainless steel or ceramic drinking bottles. Limit your exposure from canned foods like beans by rinsing the food thoroughly before you eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;A few types of plastic are okay to use because they don't contain as many toxins. These are PET or PETE (#1 plastic, the type used in many beverage bottles), HDPE (#2 plastic, used in some Tupperware products), LDPE (#4 plastic), and PP (#5 plastic, used in yogurt containers). While these types are okay, I say the fewer plastics in your life, the better. Whenever possible, look for alternatives such as glass, stainless steel, and ceramics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma; font-size:8pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#666666'&gt;Pasted from &amp;lt;&lt;a href='http://www.jillianmichaels.com/fitness-and-diet-tips/plastics-to-avoid'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.jillianmichaels.com/fitness-and-diet-tips/plastics-to-avoid&lt;span style='color:#666666'&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1933103761094279988?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1933103761094279988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=1933103761094279988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1933103761094279988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1933103761094279988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2010/07/unsafe-plastics.html' title='Unsafe Plastics'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6740572984312738027</id><published>2010-03-05T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:49:56.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for our nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greatdanepro.com/Pray%20For%20America/index.htm"&gt;Pray for our nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6740572984312738027?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.greatdanepro.com/Pray%20For%20America/index.htm' title='Pray for our nation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6740572984312738027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6740572984312738027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6740572984312738027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6740572984312738027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2010/03/pray-for-our-nation.html' title='Pray for our nation'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4754839844967846001</id><published>2010-01-31T01:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:03:58.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Recall | Shout It | Powder Room Graffiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.powderroomgraffiti.com/shout-it/ridiculous-recall.html'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:15pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridiculous Recall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.powderroomgraffiti.com/shout-it/ridiculous-recall.html'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The daily coffee grind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color:#999999'&gt;by &lt;a href='http://www.powderroomgraffiti.com/user/janie-emaus/'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janie Emaus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style='color:#999999'&gt; (Fri Jul 31, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:#666666; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;I understand the necessity of recalling products. I'm all for taking back a stroller that folds up while walking your toddler. Car seats that don't stay buckled in place. Tainted milk. Poisoned dog food. Even a condom that has a faulty layer. But the other day when I learned about this new recall, I was taken aback: My Starbucks coffee grinder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;For God's Sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;How can using this device possibly be harmful to my existence? For almost a year now it hasn't turned off while grinding. So, I let it grind while I fill the water in the pot, and put in the filter. I've sort of gotten used to that whirring sound. When it's done I just pull the plug from the wall. It's an annoyance, but certainly not anything life-threatening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;Starbucks says there is a danger of laceration from the blade. I suppose if you stick your finger in the grinder, but that's like putting your hand down the garbage disposal. Who in their right mind would do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;What will be dangerous, especially to those around me, is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; having fresh ground coffee in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;So, I'm thinking, if I send this grinder back to Starbucks, then what? Are they going to give me a new one on the spot? No, absolutely not. I have to send in the old one (shipping box not provided, mind you) and then wait six to eight weeks for a new one to arrive. In the meantime, I can go into any Starbucks and they will grind my coffee, for free. Like I'm going to do &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;Is this a conspiracy? A ploy to get me into Starbucks every morning, where I'm certain to buy a cup of coffee, rather than grind my beans? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:10pt'&gt;What's a coffee addicted person supposed to do in this situation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 1pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#666666'&gt;Inserted from &amp;lt;&lt;a href='http://www.powderroomgraffiti.com/shout-it/ridiculous-recall.html'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.powderroomgraffiti.com/shout-it/ridiculous-recall.html&lt;span style='color:#666666'&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4754839844967846001?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4754839844967846001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4754839844967846001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4754839844967846001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4754839844967846001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2010/01/ridiculous-recall-shout-it-powder-room.html' title='Ridiculous Recall | Shout It | Powder Room Graffiti'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6752910354227155737</id><published>2010-01-30T22:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:11:20.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Back in 1970's, "Bein' Green" was a famous song sung by Kermit the Frog.  In the song, Kermit first believes "it's not that easy bein' green" until he comes to the realization that being green is actually beautiful, and it is cool.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Today, when you hear "Bein' Green", "Going Green", "Go Green" or "Green".  Whatever the name it's been given, it is the start of the revolution of saving our plant and saving our lives.  'Going green' means recycling, not being wasteful, saving money, eating healthy, and creating a safe home environment for our families and pets.  I call it "Going Back to Basics," when life was not compromised with harmful ingredients to clean our homes, or to make our food look pretty.  It was a time when the personal care products we used had ingredients that we could pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;My journey of "Going Green" began when I had the opportunity to try a skin care line made of certified organic ingredients – it actually had the USDA ORGANIC symbol on the bottle.  It was non-toxic, made out of fruit and vegetable extracts, herbs and essential oils!  When I learned that these types of personal care products were available, my next step was to 'green' my home cleaning products including my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Why switch to green cleaning?  It is good for our family and for our environment.  The most compelling reason is that there are hardly any government regulations on what chemicals can be put in our cleaning or the personal care products millions of Americans buy and use on a daily basis.  How many times have you or someone you know, used a cleaning product that is so toxic, the label gives instruction to provide "proper ventilation" so as not to be overcome by the fumes?  In some instances, even with "proper ventilation," one may require time to collect their senses or may experience coughing attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;"Green" families benefit because they are not exposing their children to harmful chemicals that may contribute to asthma, allergies or autism.  They also are protecting their pets from the potential increase of infections or skin disease.  Young children and babies often spend time playing on floors where toxins have been used to 'sanitize' the area.  Frequently, these children innocently have their hands in their mouth, thus transferring certain amounts of toxins in to their body.  Pets also are exposed because they walk in the sanitized area and may have a tendency to lick their paws.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;What can be done to make a home clean and safe?  As a start, read the label on the product that is currently being used.  Get to know what is actually in the product.  Next, when the questionable brand or merchandise runs out, restock it with a non-toxic item.  In many instances, one may find these items in the store they currently shop in.  Many stores today are carrying green line products, particularly for the home.  Look for such brands as Earth Friendly, Seventh Generation, Bi-O-Kleen and other green companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;To save even more money, cleaning products can be made at home, which is not only easy, but also fun!  Here is a recipe for creating an All-Purpose/Surface Spray Cleaner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Here is a recipe for creating an All-Purpose/Surface Spray Cleaner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;2 teaspoon of washing soda or borax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;¼ teaspoon of liquid castile soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Hot water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Place the washing soda or borax in a 16 oz spray bottle, fill the bottle with hot water, shake until the washing soda or borax dissolved, and then at the soap.  Spray on surfaces, let it sit a minute or two, and wipe off with a sponge or microfiber cloth.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Whether products are made at home or purchased in the store, Bein' Green is cool and really is easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Green This – by Deirdre Imus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Green Up Your Cleanup by Jill Potvin Schoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;Renee Winston, founder of NuVision Wellness and The Detox Challenge, is a board certified holistic health counselor.  In her practice, she offers wellness programs, cooking classes, teleclasses and workshops to support and educate clients to create a relationship with food that supports their true health, well being and living a green lifestyle.  She is also one of the Senior Executive Directors for The Network of Business Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#666666'&gt;Inserted from &amp;lt;&lt;a href='http://www.networkofbusinesswomencanada.com/In_This_Issue.html'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.networkofbusinesswomencanada.com/In_This_Issue.html&lt;span style='color:#666666'&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6752910354227155737?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6752910354227155737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6752910354227155737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6752910354227155737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6752910354227155737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-this-issue.html' title='In This Issue'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6470330993574401273</id><published>2009-06-06T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:30:58.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Girlie Wisdom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. A friend of mine confused her Valium with her birth control pills... she has 14 kids but doesn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. One of life's mysteries is how a 2-pound box of chocolates can make a woman gain 5 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. My mind not only wanders, it sometimes leaves completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. The best way to forget your troubles is to wear tight shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you are doing, someone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Sometimes I think I understand everything, and then I regain consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. I gave up jogging for my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my knicker's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Amazing! You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks 2 sizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;11. Skinny people irritate me! Especially when they say things like...'You know sometimes I forget to eat!' .....Now I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name and my keys, but I have never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing and then they marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast.. Are they kidding? That's my idea of a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIVE SIMPLY.....LAUGH OFTEN....LOVE DEEPLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6470330993574401273?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6470330993574401273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6470330993574401273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6470330993574401273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6470330993574401273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlie-wisdom.html' title='Girlie Wisdom'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6078510336303750913</id><published>2009-05-16T20:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:29:01.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Amazing Simple Home Remedies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI1MjM2MjYyNTYmcHQ9MTI*MjUyMzYyODk5MCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD1hbmltYWxz.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="WAIT" src="http://content.pyzam.com/funnypics/6/pyzamillfix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspace2layouts"&gt;Myspace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. AVOID CUTTING YOURSELF WHEN SLICING VEGETABLES BY GETTING SOMEONE ELSE TO HOLD THE VEGETABLES WHILE YOU CHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. AVOID ARGUMENTS WITH THE FEMALES ABOUT LIFTING THE TOILET SEAT BY USING THE SINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. FOR HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE SUFFERERS ~ SIMPLY CUT YOURSELF AND BLEED F OR A FEW MINUTES, THUS REDUCING THE PRESSURE ON YOUR VEINS. REMEMBER TO USE A TIMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. A MOUSE TRAP PLACED ON TOP OF YOUR ALARM CLOCK WILL PREVENT YOU FROM ROLLING OVER AND GOING BACK TO SLEEP AFTER YOU HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. IF YOU HAVE A BAD COUGH, TAKE A LARGE DOSE OF LAXATIVES. THEN YOU'LL BE AFRAID TO COUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. YOU ONLY NEED TWO TOOLS IN LIFE - WD-40 AND DUCT TAPE. IF IT DOESN'T MOVE AND SHOULD, USE THE WD-40. IF IT SHOULDN'T MOVE AND DOES, USE THE DUCT TAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#984806;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. IF YOU CAN'T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER, YOU HAVE AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAILY THOUGHT: SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES - NOT GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6078510336303750913?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6078510336303750913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6078510336303750913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6078510336303750913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6078510336303750913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-simple-home-remedies.html' title='Amazing Simple Home Remedies'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4734235064429599735</id><published>2009-05-16T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:14:43.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Clay Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A man was exploring caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with you.. Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pass this on to another Clay Ball!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4734235064429599735?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4734235064429599735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4734235064429599735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4734235064429599735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4734235064429599735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/clay-balls.html' title='Clay Balls'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7220501049679865506</id><published>2009-05-16T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:10:41.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>The Red Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket toward the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Oh my, I am so sorry,' the woman says as she pops her eye back in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you,' she says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theatre followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. She listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed. Everything had been SO incredible! 'You know,' he said, 'you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'No,' she replies. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait for it. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's coming. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The suspense is killing you, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;She says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;'You just happened to catch my eye.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Oh shut up, and just forward it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7220501049679865506?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7220501049679865506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7220501049679865506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7220501049679865506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7220501049679865506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-head.html' title='The Red Head'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7806282084021005855</id><published>2009-05-16T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:09:13.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>The Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk gets up from the bar and heads for the Bathroom. A few minutes later, a loud, blood curdling scream is heard coming from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after that, another loud scream reverberates through the bar.       The Bartender goes into the bathroom to investigate why the drunk is screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's all the screaming about in there?" he yells. "You're scaring my Customers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just sitting here on the toilet," Slurs the drunk, "and every time I try to flush, Something comes up and squeezes the hell out of my nuts. The bartender opens the door, looks in, and says, "You idiot! You're sitting on the mop bucket!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI*OTE*OTQyNzgmcHQ9MTI*MjQ5MTQ5ODk1OCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD*mbz**NjRkODM*YThjODY*YzVjYWEwYTRjYTdiYzgwY2U4Mg==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Not Drunk" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/b/MJZ1879.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; from pYzam.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7806282084021005855?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7806282084021005855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7806282084021005855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7806282084021005855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7806282084021005855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/drunk.html' title='The Drunk'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5727644075127187642</id><published>2009-05-16T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:12:06.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Little Zachary</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Little Zachary was doing very badly in math. His parents had tried everything...Tutors, Mentors, flash cards, Special Learning Centers... In short, they had tried everything they could think of to help with his math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Zachary down and enrolled him in the local Catholic school. After the first day, little Zachary came home with a very serious look on his face. He didn't even kiss his mother &amp;amp; say 'Hello'. Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Books and papers were spread out all over the room and little Zachary was hard at work. His mother was amazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She called him down to dinner but, to her shock, the minute he was done eating, he marched back to his room without a word. In no time at all, he was back hitting the books as hard as before. This went on for some time. Day after day, while the mother tried, without success, to understand what made all the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Finally, little Zachary brought home his report card. He quietly laid it on the table, went up to his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his Mom looked at it and to her great surprise, Little Zachary got an 'A' in math! She could no longer hold her curiosity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She went to his room and said, 'Son, what was it? What made the difference? Was it the nuns?' Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head, 'no'. 'Well, then,' she replied, 'was it the books, the discipline, the structure, the uniforms? ... WHAT WAS IT ALREADY?' Little Zachary looked at her and said: 'Well, on the first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren't fooling around!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI*ODY2NTcyMjMmcHQ9MTI*MjQ4NjY2MDA2NiZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD*=.gif" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/funnypics/misc/edumacation.jpg" alt="Edumacation" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get more &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;Graphics&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twitterbackgrounds.com"&gt;Twitter Backgrounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5727644075127187642?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5727644075127187642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5727644075127187642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5727644075127187642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5727644075127187642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-zachary.html' title='Little Zachary'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1330606860134531401</id><published>2009-05-16T04:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:54:04.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Works For Ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORKS FOR KETCHUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE FOUR YEAR OLD BOY IS SITTING ON THE&lt;br /&gt;TOILET. HIS MOTHER THINKS HE HAS BEEN IN THERE TOO LONG,&lt;br /&gt;SO SHE GOES IN TO SEE WHAT'S UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LITTLE BOY IS GRIPPING ON TO THE TOILET SEAT WITH HIS&lt;br /&gt;LEFT HAND AND HITTING HIMSELF ON TOP OF THE HEAD WITH&lt;br /&gt;HIS RIGHT HAND.. HIS MOTHER SAYS: "BILLY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;YOU'VE BEEN IN HERE FOR AWHILE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY SAYS: "I'M FINE, MOMMY. I JUST HAVEN'T&lt;br /&gt;GONE 'DOODY' YET."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER SAYS: "OK, YOU CAN STAY HERE A FEW MORE&lt;br /&gt;MINUTES. BUT, BILLY, WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF ON THE&lt;br /&gt;HEAD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY SAYS: "WORKS FOR KETCHUP."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1330606860134531401?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1330606860134531401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=1330606860134531401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1330606860134531401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1330606860134531401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/works-for-ketchup.html' title='Works For Ketchup'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7315943591336126516</id><published>2009-05-16T04:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:45:29.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Amazing Sneeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;Amazing Sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;A man and a woman were sitting beside each other in the first class section of an airplane. The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her nose, then shuddered for ten to fifteen seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;The man went back to his reading. A few minutes later, the woman sneezed again, took a tissue, wiped her nose, then shuddered violently once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious about the shuddering. A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed again. As before she used a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even more than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man turned to the woman and said, 'I couldn't help but notice that you've sneezed three times, wiped your nose, and then shuddered violently. Are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;'I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I have a very rare medical condition. Whenever I sneeze I have an orgasm.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious. 'I have never heard of that condition before,' he said. 'Are you taking anything for it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;The woman nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;'Pepper'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI*NjY5ODgyMzEmcHQ9MTI*MjQ2Njk5MDc1MCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD*=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Feel Better" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/1/BCgw1031.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspace2layouts"&gt;New MySpace 2.0 Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7315943591336126516?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7315943591336126516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7315943591336126516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7315943591336126516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7315943591336126516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/jokesfunnies.html' title='Amazing Sneeze'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1868631286414209531</id><published>2009-05-09T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:04:04.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;Railroad Tie - Raised beds- For my information purposes only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#2b2b2b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Construction materials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2b2b2b;"&gt;The choice of framework to use for walls depends on the availability and expense of the construction material, as well as the desired appearance of the final product in the landscape. Treated landscape timbers and used railroad ties are popular materials. Naturally rot-resistant lumber, such as redwood or cedar, may also be used. Other possibilities include concrete blocks, bricks and stones, or synthetic lumber made of recycled plastic. A group of half barrels can make a convenient raised bed for use on a patio (Figure 2). For a consistent look, match materials to those used elsewhere in the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2b2b2b;"&gt;Generally, wood-based products are less expensive than stone or masonry materials. However, resourceful gardeners may be able to find used bricks, concrete blocks or other materials at little or no cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2b2b2b;"&gt;Certain national gardening publications have raised concerns about the safety of using treated lumber in food gardens. Pressure-treated lumber uses CCA (chromated copper arsenate) or ACA (ammoniacal copper arsenate) as a preservative. However, studies done by Texas A&amp;amp;M Agricultural Extension Service showed insignificant movement of these compounds into surrounding soil. Pressure-treated lumber has no proven effect on plant growth or food safety. However, on Feb.12, 2002, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) announced a voluntary decision by the lumber industry to move consumer use of treated lumber products away from a variety of pressure-treated wood that contains arsenic by Dec. 31, 2003, in favor of new, alternative wood preservatives. Alkaline cooper quaternary (ACQ) is a relatively new wood treatment that is available in some areas of the country. This product is higher in copper than CCA but is free of arsenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2b2b2b;"&gt;Creosote, which is used to treat railroad ties, may cause injury or death to plants that come into direct contact with it. After a few years the effect diminishes. Old, discarded ties do not injure plants (Figure 3). However, injury may occur if ties are still oozing black, sticky creosote or smell intensely. If you are uncertain about the safety of treated lumber, place a heavy plastic liner between the treated lumber and soil used for growing plants to prevent direct contact of plant roots with the treated lumber. Be careful not to tear the plastic when tilling the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#2b2b2b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#2b2b2b;"&gt;Old railroad ties make a satisfactory raised bed if they are not oozing creosote, which could injure plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pasted from &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://extension.missouri.edu/publications/DisplayPub.aspx?P=g6985"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://extension.missouri.edu/publications/DisplayPub.aspx?P=g6985&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://extension.missouri.edu/publications/DisplayPub.aspx?P=g6985"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1868631286414209531?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1868631286414209531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1868631286414209531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5814816039406735466</id><published>2009-05-04T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:30:55.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>The Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A  man is showering up in a locker room with his buddy when he notices his friend is very well endowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Damn, Bob, you're hung!" Jim exclaims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I wasn't always this impressive, I had to work for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"What do you mean?" Jim asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Well, every day for the past two years I've spent an hour each night rubbing it with butter. I know it sounds crazy but it actually made it grow 4 inches! You should try it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jim agrees and the two say good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A few months later the two are in the same locker room and Bob asks Jim how his situation was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jim replied, "I did what you said, Bob, but I've actually gotten smaller! I lost two inches already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Did you do everything I told you? An hour each day with butter?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Well, I was out of butter, so I've been using Crisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Wait for it....Wait....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know it's  " coming.... "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crisco!!?" Bob exclaimed. "Damn it, Jim, Crisco is shortening!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: You gotta follow the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5814816039406735466?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5814816039406735466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5814816039406735466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5814816039406735466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gods On Our Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lost their brother's&lt;br /&gt;Some lost their friends&lt;br /&gt;Some lost their parents&lt;br /&gt;while others lost kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horrible tragedy&lt;br /&gt;who can count the cost?&lt;br /&gt;The lives that its taken&lt;br /&gt;the loved one's thats lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rise as Americans&lt;br /&gt;together we stand&lt;br /&gt;to secure our country&lt;br /&gt;to protect our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling together&lt;br /&gt;we wave our flag high&lt;br /&gt;no heathens nor terrorists&lt;br /&gt;takes this from our sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught off guard and spirits forged&lt;br /&gt;we'll rise stronger than ever before&lt;br /&gt;Rise out of the ashes strong and true&lt;br /&gt;with love for our Country&lt;br /&gt;with plans anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, raise your flags American's so brave&lt;br /&gt;let it fly high, Oh see how she waves&lt;br /&gt;'Old Glory' will never bow&lt;br /&gt;she'll take the blows&lt;br /&gt;and the fire that singed her brow&lt;br /&gt;will forever glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried in the fire, hardened like steel&lt;br /&gt;we gather our forces, renew our zeal&lt;br /&gt;love one another continue in pride&lt;br /&gt;we'll win over evil&lt;br /&gt;for Gods on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Smith-Kerr&lt;br /&gt;September 11, 2001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-8045897961297957061?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8045897961297957061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=8045897961297957061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/8045897961297957061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/8045897961297957061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-on-our-side.html' title='Gods On Our Side'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7566607662252590963</id><published>2009-05-03T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:22:24.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>The Painter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was a painter named Wayne who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the&lt;br /&gt;Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on one of their&lt;br /&gt;biggest buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne put in a bid and because his price was so low he got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he set about erecting the scaffolding, setting up the planks, and&lt;br /&gt;buying the paint. Yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with&lt;br /&gt;turpentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly&lt;br /&gt;completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky&lt;br /&gt;opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over&lt;br /&gt;the church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;among the grave stones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and&lt;br /&gt;useless paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne was no fool! He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he&lt;br /&gt;got down on his knees and cried: "Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacedev.com/myspace-icons/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/animated/icon11.gif" title="MySpace Icons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.myspacedev.com/myspace-icons/'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MySpace Icons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7566607662252590963?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7566607662252590963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7566607662252590963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7566607662252590963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7566607662252590963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/painter.html' title='The Painter'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5701403677894417682</id><published>2009-05-03T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:42:30.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnie Pauz'/><title type='text'>Minnie Pauz.... Gotta Love them 3</title><content type='html'>They are so true... I love to share these with you.  Here's her link to her website...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.minniepauz.com/"&gt;www.minniepauz.com&lt;/a&gt;  - Hope you enjoy her cartoons as much as I do. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5OWoZHcTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NYZ0XEGnJfA/s1600-h/Minnie+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331785159560098098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5OWoZHcTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NYZ0XEGnJfA/s400/Minnie+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5OWqL_dOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/S6oFns6j8lk/s1600-h/Minnie+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331785160041919714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5OWqL_dOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/S6oFns6j8lk/s400/Minnie+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5701403677894417682?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5701403677894417682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5701403677894417682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5701403677894417682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5701403677894417682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/minnie-pauz-gotta-love-them-3.html' title='Minnie Pauz.... Gotta Love them 3'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5OWoZHcTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NYZ0XEGnJfA/s72-c/Minnie+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3301096436491932776</id><published>2009-05-03T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:39:58.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnie Pauz'/><title type='text'>Minnie Pauz.... Gotta Love them 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nv2iLMLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oRbWlUodfGA/s1600-h/Minnie+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They are so true...         I love to share these with you.  Here's her link to her website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minniepauz.com/"&gt;www.minniepauz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nv2iLMLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oRbWlUodfGA/s1600-h/Minnie+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hope you enjoy her cartoons. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784493341290674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nv2iLMLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oRbWlUodfGA/s400/Minnie+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nvj8lawI/AAAAAAAAAc8/eRx8rxXT5fs/s1600-h/Minnie+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784488351787778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nvj8lawI/AAAAAAAAAc8/eRx8rxXT5fs/s400/Minnie+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nvs-V2EI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f7qFfif4nKM/s1600-h/Minnie+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784490775074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nvs-V2EI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f7qFfif4nKM/s400/Minnie+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nvg7CTXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/gLQA8dYACc4/s1600-h/Minnie+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784487539985778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5Nvg7CTXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/gLQA8dYACc4/s400/Minnie+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3301096436491932776?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3301096436491932776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3301096436491932776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3301096436491932776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3301096436491932776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/minnie-pauz-gotta-love-them-2.html' title='Minnie Pauz.... 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Gotta Love them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LPGzGERI/AAAAAAAAAck/BuaVY5rdjgw/s1600-h/Minnie+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331781731748286738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LPGzGERI/AAAAAAAAAck/BuaVY5rdjgw/s400/Minnie+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LPFb9c7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/4adCER2iB9A/s1600-h/Minnie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331781731382817714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LPFb9c7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/4adCER2iB9A/s400/Minnie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LOvTR86I/AAAAAAAAAcU/mmRQc_996Ao/s1600-h/Minnie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331781725440832418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LOvTR86I/AAAAAAAAAcU/mmRQc_996Ao/s400/Minnie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LOr5MckI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dBS5Iw2_AVo/s1600-h/Minnie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331781724526113346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LOr5MckI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dBS5Iw2_AVo/s400/Minnie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so true... I love to share these with you.  Here's her link to her website...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.minniepauz.com/"&gt;www.minniepauz.com&lt;/a&gt;  - Hope you enjoy her cartoons. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-2051706189470868379?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2051706189470868379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=2051706189470868379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2051706189470868379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2051706189470868379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/minnie-pauz-gotta-love-them.html' title='Minnie Pauz.... Gotta Love them'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sf5LPGzGERI/AAAAAAAAAck/BuaVY5rdjgw/s72-c/Minnie+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4425837010116103612</id><published>2009-05-03T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:53:06.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goofy'/><title type='text'>Have you ever had one of those days.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacedev.com/myspace-icons/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/funny/icon001.gif" title="MySpace Icons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.myspacedev.com/myspace-icons/'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MySpace Icons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4425837010116103612?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4425837010116103612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4425837010116103612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4425837010116103612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4425837010116103612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-ever-had-one-of-those-days.html' title='Have you ever had one of those days.....'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-2957199237502609459</id><published>2008-08-14T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:26:57.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Toronto</title><content type='html'>A PLANE IS ON ITS WAY TO TORONTO, WHEN A BLONDE IN ECONOMY CLASS GETS UP, AND MOVES TO THE FIRST CLASS SECTION AND SITS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT WATCHES HER DO THIS, AND ASKS TO SEE HER TICKET.SHE THEN TELLS THE BLONDE THAT SHE PAID FOR ECONOMY CLASS, AND THAT SHE WILL HAVE TO SIT IN THE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLONDE REPLIES, 'I'M BLONDE, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'MGOING TO TORONTO AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT GOES INTO THE COCKPIT AND TELLSTHE PILOT AND THE CO-PILOT THAT THERE IS A BLONDE BIMBO SITTING IN FIRST CLASS, THAT BELONGS IN ECONOMY, AND WON'T MOVE BACK TO HER SEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CO-PILOT GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND TRIES TOEXPLAIN THAT BECAUSE SHE ONLY PAID FOR ECONOMY SHE W ILL HAVE TO LEAVE AND RETURN TO HER SEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLONDE REPLIES, 'I'M BLONDE, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'M GOING TO TORONTO AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CO-PILOT TELLS THE PILOT THAT HE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE THE POLICE WAITING WHEN THEY LAND TO ARREST THIS BLONDE WOMAN WHO WON'T LISTEN TO REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PILOT SAYS, 'YOU SAY SHE IS A BLONDE? I'LL HANDLE THIS, I'M MARRIED TO A BLONDE. I SPEAK BLONDE.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND WHISPERS IN HER EAR,AND SHE SAYS, 'OH, I'M SORRY.' AND GETS UP AND GOES BACK TO HER SEAT IN ECONOMY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT AND CO-PILOT ARE AMAZED AND ASKED HIM WHAT HE SAID TO MAKE HER MOVE WITHOUT ANY FUSS.'I TOLD HER, 'FIRST CLASS ISN'T GOING TO TORONTO '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-2957199237502609459?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2957199237502609459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=2957199237502609459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2957199237502609459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2957199237502609459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/08/toronto.html' title='Toronto'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7175948927421186928</id><published>2008-08-14T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:16:14.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SKRoVbea76I/AAAAAAAAARw/OtRlVCArGjg/s1600-h/pupo05.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234423384273252258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SKRoVbea76I/AAAAAAAAARw/OtRlVCArGjg/s320/pupo05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, God created the dog and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks&lt;br /&gt;past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to&lt;br /&gt;perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the&lt;br /&gt;sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will&lt;br /&gt;give you a life span of sixty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, God created man and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the&lt;br /&gt;forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.&lt;br /&gt;For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And&lt;br /&gt;for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7175948927421186928?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7175948927421186928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7175948927421186928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7175948927421186928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7175948927421186928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SKRoVbea76I/AAAAAAAAARw/OtRlVCArGjg/s72-c/pupo05.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-8213776741521428799</id><published>2008-08-14T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:03:05.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>13 Things PMS Stands For‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SKRlLs1eZqI/AAAAAAAAARo/ELdvN76U6eA/s1600-h/pupo08.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234419918599775906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SKRlLs1eZqI/AAAAAAAAARo/ELdvN76U6eA/s320/pupo08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;13 THINGS PMS STANDS FOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PASS MY SHOTGUN&lt;br /&gt;2. PSYCHOTIC MOOD SWING&lt;br /&gt;3. PERPETUAL MUNCHING SPREE&lt;br /&gt;4. PUFFY MID-SECTION&lt;br /&gt;5. PEOPLE MAKE me SICK&lt;br /&gt;6. PROVIDE ME with SWEETS&lt;br /&gt;7. PARDON MY SOBBING&lt;br /&gt;8. PIMPLES MAY SURFACE&lt;br /&gt;9. PASS MY SWEATS&lt;br /&gt;10. PISSY MOOD SYNDROME&lt;br /&gt;11. POOR MEN SUCK&lt;br /&gt;12. PACK MY STUFF&lt;br /&gt;13. POTENTIAL MURDER SUSPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-8213776741521428799?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8213776741521428799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=8213776741521428799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/8213776741521428799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/8213776741521428799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/08/13-things-pms-stands-for.html' title='13 Things PMS Stands For‏'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SKRlLs1eZqI/AAAAAAAAARo/ELdvN76U6eA/s72-c/pupo08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-9178078078543671805</id><published>2008-06-24T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:29:49.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frog'/><title type='text'>The Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;An accountant was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The accountant guy took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I'll stay with you for a week and do &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; you want." Again the accountant guy took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finally the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The accountant said, "Look, I work as an accountant. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog - now that's cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/zpnb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-9178078078543671805?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/9178078078543671805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=9178078078543671805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/9178078078543671805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/9178078078543671805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/frog.html' title='The Frog'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/zpnb8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3942420597713617598</id><published>2008-06-23T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:21:47.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountain Wings'/><title type='text'>The Big Flash</title><content type='html'>The Big Flash=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are old enough to remember, what you were doing when you heard the news that President Kennedy had been shot?  I was almost seven years old.  I was walking down a large hill leading to our house on Rockmart Drive heading home from school.  Someone pulled up beside me in a car and said, "President Kennedy has been shot."  That's been almost 40 years ago and though I was just a small boy, the memory vividly lingers.  Major traumatic events like a camera flash freeze the moment.  It is a picture that remains and even time itself doesn't erase it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Americans remember what they were doing when a traumatic event occurred.  Today is such a day for me.  It's February 6th.  The day has no special meaning for most of you but for me it's one of those flash days.  It's not exactly the typical Kodak™ moment.  February 6th is the day my brother died.  I remember receiving a 911 page on my beeper.  I had been in the shower and didn't answer the phone. When I returned the call it was my youngest brother telling me that my 38-year-old brother had been taken to the hospital after passing out.  It was Sunday morning. I was due to deliver the Sunday morning message in church in two hours. I rushed to the hospital. Only my brother's wife was there when I arrived.  She explained the events of the morning.  Although I knew from the description it sounded medically serious, I knew my brother was a young, healthy, and vibrant man.  The thought of death seemed impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of his neighbors were doctors and they rode in the ambulance with him and even went into the emergency room to assist.  When his neighbor walked out of the emergency room and walked past us shaking his head he spoke no words.  The gesture and look was enough to convey the meaning.  This couldn't be. . . and yet it was.  It was the greatest mountain that I had ever faced.  It was a blinding flash.  He had a blood clot in his leg migrate to his lungs.  He had complained and gone to the hospital with difficulty of breathing several days earlier.  The doctors ran tests and said that he was fine and sent him home.  If he had been diagnosed properly, anti-clotting drugs could have easily dissolved the clot before it did fatal damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often mountains are caused by the failure of others to do theirjob properly.  People will make mistakes. You will make mistakes. I will make mistakes.  Of all of the sermons that I have preached, I can only remember the exact date and subject of one, the sermon that I preached on that Sunday morning.  There was nothing fantastic about the sermon just as there was nothing fantastic about my downhill walk on the day PresidentKennedy was shot.  But it was a sermon preached in the light of a flash.  You remember everything in the light of a flash.  In my mind I was tempted to change my prepared sermon and deliver a message appropriate to the moment.  A still small voice said, "No, deliver that which you have been given.  "The message was entitled, "Would Jesus be happy with your giving?"  I later understood the importance of that message in light of the events of that day.  When we leave this world, it won't be important what we've gotten, but rather what we gave.   All ofour accumulations and possessions won't really matter.  Great mountains will change you. They are the challenges and the obstacles that will either make you stronger or break you.  They will make you better or bitter, a climber or a complainer The mountain will allow you to see a vision that you can't see from the valley.  The mountain can also make you so cringe with the fear of falling that you tightly clamp your eyes shut.  You can revel in the purerarefied air.  You can gasp for breath from the thinness of it.  The mountain can do great or terrible things.  It depends on both perspective and preparation.  A flash can change your life like none other.  It can either blind you or illuminate dark areas where you could not see.  It depends on both perspective and preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kennedy flash I remember very well but it didn't change me.  I was never the same after the February 6th flash.  I later preached a sermon about how the experience changed my life.  It is still one of the most downloaded and listened to sermonson &lt;a href="http://www.theonlineword.com/"&gt;TheOnLineWord.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.theonlineword.com/s/5000.wma"&gt;"1 Hour and 40 Minutes."&lt;/a&gt;  If you ever have the flash of the loss of a loved one, go and listen to &lt;a href="http://www.theonlineword.com/s/5000.wma"&gt;“1 Hour and 40 Minutes”&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.theonlineword.com/s/5314.wma"&gt;“The Eulogy of EffieThomas.”&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will help you fly over that mountain.  I shouldn't say "if" you ever have a flash of the loss of a loved one.  If you live long enough, you will have several.  Those types of flashes MUST come. It is an inevitable part of life. You cannot stop them and often can't even delay them.  The flashes are not the problem.  The problem is not being prepared to fly when the inevitable flashes come.  How do you prepare for a flash?  You don't.  You learn to live each day to the best of your ability and to see the beauty.  You learn to laugh at the traffic jam instead of cursing it.  You learn to smile when someone attacks you.  You learn to have patience when the grocery checkout line stands still.  You learn to handle the little things.  The little things prepare you for the big flashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother left this earth, I could honestly say that I had done everything as an older brother that I could have done for him in life.  When he had gone to the hospital days earlier I laid my hands on him and prayed a prayer of comfort and peace.  His told his wife later that he felt a warm glow go over him and his fear left him.  It was just a touch, but a touch in love.  Neither of us knew what lay ahead.  Neither do you know what is ahead.  Don't worry about that.  Just do the right thing now.  Stay at peace in the grocery line.  Stay at peace with the little things.  Touch someone in love and treat your brother right.  Then you'll be better prepared to handle the big flashes.  It depends on both perspective and preparation.  Whether the big flashes light you up Or burn you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A MountainWings Original~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3942420597713617598?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3942420597713617598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3942420597713617598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3942420597713617598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3942420597713617598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-flash.html' title='The Big Flash'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3764865069081414014</id><published>2008-06-23T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:47:06.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Smile-Breakfast at McDonald's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2aryc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Breakfast at McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last class I had to take was Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway.So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I wentout to McDonald's one crisp March morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside ofme as I turned to see why they had moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realizedthe second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my tears as I stood there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford (If theywanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He justwanted to be warm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out andembraced the little man with the blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two morebreakfast meals on a separate tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as aresting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyedgentleman's cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. Godis here working through me to give you hope.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat downmy husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, togive me hope.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of theGrace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and beingpart of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son,the instructor,and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a collegestudent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this andlearn how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS -&lt;br /&gt;NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3764865069081414014?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3764865069081414014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3764865069081414014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3764865069081414014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3764865069081414014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile-breakfast-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Smile-Breakfast at McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/2aryc3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7487737444059270578</id><published>2008-06-22T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:10:55.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>God's Gift to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everything God made is good. And nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Should be refused if it is accepted with thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 TIMOTHY 4:4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Life is God's gift to you, and He intends that you celebrate His glorious gift. If you're a person who treasures each day, you will be blessed by your Father in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For Christian believers, everyday begins and ends with God and His Son. Christ came to this earth to give us abundant life and eternal salvation. Our task is to accept Christ's grace with joy in our hearts and praise on our lips. Believers who fashion their days around Jesus are transformed: they see the world differently, they act differently, and the feel differently about themselves and their neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So whatever this day holds for you, begin it and end it with God as your partner and Christ as your Savior. And throughout the day, give thanks to the One who created you and saved you. God's love for you is infinite. Accept it joyously and be thankful. AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/6pyfwg6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7487737444059270578?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7487737444059270578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7487737444059270578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7487737444059270578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7487737444059270578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-gift-to-you.html' title='God&apos;s Gift to You'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/6pyfwg6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-2863043820838418454</id><published>2008-06-22T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:02:18.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Law of the Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.tinypic.com/8esgs9u.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly.  So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call,  ' The Law of the Garbage Truck.'  He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you.  Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.  Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home,  or on the streets.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,  so... 'Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-2863043820838418454?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2863043820838418454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=2863043820838418454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2863043820838418454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2863043820838418454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/law-of-garbage-truck.html' title='The Law of the Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/8esgs9u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5862198594080234008</id><published>2008-06-22T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:02:56.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Beyond Your Hardships</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He gives power to the weak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And to those who have no might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He increases strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ISAIAH 40:29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We as Christians have many reasons to celebrate. God is in His heaven; Christ has risen, and we are the sheep of His flock. Yet sometimes, even the most devout Christian can become discouraged. After all, we live in a world where expectations can be high and demands can be even higher. If you become discouraged with the direction of your day or your life turn your thoughts and prayers to God. He is a God of possibility, not negativity. He will help you count your blessings instead of your hardships.And then, with a renewed spirit of optimism and hope, you can properly thank Your Father in heaven for your blessings, for His love and for His Son. AMEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/25k60t1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5862198594080234008?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5862198594080234008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5862198594080234008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5862198594080234008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5862198594080234008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/beyond-your-hardships.html' title='Beyond Your Hardships'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/25k60t1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5212805804733561703</id><published>2008-06-22T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:54:43.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If our English word "neighbor" had stuck to its etymological roots, determining who our neighbor is might have been a bit easier. "Neighbor" is derived from a German word that was a compound made up of "near" and "dweller, especially a farmer." In other words, in centuries-ago Germany, a &lt;em&gt;nahgabur &lt;/em&gt;was someone, likely another farmer, whom you knew because he lived near you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But when Jesus told the story of the good Samaritan, He established a definition even older than Europe's Middle Ages. Your neighbor is not someone who necessarily lives near you, nor does it have to be someone with whom you are acquainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;According to Jesus in Luke 10:25-37, my neighbor is any person who has a need that I am able to meet. Jesus made the point in His parable that the man the Good Samaritan helped was a stranger—not a "near-dweller." Yet the Samaritan assumed the responsibility for doing everything he could to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today we think of neighbors as those who live on our street or in our neighborhood. Yet, using Jesus' definition, we have many more neighbors than those. We need to broaden the boundaries of our neighborhood to include the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If my heart is right with God, every human being is my neighbor. Oswald Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5212805804733561703?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5212805804733561703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5212805804733561703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5212805804733561703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5212805804733561703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/neighbor.html' title='Neighbor'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3607491352547954417</id><published>2008-06-22T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:48:26.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You Know You Grew Up In the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;You Know You Grew Up In the 80's if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;2. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;3. You know that 'WOAH' comes from Joey on Blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;4. If you ever watched 'Fraggle Rock'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;5. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;6. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;7. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computerclass at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;8. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirtin a knot on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;9. You played the game 'MASH'(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;10. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;11. You know the profound meaning of ' WAX ON , WAX OFF'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;12. You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;13. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us...head-to-toe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;14. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nosefell off and his cheeks shifted. (and he was still black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;15. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;16. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pailkids inthe schoolyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;17. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;18. You still get the urge to say 'NOT' after every sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;19. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because youexchanged handmade friendship bracelets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;21. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;22. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying 'I know youare, but what am I?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;23. You remember 'I've fallen and I can't get up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;24. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;25. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;26. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on yourshoulder like you were all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;27. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;28. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;29. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;30. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...and don'teven flinch when people refer to them as 'NKOTB'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;31. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on 'SavedBy The Bell,' The ORIGINAL class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;32. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;33. You just now sang those words to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;34. You still sing 'We are the World'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;35. You tight rolled your jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;36. You owned a bannana clip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;37. You remember 'Where's the Beef?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;38. You used to (and probably still do) say 'What you talkin' 'bout Willis?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;39. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3607491352547954417?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3607491352547954417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3607491352547954417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3607491352547954417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3607491352547954417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-you-grew-up-in-80s.html' title='You Know You Grew Up In the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4052530398862577691</id><published>2008-06-10T01:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:03:10.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Golfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man staggered into a hospital with a concussion, multiple bruises, two black eyes, and a five iron wrapped tightly aroundhis throat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naturally, the Doctor asked him,"What happened to you?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole; we both sliced our balls into a cow pasture. We went to look for them and while I was looking around I noticed one of the cows had something white at its rear end. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I walked over, lifted its tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball with my wife's monogram on it - stuck right in the middle of the Cow's butt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still holding the cow's tail up, I yelled to my wife, "Hey, this looks like yours!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I don't remember much after that ..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4052530398862577691?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4052530398862577691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4052530398862577691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4052530398862577691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4052530398862577691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/golfing.html' title='Golfing'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5217733084158175210</id><published>2008-06-10T01:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:47:51.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There was a preacher whose wife was expecting a baby so he went before the congregation and asked for a raise. After much discussion, they passed a rule that whenever the preacher's family expanded, so would his paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation decided&lt;br /&gt;to hold another meeting to discuss the preacher's salary. There was&lt;br /&gt;much yelling and bickering about how much the clergyman's additional&lt;br /&gt;children were costing the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Preacher got up and spoke to the crowd, "Children are a gift&lt;br /&gt;from God," he said. Silence fell on the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back pew, a little old lady stood up and in her frail voice&lt;br /&gt;said, "Rain is also a gift from God, but when we get too much of it, we wear&lt;br /&gt;rubbers." And the congregation said, "Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5217733084158175210?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5217733084158175210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5217733084158175210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5217733084158175210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5217733084158175210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7843868424849207117</id><published>2008-06-10T01:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:27:01.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;~ Women think all beer is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women brush their hair before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women are paid less than men, except for one field: Modelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women never have anything to wear. Don't question the racks of  clothes in the closet; you 'just don't understand'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women need to cry. And they won't do it alone unless they know you  can hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women will always ask questions that have no right answer, in an  effort to trap you into feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women need to feel like there are people worse off than they are.  That's why soap operas and Oprah Winfrey-type shows are so successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women always go to public restrooms in groups. It gives them a  chance to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women do not know anything about cars. 'Oil-stick, oil doesn't  stick?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women love to talk. Silence intimidates them and they feel a need to  fill it, even if they have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women hate bugs. Even the strong-willed ones need a man around when  there's a spider or a wasp involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women can't keep secrets. They eat away at them from the inside. And  they don't view it as being untrustworthy, providing they only tell  two or three people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women love to shop. It is the one area of the world where they feel  like they're actually in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women especially love a bargain. The question of 'need' is  irrelevant; so don't bother pointing it out. Anything on sale is fair  game.  ~ Women never understand why men love toys. Men understand that they  wouldn't need toys if women had an 'on/off' switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't  looking, men kick cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women have better restrooms. They get the nice chairs and red  carpet. Men just get a large bowl to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The average number of items in a typical woman's bathroom is 437.  A  man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women don't understand the appeal of sports. Men seek  entertainment that allows them to escape reality. Women seek  entertainment that reminds them of how horrible things could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women can't refuse to answer a ringing phone, no matter what she's  doing. It might be the lottery calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ If a man goes on a seven-day trip, he'll pack five days worth of  clothes and will wear some things twice; if a woman goes on a seven  day trip she'll pack 21 outfits because she doesn't know what she'll  feel like wearing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women keep three different shampoos and two different conditioners  in the shower. After a woman showers, the bathroom will smell like a  tropical rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Women are never wrong. Apologizing is the man's responsibility,  'It's there in the Bible'. Hmmm, who was it that gave Adam the apple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7843868424849207117?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7843868424849207117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7843868424849207117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7843868424849207117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7843868424849207117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4057830193930012846</id><published>2008-06-09T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:02:03.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After driving up and down several lanes, I finally found a parking&lt;br /&gt;spot at the shopping mall. I noticed another man driving very slowly&lt;br /&gt;in the same direction, and, since he was closer, I gave him the "Are&lt;br /&gt;you going to park there?" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His responding gestures were very confusing. First he shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;Next he pointed at me, then at the parking space and then at himself,&lt;br /&gt;his watch and the mall. Finishing off, he frowned, raised his palms&lt;br /&gt;upward and shrugged. Once I parked, I walked over to the driver to&lt;br /&gt;make sure he didn't want the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be single," he replied. "If you were married, you would've&lt;br /&gt;known that was the universal sign for 'Go ahead and take the spot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my wife.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4057830193930012846?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4057830193930012846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4057830193930012846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4057830193930012846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4057830193930012846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/parking-confusion.html' title='Parking Confusion'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6387068729986924143</id><published>2008-06-09T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:06:07.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Johnny'/><title type='text'>Postman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Johnny told his mother that he had been playing Postman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Postman? How could you do that when you had no letters?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, I hadsome letters," replied Johnny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was looking in your closet up in your room and I found a packet of letters tied up with a ribbon, and I posted one under every door on the street."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6387068729986924143?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6387068729986924143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6387068729986924143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6387068729986924143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6387068729986924143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/postman.html' title='Postman?'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5852913174474049674</id><published>2008-06-09T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:53:54.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Genealogy Report</title><content type='html'>When my granddaughter, Ann, was nine-years-old, she was given an assignment by her teacher to write a story on "Where my family came from." The purpose was to understand her genealogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not aware of her assignment when she asked me at the dining room table one night, "Grandma, where did I come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded quite nervously, because my son and daughter-in-law were out of town and I was stalling until they returned home. "Well, honey, the stork brought you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did mom come from then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The stork brought her too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, then where did you come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The stork brought me too, dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Thanks, Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think anything more about it until two days later when I was cleaning Ann's room and read the first sentence of her paper, "For three generations, there have been no natural births in our family."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5852913174474049674?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5852913174474049674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5852913174474049674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5852913174474049674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5852913174474049674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/genealogy-report.html' title='Genealogy Report'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-8356331425914711997</id><published>2008-06-09T21:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:45:57.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You Know You're A Bad Cook IF....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- The last time you tried to make toast the kitchen caught on fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- You make tuna noodle surprise for your family and the surprise is that it glows in the dark! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Your homemade bread can be used as a door stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- The leftover crumbs make a great replacement for kitty litter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Your kids know what exactly peas porridge in a crockpot nine days old tastes like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The EPA requires that all your garbage cans be marked with large bright red 'biohazard' symbols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- You use the smoke alarm as a cooking timer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Your dog goes to the neighbors' to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- When you barbecue, two of your kids hold water guns and the third stands ready by the phone with 911 on speed-dial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- You've used three boxes of scouring pads, a bottle of Drano and a crowbar, and that macaroni and cheese still won't let go of the pan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Your family prays AFTER they eat! 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We asked him why they had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "All three men brought boxes to Baby Jesus." So we asked him what was in the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, in one of them there was a pooper-scooper!" he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that provoked a "why would the Wise Men bring a pooper-scooper?" question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on his face said we obviously didn't know ANYTHING and finally exasperated with us, he answered, "Well, why do you think? With all those animals in the stable Jesus is gonna need to have a pooper-scooper!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1480705464341593764?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1480705464341593764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=1480705464341593764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1480705464341593764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1480705464341593764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i14.tinypic.com/2zpppa8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1320682872808916672</id><published>2008-06-04T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:11:20.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frog'/><title type='text'>Like Chicken??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2wdcxi0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/2wdcxi0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4620172151006698669</id><published>2008-06-04T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:09:10.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frog'/><title type='text'>Frog Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/rirls7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/rirls7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4964163994657866709</id><published>2008-06-04T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:34:50.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><title type='text'>Hillbilly Vasectomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;After their 11th child, an Alabama couple decided that was enough, as they could not afford a larger bed.  So the husband went to his veterinarian and told him that he and his cousin didn't want to have any more children. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem but that it was expensive. 'A less costly alternative,' said the doctor, 'is to go home, get a cherry bomb, (fireworks are legal in Alabama) light it, put it in a beer can, then hold the can up to your ear and count to 10.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Alabamian said to the doctor, 'I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I don't see how putting a cherry bomb in a beer can next to my ear is going to help me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Trust me,' said the doctor. So the man went home, lit a cherry bomb and put it in a beer can. He held  the can up to his ear and began to count!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'1'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'2'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'3'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'4'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'5'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs and continued counting on his other hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This procedure also works in Tennessee, Kentucky, Arkansas, Texas, Louisiana, Georgia, Mississippi, Missouri, Florida, West Virginia and Washington DC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/20stvtv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4964163994657866709?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4964163994657866709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4964163994657866709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4964163994657866709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4964163994657866709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/hillbilly-vasectomy.html' title='Hillbilly Vasectomy'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/20stvtv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4159723643118334664</id><published>2008-06-04T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:27:17.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman.  One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, He paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;She agreed, but asked how he would know when the Baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write "Spaghetti" on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.?  "Honey," she said, "you received a very strange post card today." "Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it later," he said. The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;On the card was written:  "Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, and Spaghetti. Three with meatballs, two without.  Send extra sauce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4159723643118334664?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4159723643118334664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4159723643118334664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4159723643118334664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4159723643118334664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/spaghetti.html' title='Spaghetti'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-8403745894380724017</id><published>2008-06-04T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:20:44.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Porch</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A blonde teenager, wanting to earn some extra money or the summer, decided to hire herself out as a 'handy-woman' and started canvassing a nearby well-to-do neighborhood.  She went to the front door of the first house, and asked the owner if he had any odd jobs for her to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Well, I guess I could use somebody to paint my porch,' he said, 'How much will you charge me?' Delighted, the girl quickly responded, 'How about $50?'  The man agreed and told her that the paint brushes and everything she would need was in the garage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The man's wife, hearing the conversation said to her husband, 'Does she realize that our porch goes ALL the way around the house?'  He responded, 'That's a bit cynical, isn't it?'  The wife replied, 'You're right. I guess I'm starting to believe all those dumb blonde jokes we've been getting by e-mail lately.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Later that day, the blonde came to the door to collect her money. 'You're finished already?' the startled husband asked. 'Yes,' the blonde replied, 'and I even had paint left over, so I gave it two coats.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the $50.00 and handed it to her along with a ten dollar tip.  'And by the way,' the blonde added, 'it's not a Porch, it's a Lexus.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-8403745894380724017?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8403745894380724017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=8403745894380724017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/8403745894380724017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/8403745894380724017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/porch.html' title='The Porch'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6450106457261415910</id><published>2008-06-02T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:11:21.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxine'/><title type='text'>Maxine's Living Will... lol</title><content type='html'>Maxine's Living Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I, __________________________, being Of sound mind  and body, do not wish to be Kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be Put in the    hands of pinhead politicians who Couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested In simply running up the bills.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at   least one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Buttered Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Margarita&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Martini&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Cold Beer &lt;br /&gt;      ______ Chicken fried steak and cream gravy&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;      ______ French fries&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Pizza&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Bowl of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Cup of tea or coffee&lt;br /&gt;      ______ Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;      ______ All of the above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It should be presumed that I won't ever get better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending      physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/23j5rib.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6450106457261415910?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6450106457261415910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6450106457261415910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6450106457261415910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6450106457261415910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/maxines-living-will-lol.html' title='Maxine&apos;s Living Will... lol'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/23j5rib_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-926100212994900736</id><published>2008-06-01T10:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:53:11.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxine'/><title type='text'>Maxine Toons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="357" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/b4hy4p.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2n1c8qd.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-926100212994900736?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/926100212994900736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=926100212994900736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/926100212994900736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/926100212994900736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/maxine-toons.html' title='Maxine Toons'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/b4hy4p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1171017067794879876</id><published>2008-06-01T10:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:44:49.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxine'/><title type='text'>Maxine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/14n0m1g.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1171017067794879876?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1171017067794879876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=1171017067794879876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1171017067794879876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1171017067794879876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/maxine.html' title='Maxine'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/14n0m1g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6302493014671238623</id><published>2008-06-01T10:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:54:06.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Thought for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Map out your future, but do it in pencil."– Jon Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;About Jon Bon Jovi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jon Bon Jovi, the popular American musician and actor, rose to fame as the lead singer for the hard-rock band Bon Jovi, best known for their 1986 chart-topping album Slippery When Wet. He was born John Francis Bongiovi in New Jersey in 1962. After two years as a janitor at his uncle's recording studio, he persuaded a producer to record a demo, which became the surprise hit "Runaway." His film roles include Pay It Forward and Moonlight and Valentino. He lives in New Jersey with his wife and four children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2i1cthy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6302493014671238623?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6302493014671238623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6302493014671238623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6302493014671238623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6302493014671238623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-for-today.html' title='Thought for Today'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/2i1cthy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1158975709405441284</id><published>2008-06-01T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:42:14.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><title type='text'>Robbery in Colorado with Womens Underwear</title><content type='html'>Sat May 31, 12:08 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;ARVADA, Colo. - Police in a Colorado town are searching for two robbers whose masks showed plenty of fashion sense but little modesty: women's thong underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surveillance video released this week by police in Arvada, Colo., shows two unarmed men inside the convenience store. They stole an undisclosed amount of cash and cigarettes in the robbery May 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man wore a green thong and the other wore blue. Each thong barely covered the man's nose, mouth and chin and left the rest of his face exposed. One also wore a pink backpack in which he stuffed the stolen items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspects also wore T-shirts and pants and were described as in their 20s. One had a left arm tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1158975709405441284?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1158975709405441284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=1158975709405441284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1158975709405441284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1158975709405441284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/06/robbery-in-colorado-with-womens.html' title='Robbery in Colorado with Womens Underwear'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7998037778493207471</id><published>2008-05-30T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:42:56.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Welcome to BabyFroggee's Wild Kingdom Blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Their will be a number of things listed here. Jokes, true stories, sentimental stuff involving me and other things that I find useful to use. Have a Froggie Day! Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2efjeps.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7998037778493207471?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7998037778493207471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7998037778493207471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7998037778493207471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7998037778493207471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/2efjeps_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-2726104908655011118</id><published>2008-05-30T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:40:50.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Johnny'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny's Big Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Little Johnny watched his daddy's car pass by th scholl playground and go into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunt Karen in a passionate embrace. Little Johnny found this so exciting that he could not contain himself as he ran home and started to tell his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Mommy, I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Karen. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Karen a big kiss, then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Karen helped Daddy taken his pants off, then Aunt Karen...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At ths point Mommy cut him off. "Johnny, this is such an interesting story. Why don't you save the rest of it for supper time? I want to see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"At the dinner table, Mommy asked little Johnny to tell his story. Johnny started his story: "I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Karen. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Karen a big kiss, then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Karen helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Karen and Daddy started doing the same thing that Mommy and Uncle Jack used to do when Daddy was in the Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Moral: Sometimes you need to listen to the whole story before you interrupt! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-2726104908655011118?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2726104908655011118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=2726104908655011118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2726104908655011118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2726104908655011118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-johnnys-big-story.html' title='Little Johnny&apos;s Big Story'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3415896559829276343</id><published>2008-05-30T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:36:26.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>The HairCut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/9ljsp4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A young boy had just gotten his driver's permit and inquired of his father, an evangelist, if they could discuss his use of the car. His father said I'll make a deal with you. You bring your grades up from a C to a B average, study your Bible a little, get your hair cut and we'll talk about the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Well, the boy thought about that for a moment, and decided that he'd settle for the offer, and they agreed on it. After about six weeks they went into the study, where his father said, "Son, I've been real proud. You brought your grades up, and I've observed that you have been studying your Bible, and participating a lot more in the Bible study groups. But, I'm real disappointed, since you haven't gotten your hair cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"The young man paused a moment, and then said, "You know, Dad, I've been thinking about that, and I've noticed in my studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the Baptist had long hair, Moses had long hair and there's even a strong argument that Jesus had long hair." To this his father replied, "Did you also notice that they all walked everywhere they went?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3415896559829276343?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3415896559829276343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3415896559829276343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3415896559829276343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3415896559829276343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/haircut.html' title='The HairCut'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/9ljsp4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7290661952903816467</id><published>2008-05-30T12:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:23:52.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2yto7m1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Valentine's Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A rose I give to the one I love&lt;br /&gt;A gift that seems so small&lt;br /&gt;It represents so very much&lt;br /&gt;Our love the most of allA petal for the friendship&lt;br /&gt;A petal for the touch&lt;br /&gt;A petal for the trust we share&lt;br /&gt;Our love it means so muchA petal for the kindness&lt;br /&gt;The caring that you show&lt;br /&gt;A petal for the comfort given&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling lowA petal for the laughter&lt;br /&gt;And how your eyes do shine&lt;br /&gt;A petal for the dreams we share&lt;br /&gt;And how they intertwineA petal for the deep respect&lt;br /&gt;Which you give with ease&lt;br /&gt;A petal for the love you show&lt;br /&gt;And how you wish to please.A petal for the love we share&lt;br /&gt;A petal for the bliss&lt;br /&gt;A petal for the gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;A petal for your kissA rose I give to the one I love&lt;br /&gt;A gift that seems so small&lt;br /&gt;It represents so very much&lt;br /&gt;Our love the most of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO4SCxuQYkU/RnkYYGb7pqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ax37giOkJ6w/s1600-h/mschrts_goh_HVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7290661952903816467?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7290661952903816467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7290661952903816467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7290661952903816467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7290661952903816467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/valentines-flower.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Flower'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/2yto7m1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1285964062422128377</id><published>2008-05-30T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:19:38.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>All Human Beings Have Evil Tendencies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All human beings have evil tendencies, but James teaches us that God will give us more and more grace to meet these tendencies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent much of my Christian life trying to meet my own evil tendencies. All my trying brought much frustration. I had to come to a place of humility. I had to learn that God gives grace to the humble/not the proud.We have our own ideas about what we can accomplish, but often we think more highly of ourselves than we ought. We should have a humble attitude, knowing that apart from God, we can do nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are planning your own way, trying to make things happen in the strength of your own flesh, then you are frustrated. You probably have said, "No matter what I do, nothing seems to work!" Nothing will ever work until you learn to trust in God's grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relax. Let God be God. Stop being so hard on yourself. Change is a process, it comes little by little.  You are on your way to perfection. Enjoy the trip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1285964062422128377?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1285964062422128377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=1285964062422128377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1285964062422128377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1285964062422128377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-human-beings-have-evil-tendencies.html' title='All Human Beings Have Evil Tendencies'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3147345126868689979</id><published>2008-05-30T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:16:46.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Rest Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest. [I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls] (Matthew 11:28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Getting stress out of your life takes more than prayer alone. You must take action to make changes and stop doing whatever is causing the stress. You can learn to calm down in the way you handle things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus invited us to come to Him if we are overburdened. He promised to refresh us if we are weary, worn out, or overworked. Take time to go to Jesus anytime you feel that you are going over the edge of peace and into the pit of stress. Let His presence refill and refresh you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3147345126868689979?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3147345126868689979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3147345126868689979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3147345126868689979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3147345126868689979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/rest-awhile.html' title='Rest Awhile'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-1765998341483678117</id><published>2008-05-30T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:08:47.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Come Apart to Stay Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And the effect of righteousness will be peace [internal and external], and the result of righteousness will be quietness and confident trust forever (Isaiah 32:17). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If you are feeling compelled to do so much that you are physically worn out, you may be driven instead of led. Remember, you have to come apart from a busy routine before you come apart yourself. You have to get away from everything before you come apart physically, mentally, and emotionally. Give yourself time to get a good night's sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It is tempting to do everything that everybody else is doing, be involved in everything, know everything, hear everything, and be everywhere, but it isn't God's best for you. Be willing to separate yourself from compulsive activity before you come apart at the seams! Spend time with God, and ask Him to give order to your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-1765998341483678117?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1765998341483678117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=1765998341483678117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1765998341483678117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/1765998341483678117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/come-apart-to-stay-together.html' title='Come Apart to Stay Together'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7977441229023826822</id><published>2008-05-29T23:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:36:12.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Men Do Remember Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MEN DO REMEMBER ANNIVERSARIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband is not in bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wiped a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee. What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room, "Why are you down here at this time of night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring and sensitive. "Yes, I do" she replies. The husband paused. The words were not coming easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car?" "Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The husband continued. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said, "Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20 years?" "I remember that too" she replied softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He wiped another tear from his cheek and said..."I would have gotten out today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7977441229023826822?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7977441229023826822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7977441229023826822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7977441229023826822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7977441229023826822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/men-do-remember-anniversaries.html' title='Men Do Remember Anniversaries'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5045070500346006909</id><published>2008-05-29T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:22:44.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>BBQ Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are about to enter the summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is importantto refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity, as it's the only type of cooking a 'real' man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved. When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Routine... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1) The woman buys the food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes the important part:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More routine.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Important again:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More routine.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces,and brings them to the table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And most important of all:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off." And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5045070500346006909?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5045070500346006909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5045070500346006909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5045070500346006909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5045070500346006909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/bbq-season.html' title='BBQ Season'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4113605432087043455</id><published>2008-05-29T23:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:14:46.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><title type='text'>Top 20 Things you don't Say to A Cop when Pulled Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The top 20 things not to say to a cop when he pulls you over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;20. I can't reach my license unless you hold my beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;19. Sorry officer, I didn't realize my radar detector wasn't plugged in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;18. Aren't you the guy from the villiage people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17. Hey, you must have been doing 125 to keep up with me, good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;16. I thought you had to be in relatively good physical shape to be a police officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;15. I was going to be a cop, but I decided to finish high school instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14. Bad cop. No donut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13. You're not going to check the trunk, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12. Gee, that gut sure doesn't inspire confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11. Didn't I see you get your butt kicked on cops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. Is it true that people become cops because they are too dumb to work at McDonalds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. I pay your salary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. So uh, you on the take or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Gee officer, that's terrific. The last officer only gave me a warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Do you know why you pulled me over? Okay, just so one of us does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. I was trying to keep up with traffic. Yes, I know there is no other cars around, that's how far they area head of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. What do you mean have I been drinking? You are the trained specialist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Well, when I reached down to pick up my bag ofcrack, my gun fell off of my lap and got lodged between the brake and the gas pedal, forcing me to speed out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Hey, is that a 9mm? That's nothing compared to this 44 magnum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Hey, can you give me another one of those full cavity searches?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4113605432087043455?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4113605432087043455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4113605432087043455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4113605432087043455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4113605432087043455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-20-things-you-dont-say-to-cop-when.html' title='Top 20 Things you don&apos;t Say to A Cop when Pulled Over'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4333860613043654670</id><published>2008-05-29T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:04:33.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Office Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;**Rome did not create a great empire by having meetings, they did it by killing all those who opposed them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** If you can stay calm, while all around you is chaos...then you probably haven't completely understood the seriousness of the situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Doing a job RIGHT the first time gets the job done. Doing the job WRONG fourteen times gives you job security.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** A person who smiles in the face of adversity...probably has a scapegoat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** If at first you don't succeed, try management.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Never put off until tomorrow what you can avoid altogether.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** TEAMWORK...means never having to take all the blame yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** The beatings will continue until morale improves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Never underestimate the power of very stupid people in large groups.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** We waste time, so you don't have to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Hang in there, retirement is only thirty years away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Go the extra mile. It makes your boss look like an incompetent slacker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** A snooze button is a poor substitute for no alarm clock at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** When the going gets tough, the tough take a coffee break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** INDECISION is the key to FLEXIBILITY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Succeed in spite of management.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Aim Low, Reach Your Goals, Avoid Disappointment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4333860613043654670?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4333860613043654670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4333860613043654670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4333860613043654670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4333860613043654670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/office-jokes.html' title='Office Jokes'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-2742613922976612561</id><published>2008-05-29T12:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:51:02.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>One Day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Hot Comments" href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hot Comments" src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/commenthaven/graphics/quote-graphics/qb-49.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hot Comments" href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hot Comments&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CommentHaven.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day a mother died .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of her bedroom, the daughter was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more hugs, no more lucky moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, No more 'just one minute' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away. never to return before we can say good-bye, Say 'I Love You.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So while we have it . . it's best we love it . . And care for it and fix it when it's broken and take good care of it when it's sick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is true for marriage ... and friendships &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And children with bad report cards; And dogs with bad hips; And aging parents and grandparents We keep them because they are worth it, Because we cherish them! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, No matter what. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is important, and so are the people we know And so, we keep them close! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I received this from someone today who thought I was a 'KEEPER'! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I sent It to the people I Think of in the same way! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you very much for being a special part of MY Life ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-2742613922976612561?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2742613922976612561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=2742613922976612561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2742613922976612561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/2742613922976612561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-day.html' title='One Day.....'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3794180121917759787</id><published>2008-05-29T12:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:36:44.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Heroe's Unaware</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a title="Hot Comments" href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hot Comments" src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/commenthaven/graphics/memorial-day/1_always-remember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hot Comments" href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hot Comments&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CommentHaven.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HEROES UNAWARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;By Mark A. Wright, HMC(SS)22 June, 2000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I first saw him on a park bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've seen him every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sitting in a shady grove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where my children come to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes he feeds the birds and squirrels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Or whittles little toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes he just sits and smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At the laughing girls and boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I never paid him any mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'Till one day just this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I noticed that he wore a frown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And on his cheek ... a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well I asked him why he seemed so down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He looked up, began to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I lost half my friends 60 years ago today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He told me of the terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As he fought to reach dry land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;By the time the beachhead was secure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Half his friends lay in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That was just in one long day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He fought on for 4 years more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the 60 years from then to now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have not dimmed His sights of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He said they have reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just to keep in touch and share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And for each comrade who has gone on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They leave an empty chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, His park bench has been empty now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;About 6 months or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And if I'd never took the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then I never would've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That sitting on that simple bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;With bread crumbs and little toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Was a man who gave his all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To guarantee my daily joys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So give thanks to all the men and women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Who're still here or have gone before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And made the highest sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In both Peace time and in War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Because they bought our freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Paid their own blood, sweat, and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then endured the heartache of those empty chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So please do not ignore them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Or speed by without a care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'Cause you never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When you might pass by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A hero, unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3794180121917759787?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3794180121917759787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3794180121917759787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biker'/><title type='text'>Just a Biker?  (Dedicated to Holly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Hot Comments" href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hot Comments" src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/commenthaven/graphics/quote-graphics/qb-54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hot Comments" href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hot Comments&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CommentHaven.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST A BIKER??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But you didn't see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn't see me cry as my children where born or have their name written over and in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing she was safe behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn't see me leave the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because I died that day you cut me off. I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE ARE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dedicated to the memory of bikers who have lost their lives because those extra seconds were not taken to see if they were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Please be respectful of bikers... Cars don't own the road... *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-14862141619649852?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/14862141619649852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=14862141619649852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/14862141619649852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/14862141619649852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-biker-dedicated-to-holly.html' title='Just a Biker?  (Dedicated to Holly)'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-5095029577438641298</id><published>2008-05-28T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:59:42.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Old Ladies Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com" target="_blank" title="Hot Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/commenthaven/graphics/quote-graphics/qb-71.jpg" border="0" alt="Hot Comments" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com" target="_blank" title="Hot Comments"&gt;Hot Comments&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com" target="_blank"&gt;CommentHaven.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com" target="_blank" title="Hot Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/commenthaven/graphics/redneck/redneck-0-20.gif" border="0" alt="Hot Comments" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com" target="_blank" title="Hot Comments"&gt;Hot Comments&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com" target="_blank"&gt;CommentHaven.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An older woman gets pulled over for speeding ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Is there a problem, Officer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: "Ma'am, you were speeding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "Oh, I see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: "Can I see your license, please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "I'd give it to you but I don't have one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: "You don't have one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "Lost it four years ago for drunk driving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: "I see. Show me your vehicle registration papers, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "I can't do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: "Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "I stole this car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: "You stole it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: "You did what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The officer slowly backs away to his car and calls for backup. Within minutes, five police vehicles circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, his hand clasping his half-drawn gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senior Officer: "Ma'am, step out of your vehicle please!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The woman steps out of her vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "Is there a problem, officer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senior Officer: "One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "Gracious! Murdered the owner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senior Officer: "Yes, ma'am. Please open the trunk of your car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but empty space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senior Officer: "Is this your car, ma'am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "Of course it is. Here are the registration papers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The officer is quite stunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senior Officer: "Ma'am, my officer claims that you do not have a driver's license."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The officer examines the license and hands it back to her, looking puzzled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senior Officer: "Thank you ma'am. My officer told me you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woman: "Oh, my goodness! And I'll bet the liar told you I was speeding, too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-5095029577438641298?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5095029577438641298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=5095029577438641298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5095029577438641298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/5095029577438641298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-ladies-rock.html' title='Old Ladies Rock!'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4871012921290026533</id><published>2008-05-28T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:28:51.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illegal Aliens'/><title type='text'>Becoming Illegal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STILL WAITING FOR MY FORM.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Becoming Illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Actual letter from an Iowa resident and sent to his senator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honorable Tom Harkin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;731 Hart Senate Office Building &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phone (202) 224 3254 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Washington DC , 20510&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Senator Harkin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a native Iowan and excellent customer of the Internal Revenue Service, I am writing to ask for your assistance. I have contacted the Department of Homeland Security in an effort to determine the process for becoming an illegal alien and they referred me to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary reason for wishing to change my status from U.S. Citizen to illegal alien stems from the bill which was recently passed by the Senate and for which you voted. If my understanding of this bill's provisions is accurate, as an illegal alien who has been in the United States for five years, all I need to do to become a citizen is to pay a $2,000 fine and income taxes for three of the last five years. I know a good deal when I see one and I am anxious to get the process started before everyone figures it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, those of us who have been here legally have had to pay taxes every year so I'm excited about the prospect of avoiding two years of taxes in return for paying a $2,000 fine. Is there any way that I can apply to be illegal retroactively? This would yield an excellent result for me and my family because we paid heavy taxes in 2004 and 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, as an illegal alien I could begin using the local emergency room as my primary health care provider. Once I have stopped paying premiums for medical insurance, my accountant figures I could save almost $10,000 a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another benefit in gaining illegal status is that my daughter would receive preferential treatment relative to her law school applications, as well as 'in-state' tuition rates for many colleges throughout the United States for my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I understand that illegal status would relieve me the burden of renewing my driver's license and making those burdensome car insurance premiums. This is very important to me given that I still have college age children driving my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would provide me with an outline of the process to become illegal (retroactively if possible) and copies of the necessary forms, I would be most appreciative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your assistance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Loyal Constituent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Donald Ruppert &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Burlington , IA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your Forms NOW!! Call your Internal Revenue Service at 1-800-289-1040.&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this onto your friends so they can save on this great offer!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4871012921290026533?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4871012921290026533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4871012921290026533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4871012921290026533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/4871012921290026533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/becoming-illegal.html' title='Becoming Illegal'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-6693834605017702492</id><published>2008-05-28T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:17:21.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't talk your way out of what you've behaved yourself into.--Stephen Covey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-6693834605017702492?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/6693834605017702492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=6693834605017702492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6693834605017702492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/6693834605017702492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-4698588687482248716</id><published>2008-05-28T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:35:26.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Two Blonde Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/2qko3ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2qko3ra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A couple of blonde men in a pickup truck drove into a lumberyard. One of the blonde men walked in the office and said, "We need some four-by-twos." The clerk said, "You mean two-by-fours, don't you?" The man said, "I'll go check," and went back to the truck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He returned a minute later and said, "Yeah, I meant two-by-fours." "All right. How long do you need them?" asked the clerk. The customer paused for a minute and said, "Uh...I'd better go check." After a while, the blonde man returned to the office and said, "A long time. We're gonna build a house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-4698588687482248716?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4698588687482248716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=4698588687482248716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-3979292553143683798</id><published>2008-05-28T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:39:42.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><title type='text'>Angels Amoung Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel Knocking at the Door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a frantic knock&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor's office door,&lt;br /&gt;A knock, more urgent than&lt;br /&gt;he had ever heard before.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Come in, Come in,"&lt;br /&gt;the impatient doctor said,&lt;br /&gt;"Come in, Come in,&lt;br /&gt;before you wake the dead."&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;In walked a frightened little girl,&lt;br /&gt;a child no more than nine,&lt;br /&gt;It was plain for all to see,&lt;br /&gt;she had troubles on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Oh doctor, I beg you,&lt;br /&gt;please come with me,&lt;br /&gt;My mother is surely dying,&lt;br /&gt;she's as sick as she can be."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"I don't make house calls,&lt;br /&gt;bring your mother here,"&lt;br /&gt;"But she's too sick,&lt;br /&gt;so you must come or she will die I fear."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The doctor, touched by her devotion,&lt;br /&gt;decided he would go,&lt;br /&gt;She said he would be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;more than he could know.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;She led him to her house&lt;br /&gt;where her mother lay in bed,&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was so very sick&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't raise her head.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;But her eyes cried out for help&lt;br /&gt;and help her the doctor did,&lt;br /&gt;She would have died that very night&lt;br /&gt;had it not been for her kid.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The doctor got her fever down&lt;br /&gt;and she lived through the night,&lt;br /&gt;And morning brought the doctor signs,&lt;br /&gt;that she would be all right.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said he had to leave&lt;br /&gt;but would return again by two,&lt;br /&gt;And later he came back to check,&lt;br /&gt;just like he said he'd do.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The mother praised the doctor&lt;br /&gt;for all the things he'd done,&lt;br /&gt;He told her she would have died,&lt;br /&gt;were it not for her little one.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"How proud you must be&lt;br /&gt;of your wonderful little girl,&lt;br /&gt;It was her pleading that made me come,&lt;br /&gt;she is really quite a pearl!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"But doctor, my daughter died&lt;br /&gt;over three years ago,&lt;br /&gt;Is the picture on the wall&lt;br /&gt;of the little girl you know?"&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The doctors legs went limp&lt;br /&gt;for the picture on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Was the same little girl&lt;br /&gt;for whom he'd made this call.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The doctor stood motionless,&lt;br /&gt;for quite a little while,&lt;br /&gt;And then his solemn face,&lt;br /&gt;was broken by his smile.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;He was thinking of that frantic knock&lt;br /&gt;heard at his office door,&lt;br /&gt;And of the beautiful little angel&lt;br /&gt;that had walked across his floor.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Share the Blessing of Heavenly Love!&lt;br /&gt;If this E-mail meant nothing to you,&lt;br /&gt;you may go ahead and delete it because&lt;br /&gt;you will not receive bad luck&lt;br /&gt;only a smaller, mis-shaped heart.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;But if you shared the same emotions as I,&lt;br /&gt;then send it to all who will care.&lt;br /&gt;And as you send it to each person,&lt;br /&gt;your heart will grow bigger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW there are Angels among us.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-3979292553143683798?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3979292553143683798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=3979292553143683798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3979292553143683798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/3979292553143683798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/angels-amoung-us.html' title='Angels Amoung Us'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7563703197591487516</id><published>2008-05-28T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:23:56.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/iz3h2t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/iz3h2t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom? "Because I'm a woman," she told him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said,"And you never will, but that's O.K."....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Later the little boy asked his father,"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, Still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;GOD answered.... .. "When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up through sickness and fatigue without complaining. ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly.... She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I gave her strength to care for her husband despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him. Unfalteringly. ... For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and it is her only weakness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When you see her cry,tell her how much you love her and all she does for everyone and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She is special! Please send this to women you know, and those with mothers, sisters and special women in their lives. But, also send this to men so they will understand about what a wonderful thing a woman is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love Your Mother Always and Keep Her Smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7563703197591487516?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7563703197591487516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7563703197591487516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7563703197591487516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7563703197591487516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/iz3h2t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7560618731306987832</id><published>2008-05-28T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:30:51.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pickles'/><title type='text'>Pickles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/2dkbjm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2dkbjm9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7560618731306987832?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7560618731306987832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7560618731306987832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7560618731306987832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7560618731306987832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Pickles'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/2dkbjm9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7512084582491875986</id><published>2008-05-28T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:53:30.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 Years'/><title type='text'>THINGS THAT IT TOOK ME OVER 50 YEARS TO LEARN By Dave Barry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THINGS THAT IT TOOK ME OVER 50 YEARS TO LEARN By Dave Barry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. You should not confuse your career with your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. Never lick a steak knife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;13. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;14. Your friends love you anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;15. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FINAL Thought for the day: Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The way to be happy is to make others so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7512084582491875986?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7512084582491875986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7512084582491875986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7512084582491875986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7512084582491875986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-it-took-me-over-50-years-to.html' title='THINGS THAT IT TOOK ME OVER 50 YEARS TO LEARN By Dave Barry'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323900671383277848.post-7514341961825874091</id><published>2008-05-28T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:12:13.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Cute Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SD2MxnK-AtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jqxdPmKi9h8/s1600-h/9943b34d05c0695d17bb47ba83a823a1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205471528266629842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SD2MxnK-AtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jqxdPmKi9h8/s320/9943b34d05c0695d17bb47ba83a823a1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman asks her husband, "Would you like some bacon and eggs? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A slice of toast and maybe some grapefruit and coffee?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He declines. "Thanks for asking, but I'm not hungry right now. It's this Viagra," he says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's really taken the edge off my appetite." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At lunchtime she asked if he would like something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He declines. "The Viagra," he says, "really trashes my desire for food." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come dinner time, she asks if he wants anything to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He declines again. "No," he says, "It's got to be the Viagra... I'm still not hungry". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well," she says, "Would you mind letting me up? I'm starving!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323900671383277848-7514341961825874091?l=babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7514341961825874091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323900671383277848&amp;postID=7514341961825874091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7514341961825874091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323900671383277848/posts/default/7514341961825874091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyfroggeeswildkingdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/cute-story.html' title='Cute Story'/><author><name>Baby Froggee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898526635684889437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/Sg7rToak4EI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pXur7_qzt-Q/S220/Smile_Froggie_Yvonne-vi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blFAOKDng8k/SD2MxnK-AtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jqxdPmKi9h8/s72-c/9943b34d05c0695d17bb47ba83a823a1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
