My (very coolio) sister found the following image on the web, and promptly made it her msn messenger image type thing. (I don't really use msn messenger, so I'm not all that familiar with what that image type thing really is.)
Anyway--here 'tis!
(Thanks to Worth1000.com for this totally unauthorized use of this picture! By the way, scroll through the page to see other fabulous froggy pics.)
So, the really utterly coolio thing is that, along with the above image, my sister has included as her msn messenger tagline: "Some frogs just shouldn't be kissed."
Did I already say 'coolio?'
Oh. I did?
Well, it still is.
10 comments:
Freaky.
Best google image find EVER
Now...what was the search you did to find this again? Can't remember what you told me...
I agree with Kim. I have never seen a small amphibian look so sinister. At least I hope it's small...
So I haven't been able to check your blog for like...forever and just spent a half hour reading through all the great stuff I'd missed and just wanted to make a few points:
ahem
1. I think you should go to Boston...or come live with me in DC. I of course would like the second option better and DC is way closer to Boston than Utah is.
2. I totally understand what you mean with the whole dumptruck thing. In highschool this girl in sunday school was going around the room saying what type of car we would all be and all the girls were pretty, little, fast cars and I was a....truck. So I've been labeled a truck by others, not just by myself. Pretty and rich people certainly don't have the monopoly on happiness in relationships. "I wish someone would love me for who I am rather than my (money/looks/awesome blog). To quote, well...paraphrase, Zhuangzi "A woman known throughout the world as the prettiest woman to ever live is ugly according to a fish. He will swim away from her as fast as he can every time he sees her." Who decided what was beautiful? Fish. That's who. Ignore fish...look for a real man.
3. That frog picture is really kinda creepy. I like it!
I think that about sums it up. Except....please please please come see me when you come out here! Sorry about the length.
What is it Anne says? "Wild horses couldn't drag it from me!" Except, in this case, "Wild horses couldn't drag me from you!" Or rather, "Wild horses couldn't keep me from visiting you!" Except why they would want to keep me from visiting you, I can only guess.
Okay, so that paragraph didn't pan out the way I had planned...but HEY! PAM! :^D I will SO come and see you! Wild horses...well...you get the picture.
And Boston...Boston is like a song that makes my heart stretch & open like (oh, cheesycheesy) a rose. No, but seriously--thinking about Boston makes me feel like I feel when the wind blows through me--vitalized & alive and empowered and ME. I think I need to go there; I'm just afraid (and worried and anxious) about the details.
Blechy details.
And DC....Hm....DC....I'll ponder upon't. But my heck--wouldn't it be fabulous to bash around DC together?!? Even if I DO move to Boston rather than DC, I will have to come & bash frequently in DC, and you can come and bash in Boston!
(By the way--if you are a truck, you are the most completely spiffy truck that ever existed--you are the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang of trucks, but with much cooler features, like a stun-gun and a popsicle maker. Like I said. Spiffy. :^))
I hope the popsicle maker makes 50-50 bars. Mmm.
I think I'd be a Volvo - safe and not too flashy.
How do you diagnose someone who has never liked cars much? Someone who waited to the age of 27 to get her license because she just didn't care? (Also it frightened her somewhat to drive a mass of metal that could turn into a lethal weapon at high speeds).
Can I be either a horse and carriage or an airplane?
Actually, Cathy, I'd classify you as a horse. All natural, and better at negotiating back-country trails than the average carriage.
Incidentally, I completely relate to the "intimidated by big and potentially lethal mass of metal" thing. When I first started driving, I often reflected that, while horses don't have CD players and air conditioning, they do have the sense not to run into things. After a century of evolution, cars still haven't mastered that principle.
Cathy, you could definitely be a horse & carriage, but people do often seem to kind of fit the car they drive. Do you have a Dodge Stratus? That's cool! Well...but you have much more character than that...your car is just too new.
Oh! You could be a surrey with a fringe on the top! And, you know, driven by a pair of milk-white horses?
Yah. That works, right???
Me, I'm happy relating to Jade. She's not as young as she once was, and she has some dings & some...ahem...interesting features (see my August 30th post) and she's really pretty dusty inside...But I like her. And I like me too. Pretty much most of the time.
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