Hot Dog!

Okay, so on Monday February 28th I got a tooth pulled. I could barely open my mouth or talk or anything. I get home and am just sitting in my living room. My mom does daycare so there were kids running all around me. As lunch time approached, a wonderful smell filled my nostrils. HOT DOGS.


Now normally, I'm not that big of a hot dog fan. I like them and all, but they wouldn't be my first choice most of the time. This day was different. My jaw was all bruised, numb and bleeding. I couldn't eat anything solid. All I'd eaten was apple sauce and yogurt. Let me just tell you; fruit does not sate hunger. It just doesn't work like that.


So I'm sitting there in utter agony aching for a hot dog. I thought about it for like three days after that. Then one day for school lunch we had "chili" dogs. Hot dogs with chili sauce. They're gross. However, we had the option of getting a hot dog without chili sauce. And thus, I got a hot dog!!!! 


It was amazing. I haven't really wanted one ever since. Then yesterday in lunch, Maci, Tyler, Kayleah and I were eating lunch in a peaceful manner; the usual round of strange conversations hadn't started yet. We were all focused on our food. Maci all of a sudden looks up from her chicken nuggets and sighs. "I reeeaaally want a hot dog," she exclaimed.


So the unbearable hunger for a hot dog is a contagious disease. We decided we all needed to go on a date to Weiner Works. Maci, Tyler and I wanted to go tonight, but Kayleah has a date. She said she could bring her date with her, but we didn't want one of Kayleah's 3 day ladies there with her one year old baby ruining our night. Maybe this lady will cancel on Kayleah and we can all have HOT DOGS again!


PS: Love you, Kayleah ;)

What a day for a Frog :)

If I was a frog, I would love today.

After a long hard winter of doing whatever frogs do in the winter (I'm no frog expert) I'd finally get to begin hoppin' around again and junk. Even though today is colder than it has been, as a frog I probably wouldn't really mind it so much.

Also, it's supposed to rain again. I think it may have rained a bit this morning, but not enough for me to have noticed. But it did rain the other day, so all of the rivers and stuff are full (or whatever).

Frogs always remind me of my grandma. She used to be a big frog enthusiast. When I was younger she had so much frog stuff. Frog rugs, frog clocks, frog coffee mugs, glass frogs, wooden frogs, metal frogs. She kept all of them in an extra bedroom at her house. Grandmas are notorious for collecting things, but my Grandma Mary was different than most. She would actually let us play with her collection. I remember sitting with Maci in that extra bedroom for hours playing house or dress up or whatever. The frog items were always our main accessories.

As the years passed, she kind of stopped collecting. My grandpa would always tell her that he felt like the house was overrun with frogs. He'd always tell her, "Get that crap out of here, Mary!" She knew he was joking, but nonetheless she asked people not to buy her so much. She threw and gave away a lot of it.

I've never been a big fan of frogs (real or fake) but I love the memories they bring up.

...but I do like Frogger....