I have been sitting here debating on telling you guys the story behind Frog, because once you know I am sure many of you will have a different opinion of me, and some of you may not even care to talk to me again, but such is life, the truth is the truth and I cannot change it.
First I will tell you how I come to have the Frog. Last August our refrigerator died and since both Jan & I are on a low fixed income, we didn't really have the money to run out and buy a new one. We looked for used ones but all we found was junk, then we went to the Sears scratch & dent store and found an 18cf for $500. On the way home we were discussing how we could raise the money and we passed an AARON's lease to own place. They had a brand new 24cf refrigertor that had been leased out for three months to stage a condo prior to sale and it was returned, totally unused, but since it was leased out once they had to sell it as a used machine so they said they could give us the $500 price, with zero down and delivery the next day and 12 months payments. Jan said she had $200 in the household budget but she would be all in with that. I told her to put something down, have them deliver right away and I would make the monthly payments and call it a Christmas present for her. (Now keep in mind, Jan & I have been friend for over 30 yrs but this is her house, I just rent a room). The next day we got the fridge with an unpaid bal of $279 so I decided I could pay $75 a month and have it paid off by Christmas, but in doing so, it left me a grand total of $18 a month for spending money. Needless to say, Jan & I both agreed not to worry about any Christmas presents but the day before Christmas I put a big red bow and a copy of the paid receipt on the door of the fridge with a card to Jan that said Merry Christmas.
In the mean time Jan had put up a small Xmass tree and on Christmas morning when I awoke and came through the living room there was a present under the tree. Jan handed me the present and said "I just couldn't resist this one". I sat down, took a sip from my coffee and opened the present and there he was, the frog, with the biggest smile and bright eyes i had ever seen, it sort of warmed my heart.
Jan says, "I know you have all those smaller plush frogs on your computer desk, but I was shopping in the thrift store and there he was hanging on the wall, I just couldn't resist getting him". Well, I have to tell you, it was love at first sight. I took to the frog like a 7yr old would take to a teddy bear.
And now for the rest of the story, as Paul Harvey used to say. Since I have been posting the pics of Frog someone asked me if I am a writer? To which I replied no. In fact, I am a retired Plumber although I am certified in 6 building trades, long haul truck driving, warehouse management, and formerly a professional photographer many years ago.
Now others have asked me if I am crazy? The answer to that question is "Yes", I am as crazy as an outhouse mouse and I have half a dozen head shrinks that would confirm it. Some months ago there was a discussion about Bi-polar disorder and I went into detail about what its like to live with the condition. In my case its much more complicated. In addition to having a very advanced Bi-polar condition known as Manic-Depressant, I also deal with PTSD, Acrophobia(fear of leaving the house) and Panic Disorder. Now as if that ain't enough, I also have COPD.
With the Acrophobia and Panic Disorder I very seldom leave the confines of the house. Now I don't mean days or weeks, right now I have only been out of the house 7 times since New Years and that was to go grocery shopping 5 times and to my doctor twice. As a result, I have no friend to interact with, save for you ppl here in GW. I have a daughter who lives 6 miles from here but she has not stopped by, called or sent me an email since last October and the rest of my family is 600 miles from here so my only interaction with others is to talk to Jan or the Frog, but then I like talking to Frog cause I can tell him all my secrets and he don't gossip them around the neighborhood.
Now many of you will think me rabid azz nuts to talk to the frog, but my doctor says it is a good therapy and I have fun thinking up all the things he can get into. Not only do I think them up, but I have to build the props for the photo, then shoot and process the photo so it keeps my mind off some of my other problems and it helps me maintain my sanity, or rather, whats left of it.
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