tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779574942908226972024-03-13T08:28:47.830-04:00Reigning Frog's BlogPersonal opines on pop culture, shampoo and my life.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-39317234743414948182010-03-11T09:38:00.002-05:002010-03-11T10:15:10.714-05:00Lost in "Lost"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3spCcUppReapy_go24Vg6XjstvA6ewMWU9LLYUqEDdy4jzc94rbQgROf2izJUNeYDkYCrkQGy8bPM1LWsJbCbFPZUeY7eMkVOKLwNVDMAPW8y66n9OlQvENaEmZ4aAO7vjjmIR2MLW_Z/s1600-h/lost-logo1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3spCcUppReapy_go24Vg6XjstvA6ewMWU9LLYUqEDdy4jzc94rbQgROf2izJUNeYDkYCrkQGy8bPM1LWsJbCbFPZUeY7eMkVOKLwNVDMAPW8y66n9OlQvENaEmZ4aAO7vjjmIR2MLW_Z/s400/lost-logo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447385894360423906" /></a><br /><div>After a couple seasons of sitting on my procrastination list, I have finally dug into watching <i>Lost </i>beginning with episode 1. The entire series is on Hulu for the time being, so all 100 plus episodes are at my disposal. As I've worked my way up to Season 5, I notice my brain starting to warp. Here are some signs that I've been watching too much <i>Lost</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>My recent Google searches include "making shampoo from nature," "how to start a fire on a deserted island," and "natural sunscreen."</li><li>I swear I saw Hurley at my local grocery store just last week.</li><li>A business acquaintance died recently, and part of me thinks I will see him again.</li><li>I played the lottery with numbers 4-8-15-16-23-42.</li><li>I no longer think of <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108894/">Party of Five</a></i> when I see Matthew Fox.</li><li>My heart skips a beat every time I hear the word "other."</li><li>And lastly, I thought the Island skipped me ahead in time when I saw a woman vaguely resembling an ex-girlfriend of my boyfriend, walking past his house carrying a baby. </li></ul><div>My goal is to be caught up with the show by the time the finale airs, so I'm going to keep watching until my nose bleeds.</div></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-46804431132632268782010-03-05T09:47:00.011-05:002010-03-05T11:01:08.751-05:00Dear America, Watch Hockey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mkIU_x9T-xxjfDV-fQq4yjCRF6dYrqrb9hTDHiMDhLkOkBS11h3FHyNx8ibAXFDy16DbJ6RLRm1xPpdvt9HNwrtT2WZ9D_LcwEqqDS2A0SEzxNmL2C0wwm37kxPnSJ3KcgYjJ3fPSPcc/s1600-h/hockey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mkIU_x9T-xxjfDV-fQq4yjCRF6dYrqrb9hTDHiMDhLkOkBS11h3FHyNx8ibAXFDy16DbJ6RLRm1xPpdvt9HNwrtT2WZ9D_LcwEqqDS2A0SEzxNmL2C0wwm37kxPnSJ3KcgYjJ3fPSPcc/s400/hockey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445164044922339090" border="0" /></a><br />I used to be one of them. One of those people that don't watch hockey. Not only do they not watch it, but they don't know how much they are missing not watching hockey.<br /><br />Since moving to Buffalo eight years ago, I have developed a genuine interest in the sport. I still don't know all the subtle nuances of the game, like I do for basketball and baseball, but I know this-- it's an AWESOME sport to watch. So I still only pretend to know what icing is, and I don't even try to understand the lines, but I watch regularly and I have fun!<br /><br />I'm here today to implore the rest of America to start watching hockey. I'll start with you, Cleveland, my hometown. I don't know why we're not hockey fans, 'cause we totally should be. We have ice, and only the shallowest Great Lake separates us from Canada. That's like E=MC2 for a hockey town! If this Cleveland gal can fall in love with it, so can you! Before you know it, we could have a pro hockey team with a lame name and bad colors who will never win the Stanley Cup, but whom we love and embrace with blinding fury.<br /><br />What's so great about hockey, you ask? Well, here are my top reasons I think you should watch:<br /><br /><ol><li>There are fights right in the middle of the game! Personally, I think two men punching each other on ice is about as bad ass as it gets.<br /></li><li>It is a fast-paced game, and very efficient. Time outs are rather infrequent, so not a lot of time wasted, which works well in our busy society.<br /></li><li>Many of the players are hot! I know they're all geared up and covered with helmets, but you still get to see their sexy, stubbly faces.</li><li>If missing teeth is not your thing, fear not; due to great advances in dentistry, most hockey players appear to have a complete set of teeth these days.<br /></li><li>Hockey is a great venue to witness extreme endurance and athleticism, perhaps more than any other sport. (Yeah, that's right Football, I said it.) The pace of the game and the speeds these guys reach on a consistent basis is nothing short of extraordinary.</li><li>The rules are pretty easy to understand-- whoever has the most goals wins (kind of). Worry about the rules later...</li><li>If you like mysteries, hockey gear is a great one. I still don't know what the heck they wear under their jerseys and shorts, but I'm always intrigued.<br /></li></ol>So, give it a try (preferably with some Canadian beer and Buffalo wings). You'll thank me later.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-58088720762341619832009-07-23T10:30:00.009-04:002009-07-23T12:00:29.516-04:00Nature Schmature<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiy87mj_uQ9CmpyykgL2LoPHNOGgT6Ps1sVbZPzi_COGX0Y6CqtBKBmgmSd9EYxOgkqKuwJWDZ2epOX89RUf7ppMMwo1JZeqRDakItkYLrb7Wl9CrrWJjmWPDIf72HLwHLh5gMCVyltlRJ/s1600-h/DSC_0688.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiy87mj_uQ9CmpyykgL2LoPHNOGgT6Ps1sVbZPzi_COGX0Y6CqtBKBmgmSd9EYxOgkqKuwJWDZ2epOX89RUf7ppMMwo1JZeqRDakItkYLrb7Wl9CrrWJjmWPDIf72HLwHLh5gMCVyltlRJ/s400/DSC_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361672321487174706" border="0" /></a>Trying to make the most of my summer vacation this past weekend, I went for a walk in the woods (to live deliberately and all that jazz). I drove from my parents' house to <a href="http://www.lakemetroparks.com/select-park/chapin.shtml">Chapin Forest Reservation</a> in Kirtland, Ohio with my trusty companion, <a href="http://reigningfrogsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/lulus-new-head-shots.html">Lulu</a>, by my side. I was excited, and ready to commune with nature as I forged into the forest.<br /><br />Seeking a little quiet and solitude on my endeavor, I experienced neither when I immediately encountered a day camp of noisy children on my trail. While quickly moving to a different one, I accumulated an impressive rock garden in each of my shoes. Trying to pass the stabbing pains for calming acupuncture only lasted so long. It was time to regroup and start again.<br /><br />Finally walking solo (in rockless shoes) I tried to take in the sounds, smells, and sights of nature. This is when I concluded rather quickly that I live in the city to avoid exactly these things. The sound of nature this day was a bug that I never actually saw buzzing near my ear. I think it's classification in the Animal Kingdom is Torturus Sidler. I could not out-sidle this sidler, and it was driving me mad. Determined to suck more marrow out of life, I continued my walk while constantly fanning my hands by my ears in a feeble attempt to keep the sidler insect at bay. This was the moment I stepped in horse poop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDxtDT5_sx-6S50NfGF8snpT3EW6vkWyWIpQRsDZRIawzTD2xDDj1sOltftPf5w7FFCtxUoyuNUymyE0AeEg49fGXNDxlTZ9Y2QqveQKX0j2CWAlls6rocAjXFjzyHpeIxG2XhQk_Om85/s1600-h/DSC_0705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDxtDT5_sx-6S50NfGF8snpT3EW6vkWyWIpQRsDZRIawzTD2xDDj1sOltftPf5w7FFCtxUoyuNUymyE0AeEg49fGXNDxlTZ9Y2QqveQKX0j2CWAlls6rocAjXFjzyHpeIxG2XhQk_Om85/s200/DSC_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361680454981043426" border="0" /></a>As I took in the smell of nature (and cleaned it off my shoes), I was annoyed with the rude rider who ignored the "Please clean up after your pets" sign that was clearly posted at the beginning of the trail.<br /><br />After the poo, I sat down on a bench (lest I step in anymore). I was trying to take in the sights of nature (picture below). Pretty boring, huh? That's what I thought too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHE71oBIBdoezwSaMjrcbnJZH7WrmNs_eo8aVl7pXmpPIBd5BQO0dUpKt63EUYLPgPE4culMqy5ulOxsM4KIHyijcTM2xfAM5Ri2Ir95dx_-AymlPBliBWcNmsfigACtNZ3PQO3Qnsymm/s1600-h/DSC_0700.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHE71oBIBdoezwSaMjrcbnJZH7WrmNs_eo8aVl7pXmpPIBd5BQO0dUpKt63EUYLPgPE4culMqy5ulOxsM4KIHyijcTM2xfAM5Ri2Ir95dx_-AymlPBliBWcNmsfigACtNZ3PQO3Qnsymm/s320/DSC_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361682094466615154" border="0" /></a>Determining that the marrow of my life is not in the woods, I fished my iPod from my bag and gleefully walked by to my car to the soothing sounds of "Boom Boom Pow" by the Black Eyed Peas, deeming nature sooo "two thousand late."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71t28OTKXqTOZlmJvaIbGBvIIvwXAprVZuswfGom0E6uJDdtdTgQoA5UcxBYL1tTCyV4UFDv0cvNQsjh45BmSQKf_M7FQ6IsjIBx3dvOdynTZnBwdT6pMXPqAWMY-cKbM2RRXdhteM4vl/s1600-h/DSC_0693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71t28OTKXqTOZlmJvaIbGBvIIvwXAprVZuswfGom0E6uJDdtdTgQoA5UcxBYL1tTCyV4UFDv0cvNQsjh45BmSQKf_M7FQ6IsjIBx3dvOdynTZnBwdT6pMXPqAWMY-cKbM2RRXdhteM4vl/s400/DSC_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684943857078306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I took the one back to the city.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~Reigning Frog</span><br /></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-68884730972057019302008-12-13T14:44:00.004-05:002008-12-13T22:43:10.329-05:00Senator Nanny Fine?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgHpawZEgAHRctiBMBcBeLWi8kPwxXplwWqbIypEuEwrY_gQG-gsnHkULe6-ZMdtIggbnH7j4sdF3FfjthvNfRDmrhKgqUOuVsPeGtit6ZFXRV1C155HNA3kBfizf6zZPlsmIX79oqNpL/s1600-h/The-Nanny-tv-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgHpawZEgAHRctiBMBcBeLWi8kPwxXplwWqbIypEuEwrY_gQG-gsnHkULe6-ZMdtIggbnH7j4sdF3FfjthvNfRDmrhKgqUOuVsPeGtit6ZFXRV1C155HNA3kBfizf6zZPlsmIX79oqNpL/s400/The-Nanny-tv-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279369870403102882" border="0" /></a><br />Miss Fine!<br /><br />In what sounds like a rejected script from the TV show <a href="http://www.thenannytv.com/"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Nanny</span></a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran_Drescher">Fran Drescher</a> is tossing her DKNY hat (bought on sale at <a href="http://www.loehmanns.com/">Loehmann's</a>, no doubt) in the ring to <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2008-12-09-fran-drescher_N.htm">replace Hillary Clinton</a> as the junior Senator from New York state.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wuh?</span><br /><br />I don't support the idea anymore than <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maxwell_Sheffield">Mr. Sheffield</a> would, and here's why:<br /><br /><ul><li>Since <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Clinton,_Jr.">Roger Clinton</a> is the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0657285/">Sheffield's neighbor</a>, Hillary will still be in the picture. Hillary and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._C._Babcock">C.C.</a> have a lot in common-- namely that nobody can stand either of them.</li><li>The probability is high that Fran will <a href="http://home.frognet.net/%7Eritchie/five02.htm">wear disguises</a> to gain access to congressional meetings that she's not invited to. That may work in catching a husband, but not in governing a nation. </li><li>Fran has a known Doppelgänger (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0008523/">Bobbi Flekman</a>), so we would always be wondering if the real Fran Fine is standing up.</li><li>As Mr. Sheffield can attest, Fran has a knack for losing precious documents (such as an original <a href="http://www.tv.com/the-nanny/fran-gets-mugged/episode/38723/summary.html?tag=ep_guide;ep_title;25">excerpt of Shakespeare</a>). Could she really be trusted near the Constitution and Declaration of Independence?</li><li>Fran is easily swayed by the mere mention of Barbra Streisand's name; therefore we can assume that she's an easy target for bribery.</li></ul>I think with these reasons (and many others) it's abundantly clear that the U.S. Senate is no place for a nanny.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-87765924733210231742008-11-29T14:24:00.002-05:002008-11-29T14:28:23.482-05:00Rosie O'Donnell in the Morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiwtOsHaD-pGryFJHE_rWpoqMJXpjQl6za1t3dPu8KrJTI9tdUJx_o36XU4V_NkZsXUSSYgF3eypF-nFuNfW6Eg5SMhIUM9Oq1eITJvdZATyceuypgln0FfA9A7k1yG6B5GToNyirOhps/s1600-h/R.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiwtOsHaD-pGryFJHE_rWpoqMJXpjQl6za1t3dPu8KrJTI9tdUJx_o36XU4V_NkZsXUSSYgF3eypF-nFuNfW6Eg5SMhIUM9Oq1eITJvdZATyceuypgln0FfA9A7k1yG6B5GToNyirOhps/s400/R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274163033038365426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Anyone else think this is NOT photoshopped?</span><br /></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-13635519497159356142008-11-19T22:10:00.001-05:002008-11-19T22:11:23.050-05:00We're throughNaBloPoMo, I'm breaking up with you. I'm tired of your demands. I'm gonna blog when I want to blog.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-73758359557766685892008-11-17T20:34:00.002-05:002008-11-17T20:35:09.683-05:00The Best $4.25 I Never Spent<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisATgDLTybAYtajTHZVUdPjt-6mtPJvSocQiqK3VNM_x5mlPyTeGzy0PzcWZaBEhej0Npla7f1renAc-TkwA8KCH8aUEjvbYg0VL7PVqS2CTP2RxZDceJzhrm0Ak3KvqyBHClUGx_jhut4/s1600-h/fruit+cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisATgDLTybAYtajTHZVUdPjt-6mtPJvSocQiqK3VNM_x5mlPyTeGzy0PzcWZaBEhej0Npla7f1renAc-TkwA8KCH8aUEjvbYg0VL7PVqS2CTP2RxZDceJzhrm0Ak3KvqyBHClUGx_jhut4/s400/fruit+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269804976361597794" border="0" /></a>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-72954856326917951782008-11-15T17:20:00.004-05:002008-11-15T17:24:53.107-05:00Cola Shampoo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxpg30POVjpvtKaYBIjNPP7FtrinefO4pEEhBqJPI2e05R0cYAPNMz9U7rpXr8BR-GGdC1dDUjMrJJkaAmUTncGK0ha2oDZLBohWPInobEtAg6HiVs-UscatrcCuqhpjo271h4RlhjHnU/s1600-h/S1050113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxpg30POVjpvtKaYBIjNPP7FtrinefO4pEEhBqJPI2e05R0cYAPNMz9U7rpXr8BR-GGdC1dDUjMrJJkaAmUTncGK0ha2oDZLBohWPInobEtAg6HiVs-UscatrcCuqhpjo271h4RlhjHnU/s400/S1050113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269013527060911746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Even I wouldn't have thought of <a href="http://sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P214607&categoryId=B70">this</a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's not to say that I don't want this badly;<br />I just wouldn't have thought of it.<br /></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-69226399902780048542008-11-13T21:17:00.002-05:002008-11-13T22:30:01.370-05:00Might Be the Night Fever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHeinieEB3O27lnmzcyvOR6nEng1YilfWBQHjYakgdv2dgLHgg3lGye4HEPhKpRA86D7NOCrmJVO0Ipx-pjOnoRrkVW9_-BQl5GjV0GTRr6E4ugToINa-wHxFbCdi08WsKzQAxk9_u6n9/s1600-h/john_travolta_and_princess_diana_dancing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHeinieEB3O27lnmzcyvOR6nEng1YilfWBQHjYakgdv2dgLHgg3lGye4HEPhKpRA86D7NOCrmJVO0Ipx-pjOnoRrkVW9_-BQl5GjV0GTRr6E4ugToINa-wHxFbCdi08WsKzQAxk9_u6n9/s400/john_travolta_and_princess_diana_dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268332151770870738" border="0" /></a>This 1985 photo of <a href="http://www.biographyonline.net/people/diana/diana_john_travolta.html">Princess Diana dancing with John Travolta at a ball thrown by Ronald Reagan</a> has always boggled me. In fact, if this photo didn't pre-date PhotoShop (and there wasn't a ton of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vsooXO_eb0&feature=related">video</a> footage of them dancing), I'd suspect it was fake.<br /><br />Yes, strangeness abounds with this particular photo. As a quick example, there's the whole "Why is John Travolta at a White House function?" thing. His career had pretty much flatlined by this time (until <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097778/">Look Who's Talking</a> came out in 1989). Can you blame us, really? I mean, we were still recovering from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086361/">Staying Alive</a> for crying out loud!<br /><br />Also, there's the whole celebrity/politics thing. Perhaps it's just an urban legend, but I'm pretty sure that the universe falls out of alignment if a celebrity attends any kind of Republican function.<br /><br />And while many celebrities often feel that they <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> royalty, actual royalty (and most Kennedys) hold no such illusions. To see the Princess of Wales even in the same room with <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077631/">Danny Zuko</a> is very strange.<br /><br />In fact, there are so many strange things about this scenario, that it creates a near "when pigs fly" phenomena. If not for this photo, I might walk around saying: "I'll stop eating <a href="http://reigningfrogsblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/vegan-nightmare.html">meat</a> when <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072582/">Vinnie Barbarino</a> dances with the Princess of Wales on the floor of the White House!"Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-19014819681993069822008-11-12T22:23:00.004-05:002008-11-12T22:29:27.405-05:00I'm Your #1 Fan<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnI2dKmcEH8Gis-31kc0ZGa-DwHzTOfz_13AfQYuJ9PPxCZ1rf-ykBLxwPMWrc9b1p7XUipzA8Zh8bV5vwoEKDPXyBe8I6Afsys0gjlYCDfAfUkewy5f1uMcrka6GMZPraD5IiZ_RY9cEm/s1600-h/S1050103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnI2dKmcEH8Gis-31kc0ZGa-DwHzTOfz_13AfQYuJ9PPxCZ1rf-ykBLxwPMWrc9b1p7XUipzA8Zh8bV5vwoEKDPXyBe8I6Afsys0gjlYCDfAfUkewy5f1uMcrka6GMZPraD5IiZ_RY9cEm/s400/S1050103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267978019748458482" border="0" /></a>Excuse me, <a href="http://www.thebodyshop-usa.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp;jsessionid=opWRdhf-nvjYO0MWl3GEww**.bsbwilapp03-bsprd-app-102?productId=prod6370043&categoryId=search">Mr. Elderflower Unperfumed Eye Gel</a>--<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">can I have your autograph?<br /></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-19587047629653036792008-11-11T18:23:00.004-05:002008-11-11T18:29:47.261-05:00Intrigue<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxzRfCVlNAKoXyygl93P85VW32S-3TFZQZ7D1Nmz2O-dQKwLzDzJSF6iCn4X9RU7AzLHiZX7xw6_EorBgU9FMz4xENXKVasGrnEH4wm_1W-LuZ-2juNyfJkTEFt95SsdkNuAdDEdFO-kz/s1600-h/11-11-2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxzRfCVlNAKoXyygl93P85VW32S-3TFZQZ7D1Nmz2O-dQKwLzDzJSF6iCn4X9RU7AzLHiZX7xw6_EorBgU9FMz4xENXKVasGrnEH4wm_1W-LuZ-2juNyfJkTEFt95SsdkNuAdDEdFO-kz/s400/11-11-2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267545827286565650" border="0" /></a>It's not often that a brand new shampoo comes out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am intrigued!<br /></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-13782790401699470862008-11-10T20:21:00.010-05:002008-11-10T21:06:15.234-05:00Simmering InadequacyThere's nothin' like a little trip to <a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/">Williams-Sonoma</a> to make you realize how inadequate you, your kitchen, and probably your whole life are. I was there yesterday scoping out the <s>outrageous</s> new kitchen gadgets Santa might want to bring Martha Stewart. Let's see what I discovered...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbdb0td2cEv2mE9eyWLRrLgT9_E-oWEAYY0WjgCmM_D6fyFNrI6lLiZYO1NOo8y7aBu2hrABK41Eht_2rWPe13NM0zkteXacc2rDo5_aPAZamm0g_SHpzRHuzxsGA3d2tQYg5ZUeEctg4/s1600-h/S1050093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbdb0td2cEv2mE9eyWLRrLgT9_E-oWEAYY0WjgCmM_D6fyFNrI6lLiZYO1NOo8y7aBu2hrABK41Eht_2rWPe13NM0zkteXacc2rDo5_aPAZamm0g_SHpzRHuzxsGA3d2tQYg5ZUeEctg4/s320/S1050093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267207050544460290" border="0" /></a>A truffle shaver. I don't know how much this is, but I do know that truffles sell for about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuber_%28genus%29">$130-380/pound</a>. (Not bad for fungus.) Even at that price, does anyone <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> need a truffle shaver? Is there no other EXISTING tool that could do the job? [scratching head]<br /></div><br />Moving on...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3okb1uyXgUXN9qgXvCqf9qx0cge-h6bEo5LfKHiBsDcBOoWZqmAwF7_RpsSwfp65dxDtu4oVzAjdA5CK4YelSAFhzD0gp1IUpRbBECNzsJJ7uFoSMQrLC9OXBPRBQz6HwS5eEIjoWjE5/s1600-h/S1050094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3okb1uyXgUXN9qgXvCqf9qx0cge-h6bEo5LfKHiBsDcBOoWZqmAwF7_RpsSwfp65dxDtu4oVzAjdA5CK4YelSAFhzD0gp1IUpRbBECNzsJJ7uFoSMQrLC9OXBPRBQz6HwS5eEIjoWjE5/s320/S1050094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267209626013198162" border="0" /></a><br />Aww, how cute. If you're gonna juice a lemon, I suppose having a little birdy helping could be kind of fun. But for some reason this thing reminds me of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Bird_Johnson">Lady Bird Johnson</a>, and I just can't get past it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9Dr3WftllO3SNDrdEZTY91VllSK7To4ZbhFNTmGLE0CwPCmWttAVtjixwnaNJdHnvcPWK399iq5Ppw8_aCEoNDGGv17t6vHul1nabE-JtG8R3YXyFWw-u425BMtLjf-ljekRcinu6EKr/s1600-h/LBJ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9Dr3WftllO3SNDrdEZTY91VllSK7To4ZbhFNTmGLE0CwPCmWttAVtjixwnaNJdHnvcPWK399iq5Ppw8_aCEoNDGGv17t6vHul1nabE-JtG8R3YXyFWw-u425BMtLjf-ljekRcinu6EKr/s320/LBJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267210424405669362" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, here's something I actually really like and do want for myself:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaumyZ0oJvejceMWsNsp-dakzbe45jvifmGMYBySjc7vD0jyvx8fe8SB5U8jHDJ4YxBXGoe_8StqC6L0LaD_HD5xd0yYsPAc5haMP5wgW8g8GabeMiKO2UEoS4xJvzBUx98DAL1sMGnPq/s1600-h/S1050096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaumyZ0oJvejceMWsNsp-dakzbe45jvifmGMYBySjc7vD0jyvx8fe8SB5U8jHDJ4YxBXGoe_8StqC6L0LaD_HD5xd0yYsPAc5haMP5wgW8g8GabeMiKO2UEoS4xJvzBUx98DAL1sMGnPq/s320/S1050096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267211931561518642" border="0" /></a>A pink grapefruit cooking candle.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMAxaJL1lrtq6lf2aq5i6OYP8OJD_O1Vn7EEOKzBCyp-o6NRHABvCqpjXxMdBD9F0gMfJvUQJZoFpQ66URcKmJrftNwDMA1gdN54mXi56nMGAcCH3x4dJXUWFfwBl9zk_6n_BqRJndsEd/s1600-h/S1050095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMAxaJL1lrtq6lf2aq5i6OYP8OJD_O1Vn7EEOKzBCyp-o6NRHABvCqpjXxMdBD9F0gMfJvUQJZoFpQ66URcKmJrftNwDMA1gdN54mXi56nMGAcCH3x4dJXUWFfwBl9zk_6n_BqRJndsEd/s320/S1050095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267212258231326658" border="0" /></a>But not for $24.50!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">After browsing all of the shelves, I left--empty handed--feeling like I've accomplished nothing in life. Maybe if I buy that truffle shaver, I will regain a little dignity.<br /></div></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-22858622934832221422008-11-09T23:41:00.003-05:002008-11-10T00:00:46.026-05:00Space Jam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqo0njEp1-vmgyf_30wbkqIYRMl4XjnEoD3KKugiOpsPxARjnLTdYb7G4ScUwO_u05Va2bn3IJMiQ8T9unIbqzeuGR9EetfvFy8TvjWfaMYefBWquGco2jWyPLR7zWtBe8HpPrzo7zGuy/s1600-h/S1050507.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqo0njEp1-vmgyf_30wbkqIYRMl4XjnEoD3KKugiOpsPxARjnLTdYb7G4ScUwO_u05Va2bn3IJMiQ8T9unIbqzeuGR9EetfvFy8TvjWfaMYefBWquGco2jWyPLR7zWtBe8HpPrzo7zGuy/s200/S1050507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266889123606339362" border="0" /></a>Hi, NaBloPoMo, I'm kind of tired and was real busy today, so I am just posting a picture of some farm fresh jelly I bought this summer at at the Bidwell Farmer's Market. You and I both know that I'm only doing this to take up space and say I blogged today, but you did say that all I have to do is blog every day-- you never said it had to be good.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-10051288142955987852008-11-08T13:20:00.007-05:002008-11-08T13:48:03.496-05:00Shampoo for Teeth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNgp7hSezIuAF7gK52mSvB4szrQtppScDgkqr2iZBTIoSu4iB8aullvOELFvz3SY1cFmxbdJLaxwP0eCseRDeSqLgCDVW4ENvPsrULMJQ9FnhfZzg-9m9vIh6AZH_N4qVyZ7xDvbujbIlC/s1600-h/dentures.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNgp7hSezIuAF7gK52mSvB4szrQtppScDgkqr2iZBTIoSu4iB8aullvOELFvz3SY1cFmxbdJLaxwP0eCseRDeSqLgCDVW4ENvPsrULMJQ9FnhfZzg-9m9vIh6AZH_N4qVyZ7xDvbujbIlC/s200/dentures.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266357870240019218" border="0" /></a>I've been on a mission to take better care of my teeth. I'd like to keep them for awhile, and I figure that they're getting older, so they may need some extra T.L.C.<br /><br />But, I'm also pretty lazy, so I was looking for something to take care of my teeth that takes little to no effort (preferably no effort). Well, leave it to Walgreens to inspire me. "Free" by "Register Rewards" last month was a giant bottle of <a href="http://www.crest.com/prohealth/aboutRinse.jsp">Crest Pro Health</a> mouthwash.<br /><br />Side note: "<a href="http://www.hotcouponworld.com/forums/walgreens-catalina-deals-register-rewards/43971-walgreens-catalina-register-rewards-faq.html">Register Rewards</a>" are an awesome secret at Walgreens. It's when you buy an item, and then you get a coupon for the total amount of that item that can be used for <span style="font-style: italic;">anything</span> on your next Walgreens visit. In this case, I bought the mouthwash for $4.50 (minus $1.00 with a Crest coupon). Walgreens then gave me a coupon for $4.50 to use on anything my heart desired the next time I shopped at Walgreens (I'm sure my heart desired a new shampoo). Note, with the $1.00 Crest coupon, it was actually a profitable transaction!<br /><br />Anyhoo, I've been using the mouthwash, and I have to say that I really like it. It's kind of fun, and I look forward to using it. It almost seems like shampoo for teeth, and so it makes me smile.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-19050249795311342712008-11-07T22:00:00.003-05:002008-11-07T22:04:12.035-05:00Pepé Lu Lu<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyOJnJOCLW0mgu0AOwxoRGF93Q1OegaAryFG8qX0RSDPYZHH-njoCeCwi6XXHB9H5mxcFQWVj12bevWTIBJiU4GaaOFmoBV79iJSVbP_thwERGp5Ns8c5ISNMRgpgeFsXmQn9igZfRnCG/s1600-h/skunk.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyOJnJOCLW0mgu0AOwxoRGF93Q1OegaAryFG8qX0RSDPYZHH-njoCeCwi6XXHB9H5mxcFQWVj12bevWTIBJiU4GaaOFmoBV79iJSVbP_thwERGp5Ns8c5ISNMRgpgeFsXmQn9igZfRnCG/s400/skunk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266116562212101042" border="0" /></a>If only I had seen <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://stores.thehautehound.com/catalog/pet%2520edge%2520skunksm.JPG&imgrefurl=http://stores.thehautehound.com/-strse-1687/Lil%27-Stinker-Skunk-Costume/Detail.bok&h=288&w=288&sz=12&hl=en&start=6&sig2=Gzfft4sdxfj57YCHEBNDtw&um=1&usg=__4gcV9Oc9ManDiX8fHOBY6ROINwU=&tbnid=tsSeB3IiSbASUM:&tbnh=115&tbnw=115&ei=rwAVSYKSJaOWeazZwcAH&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dskunk%2Bcostume%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DX">this</a> a week ago,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://reigningfrogsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/pass-coppertone.html">Lulu</a> would have had a badass Halloween costume.<br /></div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-81597659949715482922008-11-07T16:18:00.004-05:002008-11-07T16:25:45.106-05:00Honey I Shrunk the Kids' Pool<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJksLpLChsr2wbrNeAi6wTp04OKU0f3boSpPfzhNR2MBrjQxxvYEdcKIyb8ppR18MsXgxtTW3u1zbhbcbsa7AV872R8mmX-bC4SdGOysGBPModqZWdjIrqocA4o1BkALg5vDgoewsZ24K/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJksLpLChsr2wbrNeAi6wTp04OKU0f3boSpPfzhNR2MBrjQxxvYEdcKIyb8ppR18MsXgxtTW3u1zbhbcbsa7AV872R8mmX-bC4SdGOysGBPModqZWdjIrqocA4o1BkALg5vDgoewsZ24K/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266029077161096210" border="0" /></a><br />I took this photo at the <a href="http://www.buffalogardens.com/">Buffalo & Erie County Botanical Gardens</a> recently, and there's something about it that I just love. For awhile I was unable to put my finger on exactly what I like so much about it. Then it hit me. It looks like it could be a swimming pool for the kids in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097523/">Honey, I Shrunk the Kids</a>!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin02ESGw0zqK9y-uRq6b3KYPHO6sRWT0xDvIczbuSH3trb3RQ7yrUD25YiLaojZ6ln09w2EhksOQVVFGB7BQidY71-Jpf7pubsGAVk2x8jibImb_RD-BUaHk5d2CRXOpUSepuYqaUv3wI0/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin02ESGw0zqK9y-uRq6b3KYPHO6sRWT0xDvIczbuSH3trb3RQ7yrUD25YiLaojZ6ln09w2EhksOQVVFGB7BQidY71-Jpf7pubsGAVk2x8jibImb_RD-BUaHk5d2CRXOpUSepuYqaUv3wI0/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266029246513514466" border="0" /></a>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-25044698165806493612008-11-06T21:30:00.005-05:002008-11-07T11:33:05.127-05:00Easy Off?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmBEn65iYoPPMSMHgJBIaiefXoSSp2yETOMEVpgKuBJaLbdqMYFHaOOczsbBRh7r9uD6_hjIZHU9dBrbdmYDpHFPRHyhjnIak1jlvUocyEFhYXi31eT9xr94PwkMg9AewfUoXiPBEdo1z/s1600-h/stove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmBEn65iYoPPMSMHgJBIaiefXoSSp2yETOMEVpgKuBJaLbdqMYFHaOOczsbBRh7r9uD6_hjIZHU9dBrbdmYDpHFPRHyhjnIak1jlvUocyEFhYXi31eT9xr94PwkMg9AewfUoXiPBEdo1z/s400/stove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265737559515393794" border="0" /></a>I am terrified of cleaning my oven. Does that make me crazy or lazy?<br /><br />Seriously, I am afraid. Of what, I'm not sure. Perhaps blowing it up (even though it's electric); perhaps burning the skin off my hands with mysterious oven cleaning acid.<br /><br />I'm not sure where this fear came from, but it is very deep-seeded. In fact, can I make a confession? I've never cleaned my oven. I've moved before I ever needed to, or someone else did it for me. In fact, how often are you supposed to clean an oven?<br /><br />These are the things I think about while I should be cleaning my oven.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-83195990441674237712008-11-05T19:42:00.003-05:002008-11-05T19:52:08.088-05:00Colonel Mustard Electoral MapThe results are in on the Colonel Mustard vote at <a href="http://willfulcaboose.wordpress.com/2008/11/05/badass-contributions/">The Willful Caboose</a>. Check it out!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6KNzEbVWUo9sNGmtcQ9CxaQE2t0u2VYQBXE4tyRUeQuChnmnocz5tO2153Et2h2YaS5nu3kOYJGe4Kn7wFGwFI_pciAMhDpKT5v184lorp1gC6q_nlsaEccimOzcw7R-FD5WM_Lqzw3M/s1600-h/Colonel+Mustard+electoral+map.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6KNzEbVWUo9sNGmtcQ9CxaQE2t0u2VYQBXE4tyRUeQuChnmnocz5tO2153Et2h2YaS5nu3kOYJGe4Kn7wFGwFI_pciAMhDpKT5v184lorp1gC6q_nlsaEccimOzcw7R-FD5WM_Lqzw3M/s400/Colonel+Mustard+electoral+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265340641024330450" border="0" /></a>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-33108537300908780402008-11-04T14:41:00.006-05:002008-11-04T15:18:11.090-05:00We Interrupt This Broadcast...<span style="font-style: italic;">...Beep...Beep....Beep</span><br /><br />We interrupt the <s>hysteria</s> coverage of the 2008 Presidential election to bring you this important announcement: <a href="http://sabres.nhl.com/index.html">Buffalo Sabres</a> coach <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lindy_Ruff">Lindy Ruff</a> is running for the nickname "Colonel Mustard" at <a href="http://willfulcaboose.wordpress.com/2008/11/04/the-conditions-are-right/#comments">The Willful Caboose</a>, the <a href="http://slapshot.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/11/03/hockey-night-in-blogdom-morning-in-the-northeast/">New York Times's premier hockey blog</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0emWp5SVOsGUapm_YY3sTlv8MESUwrQseP63_v7zuEI2CmVxEux6344056MDxkYlp5CHTnld2PRrG6t5-EexUDw1-4FsHMbHjojRbXmFNVcIW0XnZLgrOe8vY0yneG6vPJbsKNBH7m6-i/s1600-h/Colonel+Mustard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0emWp5SVOsGUapm_YY3sTlv8MESUwrQseP63_v7zuEI2CmVxEux6344056MDxkYlp5CHTnld2PRrG6t5-EexUDw1-4FsHMbHjojRbXmFNVcIW0XnZLgrOe8vY0yneG6vPJbsKNBH7m6-i/s400/Colonel+Mustard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264890801707943922" border="0" /></a>I am proud to endorse Lindy Ruff to be nicknamed "Colonel Mustard." Ruff has been serving the Buffalo Sabres in all of his yellowness since 1997, and is frequently dressed in grilled cheese-hued clothing. Lindy originally hales from Canada, where the mustard might look the same, but probably tastes just a little different.<br /><br />I urge you to make history on this day, and vote "Yay" on <a href="http://willfulcaboose.wordpress.com/2008/11/04/the-conditions-are-right/">Issue Colonel Mustard</a>.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-18976641454180485362008-11-02T09:48:00.008-05:002008-11-02T10:10:52.571-05:00Ode to Fall Back<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fall Back, your extra hour is more beautiful<br />than a blooming orchid.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlTjn-NB-W1OafBuej2lDmsU_bTSnCDeAnA7EQMKk84uMtUfdAxApip12hSKL2GpZNfPBjwjvLySzSm23X_Wjazp_9RKTqgmu3Bs6lEtCEBFupGk5lyUURQ2Qs1rLEzcpwesfkeNlU_N4/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlTjn-NB-W1OafBuej2lDmsU_bTSnCDeAnA7EQMKk84uMtUfdAxApip12hSKL2GpZNfPBjwjvLySzSm23X_Wjazp_9RKTqgmu3Bs6lEtCEBFupGk5lyUURQ2Qs1rLEzcpwesfkeNlU_N4/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264075687339366114" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Fall Back, your tranquility is like a Cosmo<br />drunk out of a pink polka dot glass.<br /><br /></span><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bB_XRxqqeBQ42F0LwB0AfTgB6_PXcKel1ww5FZTqledrg4HWtbEAKjnID9Lo1oXsSphcxR_zXivIz2I6hTLSorsrlMbz0-T2w8G6NnnYusyq6wwiFKN6tVd5bqI9qoDFlkRzAwQWd46k/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bB_XRxqqeBQ42F0LwB0AfTgB6_PXcKel1ww5FZTqledrg4HWtbEAKjnID9Lo1oXsSphcxR_zXivIz2I6hTLSorsrlMbz0-T2w8G6NnnYusyq6wwiFKN6tVd5bqI9qoDFlkRzAwQWd46k/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264076473849824674" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Fall Back, your awesomeness surpasses that of a<br />polar bear doing the backstroke.<br /><br /></span><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA4sHRa6sJtjPJ1sMATh0dPbHrPfmKl3W-gT1bFFrxxyc2J68JGkXGHGFkJqF5vMQ50Wu8qtSpjfKH40jp8wfm2QGvVA58gKcZMI6zWaGYXkd6NEDOT3Mtc8vb8rBv87wgbuq12VPn3zT/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA4sHRa6sJtjPJ1sMATh0dPbHrPfmKl3W-gT1bFFrxxyc2J68JGkXGHGFkJqF5vMQ50Wu8qtSpjfKH40jp8wfm2QGvVA58gKcZMI6zWaGYXkd6NEDOT3Mtc8vb8rBv87wgbuq12VPn3zT/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264076035589502930" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Fall Back, the joy you add to my life is like<br />the smile of this Canadian mannequin.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsBaf9-HpePIFC8v0ebWtcjMvf4-FrEC-liRhgJkC2xtLfUI6ApIvzjummtC7ufKEuZC0Nv0ic7bOPwN52uPQQif-LRWxbgByt46v8-z24yK-Zia0eg78CjgU5QwjIDzuhGjQdCjAZYFX/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsBaf9-HpePIFC8v0ebWtcjMvf4-FrEC-liRhgJkC2xtLfUI6ApIvzjummtC7ufKEuZC0Nv0ic7bOPwN52uPQQif-LRWxbgByt46v8-z24yK-Zia0eg78CjgU5QwjIDzuhGjQdCjAZYFX/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264076949682556194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fall Back, I love you...</span> </div>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-3700307216059312632008-11-01T13:52:00.006-04:002008-11-01T14:11:53.689-04:00"C" Is For Carrot, And That's OK With Me (In This One Case)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiQt367qbX0TBw7VRxZo79nubvqz2sNfYg0gcthmmmaK4OT7FSsnLPaJikrkeSHu0c-ML5P9uParARB8eOyJbqQji36OIlPPHri1lEOP6d5Bb4W-FWd4Gpe6yZewBAu-2NIIJrUGh9VEA/s1600-h/c+shampoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiQt367qbX0TBw7VRxZo79nubvqz2sNfYg0gcthmmmaK4OT7FSsnLPaJikrkeSHu0c-ML5P9uParARB8eOyJbqQji36OIlPPHri1lEOP6d5Bb4W-FWd4Gpe6yZewBAu-2NIIJrUGh9VEA/s400/c+shampoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263749816474039410" border="0" /></a>Hi, I'm here today to talk to you about carrots. Now, I know that this may seem strange after my recent post about the <a href="http://reigningfrogsblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/vegan-nightmare.html">[still can't discuss it] soup</a>, but it's OK. This time the veggies are in shampoo (and safe from eating).<br /><br />Check out this beauty: <a href="http://www.yes-to-carrots.com/?CategoryID=426">Pampering Carrot Juice Shampoo</a> by Yes to Carrots (available at <a href="http://www.walgreens.com/store/product.jsp?CATID=304572&navAction=jump&navCount=0&nug=VPD&skuid=sku2695686&id=prod2696852">Walgreens</a>). [sparkle, audible "ding"]<br /><br />Pamper your hair, it does. This is a completely perfect shampoo and highly recommended by me. I l.o.v.e. it.<br /><br />In spite of its artificial Tang-like color, it is surprisingly healthy-feeling. And, not only does it have carrots in it, but also sweet potato and pumpkin. (Perfect for this time of year!)<br /><br />Also, if you're like me and struggle to eat your veggies, I figure that you're bound to pick up a vitamin or two if your shampoo is made from carrots. So give it a try!Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-73419012247484894272008-10-30T17:38:00.007-04:002008-10-30T17:52:00.091-04:00MacGyver's Halloween CostumesI'm struggling with ideas for a Halloween costume. It's times like this that I wish I was more like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MacGyver">Macgyver</a>. I just know that he could turn some things I have around the house into an awesome get up. Look what he did last year, for instance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj393-2KF_qxhu7-Y3BpmhCOSS4jlNStho7AFZ_kd_gR0z4TWS7xfapX51EPoESDPJOBqBQeKpMcUwSzud_7KZl8jcOpz3UXeMupiDym2CfSF0GQGxEgirQkcc1dMfIon91kJnh5Azmy5OO/s1600-h/mac1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj393-2KF_qxhu7-Y3BpmhCOSS4jlNStho7AFZ_kd_gR0z4TWS7xfapX51EPoESDPJOBqBQeKpMcUwSzud_7KZl8jcOpz3UXeMupiDym2CfSF0GQGxEgirQkcc1dMfIon91kJnh5Azmy5OO/s400/mac1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263065800603095490" border="0" /></a><br />He took some duct tape, Q-tips, and an old pair of moon boots and made this costume:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Zb7Z2Z_gKCtFPqYiLgWokelHt8cBP-5bigCK_E3Os0T3Nrrj2QOnaxneX423-E-o1E_nKmlzh1TEiLADZXB3r9On1Kxwneuf33WXTZ9tJ-BlyAiRLmhK72owitQKwQZ21lEBml5xQ5jY/s1600-h/Mac2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Zb7Z2Z_gKCtFPqYiLgWokelHt8cBP-5bigCK_E3Os0T3Nrrj2QOnaxneX423-E-o1E_nKmlzh1TEiLADZXB3r9On1Kxwneuf33WXTZ9tJ-BlyAiRLmhK72owitQKwQZ21lEBml5xQ5jY/s400/Mac2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263066104529319602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chewbacca!</span><br /></div><br />Word on the street is that this year he is going for this look...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidla1lQvqLPnux_ah1VakouI6IvaqLbl3F-conEIko04SSZQYiwOIvbijPrexLVVLP7TqYRcrUAgUrXP-74-aFGTf_N7ePevikawE_I6SbG0JzdkpdcWTihjUJoSmMdchlK4HJ8JOrU_HH/s1600-h/Mac+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidla1lQvqLPnux_ah1VakouI6IvaqLbl3F-conEIko04SSZQYiwOIvbijPrexLVVLP7TqYRcrUAgUrXP-74-aFGTf_N7ePevikawE_I6SbG0JzdkpdcWTihjUJoSmMdchlK4HJ8JOrU_HH/s400/Mac+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263066507357205682" border="0" /></a><br />...taking a banana clip, paper towels, and a stapler to dress as...<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liberace">Liberace</a>!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnK-UppUtjNUPoMnzDahOthDwLm7Ft2L3-gUhy2qtzU5Ubt8nON18in-AqXSSi8tH29snTi3QJQQbSXGJKlGTXPzJjiI0DwfwSH5PpNN6MuBVN6RG4zD8XMZ-dcYFHeiWSfe_N5Oig0Oo/s1600-h/Mac4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnK-UppUtjNUPoMnzDahOthDwLm7Ft2L3-gUhy2qtzU5Ubt8nON18in-AqXSSi8tH29snTi3QJQQbSXGJKlGTXPzJjiI0DwfwSH5PpNN6MuBVN6RG4zD8XMZ-dcYFHeiWSfe_N5Oig0Oo/s400/Mac4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263066771040031250" border="0" /></a><br />I'm so jealous. This pales in comparison to my cat ears headband.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-29966516517305680092008-10-29T23:09:00.004-04:002008-10-29T23:22:33.391-04:00A Vegan NightmareOne of my tiny daily joys when I get to work is receiving an email from a nearby restaurant listing the soups of the day. They are usually delicious and tasty sounding and make me smile. But today there was a new one-- a very bad one. And it has scarred me for life. Seriously, I'm afraid that I have some kind of post traumatic soup disorder. Today's soup was...oh, I can barely even type it...vegan Brussel sprout. [Aaahhhhh!]<br /><br />I was so emotional after reading my morning email that I just had to find comfort. I looked at a lot of Google images of meat, checked People.com's headlines, and even thought about shampoo. But the thing that was finally able to calm my nerves was this lovely piece of winter apparel shown below-- a <a href="http://www.baconwrapt.com/">bacon scarf</a>! Behold the healing powers of bacon...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYL2xlZ8ukkWHFiieC6LH7_j_KgvjW87FVyGhx3Bf3GI-6Rm9GGmLJrnUtfskxXICMnj7pwHC3QWPdNVKzOdvGE2Hssp6ewRNrwRWb0i15i5gD_voznkwU0zq8xKCUWxmQftar8t3g1oX/s1600-h/bacon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYL2xlZ8ukkWHFiieC6LH7_j_KgvjW87FVyGhx3Bf3GI-6Rm9GGmLJrnUtfskxXICMnj7pwHC3QWPdNVKzOdvGE2Hssp6ewRNrwRWb0i15i5gD_voznkwU0zq8xKCUWxmQftar8t3g1oX/s400/bacon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780947686012994" border="0" /></a>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-11487121745105617442008-10-28T20:03:00.004-04:002008-10-28T20:13:21.585-04:00My Favorite Dow Jones Photo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5NvtNGLrkZ6xGLap172DR6N9dCPdBwmm0ru7_mkQyGyA-ElriwMy5LenHybVCEiSOba-6lWgywpEaemkrBXuZrjPdnLjMIJ-Zq42fpMZmvveC7p1Nbvzip5kC6Wal-9EZNg_5mSN1o5nh/s1600-h/823-Wall_Street.standalone.prod_affiliate.50.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5NvtNGLrkZ6xGLap172DR6N9dCPdBwmm0ru7_mkQyGyA-ElriwMy5LenHybVCEiSOba-6lWgywpEaemkrBXuZrjPdnLjMIJ-Zq42fpMZmvveC7p1Nbvzip5kC6Wal-9EZNg_5mSN1o5nh/s400/823-Wall_Street.standalone.prod_affiliate.50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262361557545989522" border="0" /></a><br />Of all the photos of stockmarket guys that CNN posts at 4:00:01 PM everyday, this one is my favorite. CNN has posted a veritable pantheon of investor emoticons over the last several weeks, from the guy in tears to the guy with his hands on his forehead in dismay. But this guy here--with his fast-food-menu-gazing style--seems to me to represent the average person. I love this guy. I'm gonna make this my new desktop.Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877957494290822697.post-73035044752546944672008-10-27T13:01:00.002-04:002008-10-27T13:05:06.059-04:00LypSyl Lip BalmI'm on a beauty product kick...<br /><br />Free by rebate last month at Walgreens was this cute little lip balm that I had never heard of. I bought it (got my rebate) and have been using it every morning for about three weeks. I have to say, I like it. But the thing I like most, and the reason that I'm recommending everyone buy it, is because it has a tiny bee that you use to slide the lip balm up and down. It's too cute to be missed. Go buy some right now.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Fmbe70lV6Wo-u2xxG43zdBwb-OTAwtSE9mAhs6ahdTEISaKHR9RsjLrH2_YE-P2zPAcJo3SWgqOoAmSBq8kKUUZyspDAGbF7o2ENzWi5z4mzsgcOuo7n6HBtM3bwDqZ_QFspFZOiL6ar/s1600-h/lipsyl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Fmbe70lV6Wo-u2xxG43zdBwb-OTAwtSE9mAhs6ahdTEISaKHR9RsjLrH2_YE-P2zPAcJo3SWgqOoAmSBq8kKUUZyspDAGbF7o2ENzWi5z4mzsgcOuo7n6HBtM3bwDqZ_QFspFZOiL6ar/s400/lipsyl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261880630821417714" border="0" /></a>Reigning Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026230350294269049noreply@blogger.com1