POST # 15,000
The secret to a good high five is to watch their elbow
The other day as I was cleaning my room, picking up dirty sock after dirty sock, sorting through mounds of blankets and pillows, and shelving my collection of books and journals I found on the floor, still somewhat colorful, although stepped on, that stupid stuffed frog.
No photograph or photo album could send me spiraling back to childhood so fast- a blissful childhood where I spent every Halloween, dressed in my pj’s watching Creature From the Black Lagoon and Dracula with the neighbor kids and my best friend. My uncle.
I have never felt a stuffed animal so heavy, or played with it for that matter, because I swore it weighed 30 pounds, but that didn’t stop my uncle from going out and buying it as a perfect gift, no matter how heavy it was for his weak, frail niece.
He could have given me blankets and crafts, but instead I got this stupid, stuffed frog. He gave me board games and pajamas, let me call him early every Saturday morning, told me jokes I could relay to my friends, and every amazing gift I could dream of,
no matter how ridiculous my mother thought they were. But why did he have to get me this stupid stuffed frog? “Out of thousands of toys,” he said, “nothing seemed good enough. but here’s this fog,” he announced, “in all of its heavy, iridescent brilliance.”
Now here is this creature: tye-dye and shiny, and half the size of my eight year old body. I sat there, and saw him smiling, so please with himself, at the dead weight in my lap. At the time, I’m sorry to say, I hated the sight of that stupid stuffed frog.
Now here I am ten years later lying on my back on my bedroom floor, with that tattered, treasured frog on my stomach, smiling and reminiscing on the joy-filled memories of my long gone, long lost best friend.
So I put this as one of the backgrounds
Yesterday, I found that someone changed my background to something soccer related, so just to mess around with them, I put this
Today, I looked at all the computers around me, plus my computer and
You are playing a dangerous game.
You are the best kind of teacher