Last night was interesting to say the least. I was sleeping so great when I heard a little scratching in my room. Thinking it was a mouse, I shined my flash light (that I keep on my bed) all around the desk and under and the noise stopped. I thought dang mouse. Again....scratch, scratch, scratch. What the heck is he doing. Turned on the light again and the scratching stopped. One more time I was awakened by it and decided it sounded like the scratcing came from my door. I keep the door pushed up as far as it will go without closing it completely......so when I got my flashlight, I shined it over to the crack in the door. Sure enough, there was something looking through the crack and it was NOT the color of a mouse. Upon closer observation without opening the door, I tried to look at what it was. There was this one little eye staring at me............it was low, then it got higher...........Oh my gosh, I said to myself, I have a snake in the house. The hallway has 3 other doors, two of which were opened wide enough for this THING to get through. But, NO, it liked my room. I was a nervous wreck thinking it was a snake and I was going to die. I was hyperventlating and saying to myself....whatta my going to do, whatta my going to do. I couldn't open the door and call for help. Don was across the room with his oxygen unit running and couldn't hear and I just knew I was trapped. So I got up, went to the door again and searched up and down the crack with my flashlight finally seeing that it was a FROG. Now where did this frog come from, why was he in the house, and why did he insist on coming in my room. Well, I decided I would lie back down for a little while as the frog probably wasn't coming in my room. WRONG. I heard my door open and totally paniced. I'd never be able to catch a hoping frog and my room was cluttered with boxes and things.So I noticed an empty plastic shoe box and saw the frog in a corner........slammed the box on him and relaxed , to a point. Thought it best to just get up and eat breakfast. Maybe and hour or 45 minutes passed before I came in the bedroom again. Horror! the box was not there. I found it behind the door and thought , oh my gosh now he's loose in my room. But the plastic box was blue and had to get my light to see in it, and sure enough the frog was there. Guess he just moved the box with him. After finding something heavy to put on the box, breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, Don got up and we managed to get the frog into a box with a lid and he went to the alley and turned him loose. Since the frog was so taken with me, I decided to call him Jerimiah. The reason for this was that Hoyt Axton wrote the song "Jerimiah was a Bullfrog" and I was in study hall with Hoyt one time. He only went to school here for a couple of years, but always think of him when I see a frog. His mother, Mae Axton, was my English teacher and wrote the song "Heartbreak Hotel" for Elvis Presley. Well, I'm off the track now, so I'll just close by saying .........I danced with a frog last night.
Think little goals and expect little achievements. Think big goals and win big success. I did succeed in conquering the Frog
Hugging Honeyma signing off.