Greetings from the little corner of my world. I have been on the internet since roughly 1997 and am finally caving in to blogging, more for my own necessity to organize all of my things like book lists and recipes and such than anything else. I used to spend about 18 hours of my day on the internet working for eBay. Consequently, I have dealt with burnout since 2004. In the past week, however, I have had four separate people ask me about my story as it relates to religion, so I am going to blog about it. I’m not so myopic as to think my story is much more unique than anyone else. In fact, I think it is the similar story within us that compels us to connect with others.
My name is Froggie. I’ve been known by this name since I was sixteen years old and my best friend decided that my body-building legs had shaped up rather to the consistency of frog legs. Not exactly glamorous, but it stuck. I like it because I think frogs are cute, they’re natural, they’re not flamboyant, and they really don’t have anything to prove to the world.
I am married and have four children. Let me amend that statement. I am married and I have four teenaged children. I should be a frog on valium, but I am not. So I am just a hyper-crazy frog for most of my days. I intend on writing my story a little bit at once so as not to scare, shock or offend the sensibilities of any reader. My life has both scared, shocked and delighted me on many levels, so I will try to buffer that a bit.