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I have a post up at 5 Minutes For Parenting.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/GoMmYa4_2vM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6109472875257299873/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=6109472875257299873" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/6109472875257299873" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/6109472875257299873" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/GoMmYa4_2vM/beck-and-tragic-tale-of-dying-computer.html" title="Beck And The Tragic Tale Of The Dying Computer" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/beck-and-tragic-tale-of-dying-computer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-7811195334858899479</id><published>2009-07-06T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:18:37.179-04:00</updated><title type="text">Things I Am Doing Instead of What I Should Be Doing</title><summary type="html">I have a long to-do list today. For one, I have to make strawberry jam since my fridge is FULL of strawberries from a berry-picking expedition on the weekend and they are NOT getting any fresher. And my kitchen floor needs to be washed. And there is, of course, laundry.So instead of doing THAT, I've been making stupid lists in my head. Of course.New Ideas for Blog Names For The "Baby", Who Is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/hHd4g7P93_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7811195334858899479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=7811195334858899479" title="50 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7811195334858899479" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7811195334858899479" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/hHd4g7P93_0/things-i-am-doing-instead-of-what-i.html" title="Things I Am Doing Instead of What I Should Be Doing" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmF4BR2AvAM/SlHyU4BpRvI/AAAAAAAAC2A/s1jihZmitQA/s72-c/grinch-stole-christmas4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">50</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-am-doing-instead-of-what-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-4923655170451458933</id><published>2009-07-03T11:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:13:39.325-04:00</updated><title type="text">RANTING. RANTING ABOUT CUPCAKES.</title><summary type="html">Edited to add: seriously! It's a cupcake book review for the ages!I am on a prolonged rant today in my review blog over a cupcake recipe book that truly got on my nerves. See you there, I hope!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/zIe9UM1GSfE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4923655170451458933/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=4923655170451458933" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/4923655170451458933" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/4923655170451458933" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/zIe9UM1GSfE/ranting-ranting-about-cupcakes.html" title="RANTING. RANTING ABOUT CUPCAKES." /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/ranting-ranting-about-cupcakes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-5880602523795887104</id><published>2009-07-02T10:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:10:58.265-04:00</updated><title type="text">I had to call Poison Control the other day!</title><summary type="html">.... and then I wrote about it. Go. Learn from my parenting misadventures. And possibly identify your yard plants BEFORE your kids eat 'em.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/1Fi4nPZtb-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5880602523795887104/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=5880602523795887104" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/5880602523795887104" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/5880602523795887104" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/1Fi4nPZtb-o/i-had-to-call-poison-control-other-day.html" title="I had to call Poison Control the other day!" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-to-call-poison-control-other-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-7680436675456673737</id><published>2009-06-30T16:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:45:25.513-04:00</updated><title type="text">It's Canada Day tomorrow!</title><summary type="html">... and that means that it's time to show your low-key but still patriotic affection for your country by making a kitschy dessert.Like this one that I made last year:Yeah, that was magnificent. The recipe is here, should you feel inspired to make a (likely better) version yourself. Or you could make a red-and-white Canada Day cake.Or you could make some festive cupcakes.Or you could express your &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/C05fb7ebYDE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7680436675456673737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=7680436675456673737" title="24 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7680436675456673737" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7680436675456673737" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/C05fb7ebYDE/its-canada-day-tomorrow.html" title="It's Canada Day tomorrow!" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmF4BR2AvAM/SkpxGy1qjVI/AAAAAAAAC14/iojT09J7kn4/s72-c/26.06.07+005.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-canada-day-tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-1455178784196792394</id><published>2009-06-29T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:26:38.857-04:00</updated><title type="text">Angels</title><summary type="html">If you were a girl child in the 70s, Charlie's Angels probably figured largely in your life. This amuses me - who among us would even LET our young children watch a sleazy show like that now? Ah, the 70s, that era of just TERRIBLE parental judgement.Anyhow.I remember playing Charlie's Angels ALL the time on the schoolyard and with friends and I was always stuck being the turtleneck-wearing nerd &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/YOuiEX3Bytw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1455178784196792394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=1455178784196792394" title="34 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1455178784196792394" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1455178784196792394" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/YOuiEX3Bytw/angels.html" title="Angels" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">34</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/angels.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-7041347674200569407</id><published>2009-06-27T12:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:00:58.438-04:00</updated><title type="text">Who's Bad?</title><summary type="html">So how much do we own the very famous?Michael Jackson was one of the few remaining Very Famous left, famous not for his achievements - which mainly happened in the 80s, back when he was mainly known for being talented and only mildly eccentric - but as a personality, as The Person Who Wanted To Own The Elephant's Man's Bones And Was Best Friends With Elizabeth Taylor, as The Guy Who Dangled His &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/FbpeX5WJrYo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7041347674200569407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=7041347674200569407" title="28 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7041347674200569407" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7041347674200569407" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/FbpeX5WJrYo/whos-bad.html" title="Who's Bad?" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">28</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/whos-bad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-9125869479323292935</id><published>2009-06-25T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:31:35.088-04:00</updated><title type="text">This being Thursday</title><summary type="html">... I am posting at 5 Minutes for Parenting, of course. Today, I wrote about my Boy, who is hovering in some uncomfortable place between the tall schoolboy he looks like and the little boy he actually is and then I wrote about my feeeeeeelings. See you there!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/QRh8KNMPVvk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9125869479323292935/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=9125869479323292935" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/9125869479323292935" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/9125869479323292935" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/QRh8KNMPVvk/this-being-thursday.html" title="This being Thursday" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-being-thursday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-8506675856158023053</id><published>2009-06-24T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:01:28.663-04:00</updated><title type="text">Hey You Guys: Cut It Out</title><summary type="html">For those of you who follow me - however unwisely - on Twitter, you're likely aware that the past few days have been really upsetting. For those of you who don't, here's the story in a nutshell:1) My brother and sister-in-law are expecting their first baby in August.2) My sister-in-law is 31 weeks pregnant this week.3) When she developed scary pregnancy complications.4) And ended up in the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/8F8ISu0g2lw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8506675856158023053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=8506675856158023053" title="45 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8506675856158023053" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8506675856158023053" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/8F8ISu0g2lw/hey-you-guys-cut-it-out.html" title="Hey You Guys: Cut It Out" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">45</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-you-guys-cut-it-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-357070100778814014</id><published>2009-06-22T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:19:39.284-04:00</updated><title type="text">Summer, Ugh.</title><summary type="html">My cousin has been visiting from way down in Southern Ontario all this week, and he said something which struck me as very, very funny."You forget how bad mosquitoes are when you're living down South," he said, slapping himself furiously.And it's not just mosquitoes. The Baby got bitten by some sort of horrid bug last night in the yard, and the mark - in between her shoulder blades - immediately &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/w-AXPeJww8w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/357070100778814014/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=357070100778814014" title="60 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/357070100778814014" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/357070100778814014" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/w-AXPeJww8w/summer-ugh.html" title="Summer, Ugh." /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">60</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-ugh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-5561161720122926046</id><published>2009-06-22T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:38:23.210-04:00</updated><title type="text">Summer Mixed Tape 2009</title><summary type="html">Just like - if you're close in age to me - in high school! Except it's harder to take this one with you - still pretty close to summery aural perfection.         &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/hJqdO88gn10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5561161720122926046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=5561161720122926046" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/5561161720122926046" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/5561161720122926046" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/hJqdO88gn10/summer-mixed-tape-2009.html" title="Summer Mixed Tape 2009" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-mixed-tape-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-2508226284452717512</id><published>2009-06-19T14:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:58:15.321-04:00</updated><title type="text">Summer Songs</title><summary type="html">It is all at once summer here, with intense heat and sudden thunderstorms and the constant hum of mosquitoes - and I need some summer music. You know the type - happy, carefree, relaxed... and of course, I can't think of ANYTHING. All of the music I listen to is apparently wintery, melancholy stuff.So HELP me find some summer music for lounging around my yard and trips to the beach and avoiding &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/KQIWNo6hf1w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2508226284452717512/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=2508226284452717512" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/2508226284452717512" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/2508226284452717512" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/KQIWNo6hf1w/summer-songs.html" title="Summer Songs" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-songs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-2991882760659337445</id><published>2009-06-18T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:48:09.689-04:00</updated><title type="text">My post today!</title><summary type="html">It's over here. The title of it amused me for AGES. Oh, clever clever me.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/Jmv6wydbv-U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2991882760659337445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=2991882760659337445" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/2991882760659337445" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/2991882760659337445" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/Jmv6wydbv-U/my-post-today.html" title="My post today!" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-post-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-4245654076544912739</id><published>2009-06-17T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:10:53.983-04:00</updated><title type="text">Posts I Am Thinking About Writing</title><summary type="html">1) A really ranty one about an anonymous-ish email I got from someone who saw fit to tell me that I write less about The Boy than I do about my daughters and thus I obviously love him less....He has ASKED me not to write about him, OKAY? I mean, he finds me embarrassing enough and the very idea that I might write things about him for strangers to read bothers him for some mysterious reason.Why am&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/6YONIIF2saA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4245654076544912739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=4245654076544912739" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/4245654076544912739" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/4245654076544912739" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/6YONIIF2saA/posts-i-am-thinking-about-writing.html" title="Posts I Am Thinking About Writing" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">40</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/posts-i-am-thinking-about-writing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-8227671777538736939</id><published>2009-06-15T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:41:34.380-04:00</updated><title type="text">The Baby Sounds Off</title><summary type="html">On Linguistics. And Cheese."Mozzarella is a very stylish word."On Keeping One's Elders Amused."Papa, I have a new game for us. It is called You Sit There And I Dump This Shovel Of Sand On Your Head."On Timeless Beauty."Oh, I love this dress! It's so antique and pretty. It reminds me of long-time ago girls, like from seven years ago."On Linguistics, Part II."I am inventing a new language because I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/5YhnXpGNLXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8227671777538736939/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=8227671777538736939" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8227671777538736939" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8227671777538736939" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/5YhnXpGNLXw/baby-sounds-off.html" title="The Baby Sounds Off" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmF4BR2AvAM/SjaVyl4UVNI/AAAAAAAAC1o/Dqy0Q4jttXM/s72-c/kid.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-sounds-off.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-5546920823460426979</id><published>2009-06-11T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:03:44.071-04:00</updated><title type="text">Another day,</title><summary type="html">another post that is someplace else. Here's my post for today, in which I inarticulately try to explain a revelation I had this morning.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/hLe3WsnvXf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5546920823460426979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=5546920823460426979" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/5546920823460426979" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/5546920823460426979" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/hLe3WsnvXf4/another-day.html" title="Another day," /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-1192952540900225308</id><published>2009-06-09T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:37:25.358-04:00</updated><title type="text">Posts about fish and loss</title><summary type="html">I have a new post up at Canada Moms Blog. It is about a moderately ill-fated fishing trip that my kids went on this weekend and then I get all moody and stuff. I should write these descriptive blips for a living, eh? I am awesome at them.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/RJ9iE8SoQrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1192952540900225308/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=1192952540900225308" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1192952540900225308" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1192952540900225308" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/RJ9iE8SoQrY/posts-about-fish-and-loss.html" title="Posts about fish and loss" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/posts-about-fish-and-loss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-8504764854078435400</id><published>2009-06-07T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:11:43.835-04:00</updated><title type="text">Over and Over and Over</title><summary type="html">I think most readers have beloved books, books that instantly spell comfort. I have books that I reread frequently, some of which have been favorites for well over 20 years. You would think I would be rather tired of them by now, but apparently my being a creature of utter habit extends entirely into my reading as well.1. Neither Here Nor There by Bill BrysonThis book has been a great favorite of&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/qRbKJyE_XyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8504764854078435400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=8504764854078435400" title="44 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8504764854078435400" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8504764854078435400" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/qRbKJyE_XyY/over-and-over-and-over.html" title="Over and Over and Over" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">44</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/over-and-over-and-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-448596235364842506</id><published>2009-06-06T21:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:34:20.590-04:00</updated><title type="text">I read a book.</title><summary type="html">Oh, clever, clever me. And I wrote about it over here.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/p3eXXd5gVFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/448596235364842506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=448596235364842506" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/448596235364842506" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/448596235364842506" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/p3eXXd5gVFo/i-read-book.html" title="I read a book." /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-read-book.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-7049888742532201639</id><published>2009-06-05T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:35:47.731-04:00</updated><title type="text" /><summary type="html">Doesn't Martha Stewart's Cupcakes sound like it could be the name of something smutty? But no, it's not - unless you're one of those people who equate one's moral fiber with the amount of fiber in your diet. In any case, I read it, I felt mixed about it and I wrote about it here.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/1SQCLMTtFXs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7049888742532201639/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=7049888742532201639" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7049888742532201639" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7049888742532201639" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/1SQCLMTtFXs/doesnt-martha-stewarts-cupcakes-sound.html" title="" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/doesnt-martha-stewarts-cupcakes-sound.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-1159867607397691226</id><published>2009-06-04T11:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:53:37.759-04:00</updated><title type="text">Today's post</title><summary type="html">..is here. I am having one gosh-darn heck of a morning with The Baby, so I'm going to go put a cold compress on my head and practice my deep breathing. See you there!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/wnh9n52jy4I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1159867607397691226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=1159867607397691226" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1159867607397691226" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1159867607397691226" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/wnh9n52jy4I/todays-post.html" title="Today's post" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-7405550028426822523</id><published>2009-06-03T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:38:14.200-04:00</updated><title type="text">Picnic</title><summary type="html">My mother grew up in a community of farms and farmers, farms that had been operated by the same families for a hundred years or more, intertwined on a small island.These farmers were much the same - taciturn, intelligent, lanky men with kind, practical hearts and drawers full of medals from WWII, and their capable wives who ran the UCW and made pies and raised housefuls of fine children - and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/HIOvh69Ct6Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7405550028426822523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=7405550028426822523" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7405550028426822523" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/7405550028426822523" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/HIOvh69Ct6Y/picnic.html" title="Picnic" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/picnic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-8267983322403949638</id><published>2009-06-01T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:00:21.845-04:00</updated><title type="text">A guest post by my DAD!</title><summary type="html">Over here!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/H5KmITBs1QQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8267983322403949638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=8267983322403949638" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8267983322403949638" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/8267983322403949638" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/H5KmITBs1QQ/guest-post-by-my-dad.html" title="A guest post by my DAD!" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/guest-post-by-my-dad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-4393728317416841417</id><published>2009-06-01T11:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:13:20.089-04:00</updated><title type="text">Drying Paint</title><summary type="html">for Amber My girls are sharing a room again, and the room's previous colour - a jolly frog belly green -became all at once too boyish. So we took the girls' to the paint store and they stood silently staring at the wall of paint samples - The Baby overwhelmed by all of the choices, The Girl sullen with resentment that she was going from having a room to herself to sharing yet again.Pink? Too &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/hwxRFYsn70o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4393728317416841417/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=4393728317416841417" title="35 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/4393728317416841417" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/4393728317416841417" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/hwxRFYsn70o/drying-paint.html" title="Drying Paint" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">35</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/drying-paint.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620256211815594067.post-1870282165481794464</id><published>2009-05-31T09:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:19:39.395-04:00</updated><title type="text">Puffballs Are Not Dandelions - Important Public Notice</title><summary type="html">I cannot believe puffballs are not common knowledge. They are a type of fungus that grows up into a large ball which can be HUGE! GIGANTIC! And their most important feature - should you be either a child or really immature - is that when you step on them, they make a very dramatic cloud of spores over and over again.Also, they're edible and quite tasty.Dandelions are pretty awesome, too. They're &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~4/jaMtWe1l3TA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1870282165481794464/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620256211815594067&amp;postID=1870282165481794464" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1870282165481794464" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620256211815594067/posts/default/1870282165481794464" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FrogAndToadAreStillFriends/~3/jaMtWe1l3TA/puffballs-are-not-dandelions-important.html" title="Puffballs Are Not Dandelions - Important Public Notice" /><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617</uri><email>beckfrogandtoad@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11559023109724258566" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmF4BR2AvAM/SiKqeswgclI/AAAAAAAAC0w/NOhmu0p2r7g/s72-c/kite+flying.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frogandtoadarestillfriends.blogspot.com/2009/05/puffballs-are-not-dandelions-important.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
