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•  Are there some matters that are better left untouched regardless of how important it is that they be addressed???  

You know those matters... They are the one you tuck far back in the corner of the closet with the intention that they'll never, ever, see the light of day.  From time-to-time you take them out of their hiding place, take a look at</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/uV8-MqRe8N4/grover-opened-massive-can-of-elephant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/grover-opened-massive-can-of-elephant.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-5641210202751768586</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T21:01:02.281-05:00</atom:updated><title>And Another Chapter Comes To A Close</title><atom:summary>Tomorrow, another chapter of my life  will come to an end.

Over the past couple of years I've had a lot of chapters end just as quickly as they began.  Though I call them chapters, they are probably more like sub-chapters of some greater chapter of my life that I will one day look back on and refer too.  Until that day, I will continue to call them chapters.

When I started this chapter two </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/ax45ithvpw0/and-another-chapter-comes-to-close.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/and-another-chapter-comes-to-close.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-6947468976914532481</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T18:45:14.407-05:00</atom:updated><title>iFail</title><atom:summary>In the weeks that have followed the passing of Steve Jobs there has been a lot of talk about his views on failure.  Today's Thursday blog post is was inspired by these articles... This week, Susanna to ask us to write about something we have failed at and the lesson we learned from the experience.

Here are some of my thoughts on failure . . . 

One of the first articles I saw about Steve Jobs' </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/Pf2Dh2SU9gM/ifail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/ifail.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-4131524335657774794</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-23T00:50:15.449-05:00</atom:updated><title>365 Days Later</title><atom:summary>I always forget how subconsciously October, November, December and January are tough months for me.

Typically, it's not until I'm somewhere into February that I really remember why those four months present challenges.  The obvious answer, for those that don't know much about my life, would be that it's the change in the weather.  I'm not going to lie and say I love the cold, but I know that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/fj9OM_2_9Zs/365-days-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/365-days-later.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-4623864242667638971</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-22T13:41:32.294-05:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween</title><atom:summary>This week's Thursday Blog topic, compliments of Melissa, is: Halloween

The last time I really remember participating in Halloween as back in 2001.  I had just moved back to the Chicagoland area and the place I was working said we could dress up for work if we wanted - so I did!  My middle brother had gone to fantasy baseball camp and had gotten a Cubs uniform with our last name on it.  Since the</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/-YU2zFv2Afg/halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/halloween.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-8143984107921929707</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T14:23:38.902-06:00</atom:updated><title>38:47.6</title><atom:summary>If I had a dollar for every time I told someone about this goal over the years I'd be a very rich woman.

Over the years, while sharing information about myself, such as my hobbies and interests, the fact that I wanted to complete a 5k race inevitably came up and every time I ended this part of the conversation the last thing I would say is, "I plant to do it soon."  However, as I said above, I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/qZ8zhIce3GQ/38476.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/38476.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-2578428017266451435</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-15T20:26:13.075-05:00</atom:updated><title>12 Hours And Counting</title><atom:summary>It's exactly 12 hours before the 5k race I've been blabbering about for months now begins. 

I have to admit I'm feeling somewhat like I did the night before I took the LSAT; however, unlike the LSAT the results for tomorrow's race really have no significant implications on my life in the big scheme of things.  Surely, the race results will not determine whether or not I get accepted to school.  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/_S_lA1D02Dk/12-hours-and-counting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/12-hours-and-counting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-5629162491671316520</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-16T05:49:06.820-05:00</atom:updated><title>Life Is Uncertain</title><atom:summary>It was around this time 10 years ago.  After a night out with a friend, I made my way back to the suburbs via the el.  I had parked my car at a local suburb el station and took the train in for my night out.  I figured it would be easier than trying to find parking.  The trip home was a two-step process.  The first step was to take the red line from the city to the end of the line and then </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/0sAkJx5fzLE/life-is-uncertain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/life-is-uncertain.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-8283311517504000174</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 05:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T10:07:17.935-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Slice Of Humble Pie</title><atom:summary>BFF was the one that called me out on it.  I had just commented to her that I really didn't have the time to date like I had hoped since I was prepping for the LSAT - amongst all the other things I had going on in my life - and would need to make the guy I had gone out with a few times aware of this little tidbit of information.  That's when she pointed out the irony of that statement as I had </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/KVpt7fQG6CU/slice-of-humble-pie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/slice-of-humble-pie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-2828663538707897427</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T17:05:41.744-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mr. Perfect</title><atom:summary>I didn't give him the nickname "Mr. Perfect."  

It was someone else who did it.  Apparently, I had spent enough time discussing how "perfect" this acquittance of mine was that she felt the title fit him well.  As I drove home that day from Southern Belle's house all I could think about was why I was so hung-up on Mr. Perfect.  

This week for the Thursday blog project, Susanna asked us to talk </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/ciZJpSoU89s/mr-perfect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/10/mr-perfect.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-3221658410010951794</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-25T09:10:03.693-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Trip To The Farm</title><atom:summary>Last October I joined a board recruitment volunteer project for an organic farm learning center.  

The timing of this project was perfect in a few way.  First, I had just rolled-off my first board recruitment project so there was no lag time between projects.  Second, a few of my friends had joined a farmshare that past summer so I was in the process of learning about the organic farms and the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/yjHDf2y1hqw/trip-to-farm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/trip-to-farm.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-4436325038943163558</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-22T21:47:59.188-05:00</atom:updated><title>They Should Call It A crackPhone</title><atom:summary>For the Thursday blog project this week, Melissa asked the group: What is your biggest addiction or vice? 

"I don't know what I did without this thing."  

I can't tell you how many times I've heard someone say that about their iPhones. Before I got one, I'd chuckle whenever I heard this statement made. Then I got one. . . 

It didn't take me long to realize I was going to be addicted to my </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/Wo8zw-V9Iyc/they-should-call-it-crackphone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/they-should-call-it-crackphone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-672549950917192156</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T21:13:27.372-06:00</atom:updated><title>It Wasn't Physical But It Still Really Hurt</title><atom:summary>For the Thursday Blogging group project this week, momarock picked the topic: What is the worst physical trauma (or pain) you've ever been in?

Before I start with my post, I want to say I thought LONG and HARD about what I was going to write about and kept coming back to this.  This is truly the worst and most painful trauma that I have been through in my life . . . .

Throughout my life I've </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/O7n3nlXsHeo/it-wasnt-physical-but-it-still-really.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/it-wasnt-physical-but-it-still-really.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-7681245901935105971</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T03:38:38.225-05:00</atom:updated><title>Passive Aggressive Thoughts?</title><atom:summary>For sometime I've wanted to use "Passive Aggressive Thoughts" as a subject for one of these thoughts posts.

As time went by I found myself wanting to talk about this idea of how these thoughts posts could been seen as passive aggressive.  That has since flowed into how blogging can be passive aggressive... 

I believe blogging itself can be a passive aggressive activity if you want it to be.  If</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/hVIC8gJRm7w/passive-aggressive-thoughts_13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/passive-aggressive-thoughts_13.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-5982474696733757824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-11T23:35:54.841-05:00</atom:updated><title>Derby Digest: Something To Do With Falling</title><atom:summary>Well, it happened.  I knew it would happen, I just didn't expect it to be so soon.  Furthermore, I didn't expect that it wouldn't be at an actual practice or bout.

What am I talking about?  Well, this past weekend I fell while skating and bang-up my right knee.  At first glance it looked awful - I think I actually saw the color purple around the edge of the wound.  As I said, I was at an open </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/r3uQ-PttKtY/derby-digest-something-to-do-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/derby-digest-something-to-do-with.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-3413622760058590479</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-10T23:14:51.825-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hey There Sexy!</title><atom:summary>For the longest time, my friend Yelper would start our chat conversations with by saying, "Hey Sexy!"


I'd cringe each and every time;  "Sexy" was not a word I thought described me.  Cute, pretty, sweet...ok, I'll go with those; however, "sexy" was a word I was not comfortable being use to describe me.  Eventually, we once had a long discussion about why I wanted him to stop this behavior.... </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/kB531BYxZcQ/hey-there-sexy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/hey-there-sexy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-625546820881603700</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T09:57:58.428-05:00</atom:updated><title>Derby Digest: Fresh Meat</title><atom:summary>About two months ago I started to entertain the idea of participating in Roller Derby.  Though I had heard things about Roller Derby hear and there over I hadn't really paid THAT much attention.  It took my friend mentioning an ad she saw on Craigs List to really get my attention about the sport and move me to learn more about it.

At the time I had heard that a local team was looking for new </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/GpWrk2UjXtk/derby-digest-fresh-meat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/derby-digest-fresh-meat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-8713949636746039856</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-01T23:31:10.471-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bad-Assery</title><atom:summary>This week, for the Thursday Blog Project Susanna asked us to take a look at the article, "Tough Gals: Do They Still Exist?"  and asked us to share give our thoughts of what the author had to say about women today being "girly - again." 


Should you choose not to read the article, I will summarize it a bit.  The premise of this article is that women in 2011 are moving farther and farther away </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/GFzyVextMCI/bad-assery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/09/bad-assery.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-1581630418514239937</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-25T08:11:42.211-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thank You Mr. B!</title><atom:summary>This week's Thursday Blog topic is one that I have been thinking about a lot lately.  Melissa asked the group to answer the following question: Who was your favorite teacher (any year of school) and why?

I'm amending this topic ever so slightly... I'm going to talk about the teacher who had the greatest impact on me.

First and foremost, I'd like to say at first I was going to write about </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/NLzeZv1ua-c/thank-you-mr-b.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/08/thank-you-mr-b.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-4190085336854167940</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-24T12:14:43.120-05:00</atom:updated><title>This Baby Got Back</title><atom:summary>For as long as I can remember I've carried the majority of my weight in the lower half of my body.  With the passing of time I've gotten mixed messages about this fact -  On many occasions I've been called a "fat-ass" or made fun of because of the way my body is shaped.  On others, I've been ogled by men because of it.

Like I said, mixed messages . . .

As for my feelings towards my body shape, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/99d8EDsfyO4/this-baby-got-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/08/this-baby-got-back.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-147219281976047023</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-12T06:10:47.269-05:00</atom:updated><title>That Was Then; This Is Now</title><atom:summary>A few weeks ago it hit me.  

I don’t think about it often.  Only when I have one of those “how long have we known each other” conversation with one of my friends I’ve known what seems like forever.    That’s when I go into the “normal”  train of thought to figure out that answer.  It starts out something like:

“Well, I’ve been back here since August 2001 . . .“


This week, for the Thursday </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/ACdnCtf6BWw/that-was-then-this-is-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/08/that-was-then-this-is-now.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-891549056975445844</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2011 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-05T15:57:37.956-05:00</atom:updated><title>"Lose Yourself"</title><atom:summary>There is great emotion wrapped around this week's Thursday blog topic . . .This week, Mom of Many - Susanna - asked us: What is your theme song? Is this song always your theme song or does it change based on the circumstances?To date I believe I've written on this topic at least twice.  Once during last year's blog project and, more recently, in May during the 30 days of Music Challenge.  However</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/gZX7cj0gDhY/lose-yourself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/hO2wA0Te0wM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/08/lose-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-2234562321147581536</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-04T16:02:10.006-05:00</atom:updated><title>Everyone Has A Theory</title><atom:summary>•   This month has been the month of theories.  I have my own theories about things.  Maybe that part has to do with the fact that I'm also opinionated - who knows.  Anyhow, most of the theories that have been tossed around amongst my friends have to do with dating.  Ah yes, dating ... such a great subject to discuss.  One of the girls I met this month said she's at the point with dating that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/opanQUwy-Wg/everyone-has-theory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/08/everyone-has-theory.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-2976668228513981446</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-29T05:55:43.666-05:00</atom:updated><title>There Are Seven</title><atom:summary>I am:Sneezy:I sneeze in threes.Spend enough time with me and it won't take you long to figure this out. Since day one, my whole sneezing in threes has been a big joke amongst my coworkers. Instead of saying "G-d bless you" after I sneeze those that sit around me wait until they hear the third sneeze. If there is a significant enough pause, they will ask if there is anymore coming. I'm not kidding</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/6C6gK5IuHZQ/there-are-seven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SNy0BveQdM/TjIf__BcueI/AAAAAAAABAo/2t_6mus3hjg/s72-c/Sneezy.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/07/there-are-seven.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794126017783299758.post-6898761598120885288</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 04:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-28T05:56:46.208-05:00</atom:updated><title>How Many In 9 Minutes</title><atom:summary>It's 10 minutes until midnight.  I have 9 minutes to come-up with as many thoughts as possible. The "publish" button must be pushed at 11:59PM - or at least that is my rule on this post for tonight.  So here I go . . .•  The pot of water is simmering and I can't seem to not stare at it.  I like life better when I wasn't looking.  I wasn't as stressed and anxious.    •  That would be wHine, not </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FroggieKnitsLikeCrazy/~3/yygkTZPPcl0/how-many-in-9-minutes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Froggie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.froggieknitslikecrazy.com/2011/07/how-many-in-9-minutes.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

