Most of you who have gone on this blog journey with me would, in all likelihood, know the reason behind my site design. Just in case the thought hasn't struck you yet (if it isn't obvious enough), I happen to like frogs. No. Let me rephrase that. I happen to LOVE frogs.
To set things straight, I don't go foraging out into the forest in the middle of the night with a flashlight in hopes of catching these magnificent creatures to add to a taxidermist's collection of odds and ends. I do collect frogs. Only the stuffed, porcelain, texturized, furniture-ly, musical (you get the picture) kind, though.
Over the years, friends and family would give me the cutest, strangest, most unique frogs they would happen to find while vacationing abroad, shopping in a grocery/mall or browsing through flea markets and my collectibles expanded and expanded some more. It has gotten to the point where on my birthday or Christmas, I can count on having a couple of frog thingies as presents in the lot. Actually had to have a shelf custom-designed in my room to fit everything in! I never really counted them but right now my guess would be that there are probably around 500 items. Give or take a few. Here. Take a look.
Name it and there's a pretty good chance that I would have it. From pens, stationery and books to bed (pillows, sheets, comforters, little lamps, chimes, carpet) and bath (towels, toothbrush and soap holders, soap dispensers, shower curtain, trash bin, soap, shampoo) paraphernalia to clothing (shirts, nightshirts, jammies, hats, bags, wallets) to toys (stuffed frogs, snowglobes, picture frames, musical figurines) and such obscure items as a fly-swatter, calculator, magnifying glass, snorkeling gear, even a tamagochi, for crying out loud. My most treasured keepsakes are the Magic Talking Kermit doll (a special doll made just for Sesame Street's 30th Anniversary), a musical picture frame which has a rotating frog prince head that plays "Someday My Prince Will Come" from Snow White and a huge smartly dressed Mister Toad (from Wind In The Willows) stuffed toy given to me by my friend Jennie back in college.
Strange thing is, it's like an addiction. I have this uncanny ability to zero in on anything that remotely resembles a frog when I'm anywhere. Crazy huh? And I don't think I'll be cured of it any time soon. All I can say is different strokes for different folks. I'm happy. So sue me.
Let me leave you with these classic words from Hall & Oates:
You know there's something you need
Right here and now
To fill the space inside of yourself
Money love or power
When you want to have the number one first run anyone
You're crazy 'til you own them
You ought to know better than that
The more that you buy the less you get back...
It's a case of possession obsession