tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22029377973678564892012-02-28T15:32:40.958-06:00One frog's distinct voice on the world around her.Froggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07969983746253967118noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202937797367856489.post-73572792654300144562012-02-24T13:29:00.000-06:002012-02-24T13:49:57.126-06:00

Various things this week have taken me down memory lane . . . • Today I woke up to a message from M regarding a friend of hers, that I also know. The long and the short of the situation is that I use to spend time with this person until out of the blue they stopped calling me. Six months later we ran into one another at a post-Thanksgiving party M had. They were even more of a douche bag to

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I've had a horrible bout with procrastination over the past month or so. Normally, when I have something to do I get it done, however that hasn't been the case lately. Lately it's been . . . Procrastinator = ME! So when it got to be Monday evening, and I still hadn't picked a topic for this week's Thursday Blog Project (something I should have done last Thursday... Sunday at the latest), I

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I tried going "wordless", but who am I kidding. "Wordy" is more the way to title these Wednesday posts... The video below is another one that was sent to me by a friend. It was their belief, until recently, that I could watch this video without a problem because I enjoy skydiving and want to go zip-lining and repelling. That isn't the case. To be honest, it took me awhile to watch this

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The other night I had a rather long, and deep conversation with a friend of mine. The topic of conversation touched upon a sensitive topic and a lot of personal information was shared. After my friend finished "dumping" (their phrase, not mine -- to me it was more like sharing) all this information on me they commented that they couldn't believe that they had just shared all of it via text --

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"History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce." ~ Karl Marx The Tragedy: Amongst the many guidelines I live my life by is that I respect the way others choose to practice their religion. I may not agree with the way others practice their religion, but I will not tell someone it is wrong, nor will I push them to practice their religion in a particular manner. In return, I expect

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This week for the Thursday Blog Project, Susanna asked us to write about: Our funniest Valentine's Day memory. I don't have a funny Valentine's Day memory. Of the few V-Day memories I have, none of them jump out at me as humorous. Honestly, at this point they all seem to blur together into clusters -- Valentine's Day as a kid, Valentine's Day blunders (aka - never send a boy a stuff animal

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Please Note: I did not take this video. This video was sent to me in an e-mail forward. I don't know where it originated...

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• About a month ago, while feasting on boneless chicken wings, I almost choked -- some bites went down the wrong pipe. I didn't realize this was the case until I tried to take a drink of water. I immediately spit the water up and started coughing in an attempt to dislodge the piece of chicken wing. In the process, I bent over, and began to tear-up. After the piece of chicken wing dislodged

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Last year I gave up chocolate. When I did this, I joked it was what I was giving up for Lent since my decision to not eat chocolate anymore started on Ash Wednesday. (Coincident... totally coincidental! Remember, I'm Jewish so technically I don't recognize Lent.) A few weeks ago, a friend and I were tweeting back and forth about Wrigley Field -- we both have rather strong views on what should,

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Back in December, as part of my Thursday blogging group, I wrote about the things I'd like to accomplish this year. One of the things I talked about was writing for a Chick Lit Blog. Back in 2010, I was asked to do a tribute post to one of my favorite authors. At the time I said that I would do it, but couldn't at that moment. Aside from the state of affairs being what they were at that

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This week for the Thursday blog project Melissa ask the group to: Create something based on a fairy tale: TV series, movie, novel, musical...your choice! Talk about how you'd do it and if it's performance based, who you'd cast. Even though I know millions around the world watch this reality tv show, I'm still embarrassed to admit I watch it as well. However, it's the show I'm basing the fairy

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The first time I ever took my digital SLR out to play was at a local park in Glen Ellyn, IL -- Lake Ellyn. There they have a man-made lake that community members skate at during the winter. As lucky would have it, the day I ventured there was the first day of this community open skate. The series below is of three girls that caught my eye that day. This is my "Wordless Wednesday" because I

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Ever Thursday, myself and three of my friends blog about the same topic. We all take turns picking the topic. This week, Momarock Sara pick the topic: If you could go back in time and change one historical event, which one would it be? Why would you, and what changes do you think would come from it? After taking time to consider my options, I recruited a few of my fellow internal optimists

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A few months ago I wrote about someone I know whom my friend gave the nickname "Mr. Perfect." At the time of this post I knew very little about this individual. They were someone I had seen around here and there. At the time of the post "acquaintances" described our relationship best as we had only spoke no more than two or three times. As I mentioned in my post, I realize no one is "perfect,

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It's my belief, that for some people their strengths are also their weaknesses. She is one of those people. Strong as a rock, Ruthie has a tendency to not let people in too quickly. Why would she want too? She's been burned so many time, and badly too, it's surprising that things effect her to begin with; however, she is just a mere moral. To her advantage, this wall she's built-up isn't

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I saw this on a sidewalk while I was in the area of downtown Chicago known as "the Loop" . . . I know this is suppose to be a "wordless" post, but I feel the need to say that this is some of the best advice I've ever received, and could ever give someone. Doing this makes all the difference!

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My post tonight wasn't written for this blog. It was published earlier today on a ChickLit blog. It's my first blog post to be published on a blog other than my own. (SO EXCITING!!!) What makes this even more special is that the post was about a new book called, "MWF Seeking BFF" by Rachel Bertsche and a "Meet the Author" event featuring Rachel discussing her year long search for a new best

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I was born early. How early depends on whose due date you go by. If you go by the doctor's due date I was over a month early. If you go by the time frame my mom believed I would arrive, I was about two weeks early. Nonetheless, I was early. I mention this only because I believe it explains a lot of who I was up until recently. When I look back, I seem to have always wanted things to happen

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In March, it will be one year since I gave up chocolate. I often joke I gave it up for Lent because I made the decision to not eat chocolate for 30 days on Ash Wednesday, however Lent was not my underlying motivation for the decision. Back in April I wrote about my experience giving up this delightful treat. The post title said it all: It Was Easier To Give Up Smoking. (Who would have thought

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I've received many letters in my lifetime, but most of them I can't remember everything about the exact moment I read them -- except for one. I was in my kitchen. I was standing in front of my little, flimsy cart that held various kitchen utensils. I stared at the envelop for at least a couple of minutes. And I can still remember who was with me waiting for me to share the content. Of all

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The first time I ever heard of the cosmetics company Philosophy was about five/six years ago. A friend of the family loved their scent "Falling In Love" and we were sent on an errand to pick up a bottle of it for her birthday. Then, about four years ago my mom mentioned how much she loved their products -- mostly their fragrances, but I think she also used a few of their other products. That's

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It started sometime around the Spring 2010. I was with my mom, apparently in a good mood, and smiling. That's when she asked the question, "Who is he?" I shook my head, gave her one of my unique "what the hell are you talking about" looks, and returned the question with a question of my own . . . "Why do you think there is someone?"I said. "Because the only time you smile is when there is a

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For this week's Thursday blog, Sara asked us to give are thoughts on the following: Given that next Thursday will be into the new year, I'd like to hear about everyone's new year's resolutions for 2012, as well as highlights they'd like to bring up from 2011. First and foremost, I'm not going to recap 2011. It was a very good year for me and there was a lot to recap; however, I've done several

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I haven't done a monthly recap in awhile. Actually, I can't remember the last time I did one. Maybe sometime this summer? Whenever my last update might have been, it has been quite sometime. Life is busy. So busy that I can't seem to squeeze everything I want to into my days. On the days that I don't have a demanding schedule I do the things I deem most necessary to get done, and then I

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This week, I asked the ladies of the Thursday blog project to write about their thought regarding Timothy Tebowing and the new phenomenon of "Tebowing." Before I get into my thoughts on this, here is some background information. Please note, this is the "cliff notes" I can provide, so if something is missing I apologize in advance: In 2010, the Denver Broncos drafted Tim Tebow, a quarterback

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• Another "Jewish" Christmas is has come to a close. This year, there was a lot of talk about Chinese food. A lot of people I know went for Chinese food. I, however, did not. When I look back on the past couple of years, I realize I've this is one "tradition" I rarely participate in. To be exact, I've only done it once - in 2009. Other than that, I've basically been with family or

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This week for the Thursday blog project, Susanna asked us to write about the following: NTSA says that talking on your cell phone even with a blue tooth, is as dangerous or more dangerous than driving drunk. The recommendation is to ban use of cell phones in car. What do you think about that? I will admit, I had an adverse reaction when I saw this. I get why texting or e-mailing while driving

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Someone once told me I look like Jennifer Love Hewitt.Hmmm . . . I was flattered that this person said that. It was the first time anyone had compared me to a celebrity. Since I typically have a difficult time accepting compliments I didn't say much about it. This week, for the Thursday blog project Sara (Ms. Momarock) asked us if we ever get the following comment: "You look so much like _____

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Recently I was introduced to a blog called: I am a Reader, Not a Writer. It's a book review site. In the short time I've been aware of this site (just a couple of days), I haven't really pegged-down a particular type of genre this site caters too; I have, however, noticed that the featured authors are female which leads me to believe that it's not necessarily genre driven as it is driven towards

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The other night at derby practice we had a new ref join us. When I introduced myself to this individual, I told him my name was Tracey. His reply to me went something like, "Hi Tracey... Ruthie?, I'm Wes." Though I had told him my "real" name he questioned me as the track jacket I was wearing declared I was someone else - "Ruthie RibIt." As we took our places for the scrimmage portion of

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This week, for the Thursday blog project, Melissa picked the topic: Interview your partner from last week's post. Ask 10 questions, including the one you're dying to know the answer to. Last week, I wrote about what I had learned about my partner, Sara (Momarock). This week, I sent her the following 10 questions to answer: Why "Momarock"? Kevin coined the nickname. He's convinced there's

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I actually have a lot topics I want to write about. Things that can't be broken up in to bullet points. However, my mind is kind of all over the place tonight, so I'll save the other stuff for another time... • For as long as I can remember, I've dreamed big. On occasion, I didn't realize I was dreaming big until others pointed out to me. Either way, my dreams have never been close to the

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This past Spring, while trying to decide whether or not to take the June LSAT I asked D when you know it's time to give up on something. (I knew the answer already, but I had to hear it from someone else.) "You just know when it's time." he said. "Yep, that's what I thought." I said to myself in a soft voice. A few days later I registered for the June LSAT. In my heart, I knew I wasn't

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Back in March when I purposed to Mel (Merryland Girl) that we resurrect the Thursday blog project group we struggled with the question of whom we should invite to join us for this chapter of project. The original group had disbanded in mid-2010 and we weren't really sure if the other two members of the group would be interested in giving it another go. After a bit of discussion, Mel and I

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What a day! I mean, I didn't party like a the rock star that I obviously am, or get all wild and crazy. Aside from the fact that it was my birthday it was pretty much your typical day and oddly enough I found myself basking in a calm this evening as I walked around one of my favorite places in the city with only one person keeping me company, myself. So what made it so special? There are a

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It all started because of Facebook. I had received a notification from them on November 29, 2008 that it was my birthday and they hoped it was a great one (or something to that effect). I found this to be interesting considering up until that point I had always celebrated my birthday on November 30th. "Were my parents lying to me this whole time about when my birthday was?" I wondered. As a

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A few months back I was at a small networking meeting where I was discussing all my various areas of interest. After finishing one of the group members who had been in HR for sometime said to me, "You know, one day you're gonna have to make a choice on what you want to focus on." I gave them a funny look and they continued to say that though I enjoy these various areas of interest I would one

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For as long as I can remember I've mostly been told what I wasn't capable of doing. If I had to guess why this was the case I'd say it had to do with the fact that I did a lot of things later than my peers - I started walking late, talking late (which at this point I think I've made up for many times over), etc. Additionally, I think my learning disability made some around me feel that it was

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Before I start this entry, I'd like to apologize in advance in the event that I use language that I wouldn't otherwise use, however do to the nature of the situation, and the emotion wrapped-around, my ability to filter get a little bit out of wack when I speak about this particular matter. Part of me is surprised that this is the first time I've encountered racism. Maybe it's the bubble I

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This evening I took a leisurely stroll down Michigan Ave, a.k.a The Magnificent Mile, "Mag Mile". As I made my way north from Millennium Park (South Michigan Ave) towards the many shops that occupied North Michigan Ave a flurry of memories began to rush through my mind. It all started when I saw Sweetwater Restaurant. I've never actually been to this restaurant when it was Sweetwater. I

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I'd imagine setting a time to meet her for lunch would be a tad on the difficult side. She's busy; I'm busy... or at least I would assume she is busy. Why wouldn't she be busy? I mean, she is me 10 years from now. It only makes sense she would be busy. This week for the Thursday blog project Susanna asked us to write about if we could have lunch with 10 year older self, what we would talk

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A local coffee shop that I spend time at has a chalkboard where they post questions for patrons to answer. From time-to-time I answer the current question if it happens to inspire me. Not too long ago, the following question inspired me... "What is the best gift you've ever received?" I didn't have to think long about this one. My answer: An amazing 2011. Sure, in my lifetime I've gotten a

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• There is only 10 more days left... really, I need more time! • Can someone please tell me why people put exclamation points inside parentheses?(!) I'm seeing this a lot lately I do not understand what the point of this is... what am I missing? • I tried completing what I believe will be a trifecta of sorts by calling to find out where things stood for me on an important matter.

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It was only three months ago I was commenting to PT how I would do things differently if I found myself back in similar circumstance as I was in during 2010... After all hindsight is 20/20. Just a matter of days after making those remarks, I found myself back in the situation I had referenced. Since then, I have done things differently. Don't get me wrong, there are some things that are the

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Sometime I'm amazed how the simplest change can make a huge difference. Today, that change was a decision to get a new shower curtain. My original purpose for venturing to Bed, Bath and Beyond (B3) was to buy a humidifier. Yeah, of course I am doing this after my cold and I parted way, but better late than never. Strolling through B3 is never a chore for me. I love this place. The wanna be

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There is a list of things I want to do before I die. It was established my Junior year of high school. Back in May I wrote about this list and noted the items I had checked off it. Additionally, I mentioned some things I would add to it at this point in my life. Since rediscovering the list a few years back I have used it as a starting point for my life to do list. As long as I'm alive, I

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The cold is still reeking havoc in my world. I'm feeling better, but not 100%. So, tonight I am cheating on this blogging challenge and call this my post. Nite!

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It's 15 days into National Blog Post Month. For the past 15 days I've been posting at lest an entry a day. Even within the first week it becomes that posting daily was more of a challenge than it sounds it would be. This has caused me to think of all the different things I could possibly write about, and remember things that have taken place in my life that I would have otherwise potentially

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First and foremost, I feel the need to say that unlike Vivian and Miss Georgia the "Woo Woo Lady" is not a fictional character. This person does in fact exist, and is someone I have met in real life. Prior to my visit with her, I had heard all about her from someone close to me on several occasions. Given her unique profession I never really thought our paths would cross - energy healing was

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Is feeling under the weather . . . Hopefully, I'll be hopping along at full-force soon!

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"Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by color." ~ Author Unknown

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I've been thinking about friendship a lot this year. It started with people trying to convince me to axe someone out of my life because they really didn't live up to being a true friend. Then, the topic popped back into my world as I thought about the shifts in my network for friend and how these shifts are ever evolving as our individual life circumstances change. Another facet of

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When I was a child shoulder pads were used quite often in various clothes, and thanks to my mom there were plenty of them on hand at home should a particular item of clothing not have them already sewn into it. Every Thursday, myself and three of my friends blog about the same topic. We each take turns on picking the topic. This week, Sara, of Momarock fame, got to pick the topic. Inspired

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• Last week I volunteered at a conference critiquing resume of students looking for their first job. As I prepared for my first session all I could think was, "Wow! I'm the expert now." As I sat and made suggestions on how they could reformat their resume I even began to believe I knew what I was talking about. I have these moments from time-to-time. Not that I didn't think I know what I

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The game is called "Panel of Experts." The premise of the game is there are approximately four to five actors who play the role of an "expert" and answer questions the audience poses to them. The key to this game is that each actor must answer the audience's questions the way the character they developed for the game would answer the question, not how they would answer it in real life.

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It takes me awhile to remember her exact name. We all just call her "Miss Georgia." She wouldn't mind that this was the case. She looks back quite fondly on her beauty pageant days. Her involvement in pageants stretches back to when she was just a little girl. At the tender age of five her mama asked her this was something she'd be interested in doing and she told her with much enthusiasm

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Her name is Vivian. By day she's an account and someone who doesn't really stand out in the crowd. You don't find her in clothes that standout in any way, shape or form. Blending into the background is her thing. Well, at least during the day, that is... Night time is a different story. For the last decade, Vivian has been singing four nights a week at a hole-in-the-wall jazz club that gets

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It's day five of my quest to post an entry every day during the month of November. As I went through my day I thought of many things I'd like to write about, however now that the day is almost over none of them seem doable in such a short time crunch. This caused me to turn to BlogHer to see what the writing prompt of the day was for today. Once I got the site it came to my attention that

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Back in September I went on a tour of Angelic Organics Farm in Caledonia, IL. During that visit I took a massive amount of pictures; however, at the time I didn't know where my card reader was so I couldn't download them until I found it. Thankfully, I solved that problem fairly quickly. The next issue was finding time to sort through all of them. This turned-out to be a bit more difficult

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It was before facebook and Twitter.... MySpace .... and even Friendster. The first social networking site I was an active member of was a Human Resources community called HRMAN. It was not only a place for me to go ask HR related question, but a place to develop relationships with ours within the profession. More often than not, the message board I spent the most time on was the random

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"When one door closes, another one opens." This past Sunday, I blogged about how I was coming to the end of another chapter in my life. In that entry I commented that I wasn't sure when the next chapter of my life story would begin, but I was looking forward to what it had in store for me. (Ok, maybe I didn't put that last part in, but if I didn't, I should have.) Today I signed-up for the

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Today I learned that November is National Blog Posting Month. The idea is to post an entry to your blog daily over the course of a month. Once upon a time, this use to be the norm for me, however life got busy and at times I struggle to come up with ideas for my entries. Once I heard about NaBloPoMo I immediately wanted to join the fun. The timing was perfect! Today is the first day I'm

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