Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 16, 2011

Wow! plenty of those to go around.

Better than sea salt. I guess you could call it “see salt”.

This is just about the Frog Bloggiest thing I’ve seen all day. It’s apparently a naked French redneck misusing farm equipment in such a way that he could have easily died an horrific death. Instead, he accomplished his goal of being transformed into Spongebob Squarepants:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7ynACBqwHw

Re: the lullabies–when our oldest was a baby, someone gave us a CD of lullabies from around the world, including Russian (Bai Bai Bai, or Бай Бай Бай), Chinese (Yao Yah Yao, which I’m not even going to try to transliterate) and German (Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf), among others. Almost eight years later, one run through the CD is a critical part of all three of their bedtime routines (as in, “If you don’t settle down, you lose your music”), except for our oldest, who has decided she only likes the only song on the CD that’s in English (Mockingbird)–so she wants that one repeated over and over. Sigh…try to teach your kids some culture…

Mz T, Don’t cry, we all still love you!!!

There was a song about that. I don’t remember it (too young). My mother used to sing it in the shower. Honest.

All those lullabies, suddenly I feel like going back to bed. Yawn!

Uncanny. I spotted Montgomery’s features in Bryan-Allen’s face even before I had read the caption. Strong genes there.

Powered parachute: Had my first ride in one of these last summer. I’ve flown fixed-wing craft as well, but this was the closest I’ve ever been to feeling like a bird. Breathtaking!

re blog: wiring.. got a kick out of the piece (my Dad was an electrician)… didn’t think anything about the electric clock in the house we bought until I had to go into the attic.. the previous owner had taken the same type (as in the film) low-watt extension cord and somehow scraped the insulation off the main power lead into the house, stripped the lo-watt cord and tied the wire to the core of the cable… and just left it unwrapped… amazed we didn’t have a fire.. more amazed that he didn’t fry himself… I’d call him a dumb s**t, but you shouldn’t speak ill of the departed…

Re: Blog

I played all the lullabies simultaneously and it sounded so much like an open market in India that I could imagine the smell of the food.

It gives the dish a bitter sweet flavor I can-t resist

I loved the lullabies - the Yiddish one brought a tear to my eyes :)

You might be interested in the Lullaby Project:

http://www.thelullabyproject.org/index.html

RE Blog: Hey, that was me on my bike this A.M.!

At The Beach:

Wal-Martians go swimming.

I, too, enjoyed the lullabies.

Get the cluck outta here chickens. I like my tears served alone.

what was the indecent language?

Chickens are indecent. They wear no clothes. And they smell fowl. If there was indecent language, then I’d get the flock outta here. :)

Heck Fritz. You should see Teresa’s house. I wired it, then she stiffed me on FAX. I took a serious beating.