Attack of the Killer Frogs

Several months ago I had a nightmare about frogs. It wasn't long but I woke up Jerel because I was yelling for help. In my dream there were frogs stuck to my hand and I was trying to yell for help but no sound would come out. The dream wasn't scary because of the frogs it was scary because I needed help but I couldn't yell.

In the morning I told Jerel why I was yelling and he thought it was pretty funny. That day I got home from work and pulled into the garage and saw a poster Jerel had hung on the door that goes from the garage into the house. It was a picture of a frog with one of those big red circles with a line through it and it said "No Frogs Allowed." He thought he was pretty funny.

When Tabitha and Richard came to visit they saw this poster and I explained it to them and they too saw this hidden humor in the situation. A little while later I got a book about frogs in the mail from my dear sister. Then when I went up to Bremerton this weekend for my uncle's funeral they had a birthday part for me and the cake had a big frog on it. My mom got me a frog windchime as a gift and Richard thought it was pretty funny to call me Frogger the whole time.

I am still at a loss as to why this frog nightmare is so funny to everyone!

Anyway, the real reason for my visit was to attend my uncle Curt's funeral. He was only 56 but had been sick for a long time. It was a really busy time for me at work but I put in lots of extra hours so that I could leave at noon on Friday to get up there in time for the 4 o'clock service. About halfway there I-5 turned into a parking lot and a call to Jerel revealed there had been an accident and the backup extended 13 miles. I was very disappointed that I would miss the funeral but figured at least I'd make it there in time for the family dinner at 6pm. By the time I arrived at the church at almost 7 everyone was packing up to leave so I ate cold lasagna in the kitchen and then headed over to Rick's house for my birthday party. (Note: Rick is my brother, Richard is my sister Tabitha's boyfriend, in case it gets confusing.)

When I got to Rick's house with Eve & Monroe in tow (for some reason the kids are always dying to ride in my car) there was a man there playing an accordian. I guess he is my uncle's son. He was raised by his mother and a stepfather so I have never met him before, nor had most of the family until the funeral. He played the accordian pretty much the entire time. There were at least 20 people there and Rick's house is really just not big enough to accomodate a birthday party and an accordian conert (consisting mostly of repeated versions of The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything) at the same time.

Regardless, it was a fun party and I got lots of nice presents, so thanks everyone!

To see all the pictures from this visit to Bremerton visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/28030935@N06/sets/72157607766447371/show/