<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:28:24.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Froghound</title><subtitle type='html'>WARNING:  Pause here and you will be subjected to my ramblings, my stories, my observations, some of my other works in progress, happenings, events...there may even be occasional Haiku to the frogs in my greenhouse!
Enjoy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-117571020991877627</id><published>2007-04-04T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:10:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where 'RED' left off...</title><summary type='text'>Yikes, has it been that long since I posted here?  And it wasn't even my own thoughts...it was my grandson's smokin' 2nd grade poetry.  If I remember right he got the chance to read the poem 'RED' in front of his class and their families.  Actually, I think anyone who wanted to could get up and read something they had prepared. It would of kinda been like "beatnik night" at the local elementary!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/117571020991877627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=117571020991877627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/117571020991877627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/117571020991877627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2007/04/where-red-left-off.html' title='Where &apos;RED&apos; left off...'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114885614315130175</id><published>2006-05-28T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:55:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Red?    Poetry by Damion</title><summary type='text'>Damion's class has been studying various forms of poetry and they actually had a poetry night, where each child was invited up in front of the class to read their work. This was Damion's contribution...better than a lot of stuff from the pros I think!!!They have also been working on using what their teacher describes as "juicy" words to improve their vocabulary, and to discover other more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114885614315130175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114885614315130175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114885614315130175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114885614315130175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-red-poetry-by-damion.html' title='What is Red?    Poetry by Damion'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114306364901652759</id><published>2006-03-22T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:40:49.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Thing Happened While Under the Knife--</title><summary type='text'>     Most surgeries are voluntary.  Let’s face it.  Unless they rush you unconscious to the operating room from the E.R., with multiple life threatening injuries, you have to choose to ‘go under the knife’.  As my husband is fond of saying, when the pain, aggravation or vanity of your affliction, whatever it may be, outweighs the fear—that is when you succumb to surgery.  And that’s a fact.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114306364901652759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114306364901652759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114306364901652759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114306364901652759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-thing-happened-while-under-knife.html' title='A Funny Thing Happened While Under the Knife--'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114297039698531998</id><published>2006-03-21T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:49:13.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIXIE tubes, Manuals and MAME Cabinets...oh my!</title><summary type='text'>NIXIE tubes, TENOR EPROM, Paratronics Model 100A Logic Analyzer, EICO 460 Tubed Based Oscilloscope--other vintage computer, old electronics info and a manual for just about anything relating to the afore mentioned, plus MAME cabinets, pictures and specs...And if you know what any of this is you are just geeky enough to go to the husbands' web page, enjoy!http://www.electronballet.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114297039698531998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114297039698531998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114297039698531998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114297039698531998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/nixie-tubes-manuals-and-mame.html' title='NIXIE tubes, Manuals and MAME Cabinets...oh my!'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114230151228540031</id><published>2006-03-13T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:51:38.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All the Maples Gone?</title><summary type='text'>The quickest route from point ‘A’ to point ‘B’ might be the whole point of taking Maple Valley Highway, or SR 169 as it is technically called, but by doing so you won’t get to know the Maple Valley I’ve discovered. It is not a drab stretch of ‘urbural’ (my mix of urban meets rural!) highway. It really is a town of unique people, sights, and smells, from the weathered farmers and cheerful locals </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114230151228540031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114230151228540031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114230151228540031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114230151228540031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-have-all-maples-gone.html' title='Where Have All the Maples Gone?'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114221612842192154</id><published>2006-03-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:15:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from "What I Wouldn't Give..."</title><summary type='text'> A Young Adult Novel--2nd Draft:Prologue:  Three Years Ago      They say I died in the Emergency Room, not once but twice.  ‘Coding’, they called it.  And for such a little, unimportant sounding word, it caused (1) a huge rush of excitement and, (2) the very last thing I remember, before actually dying…pain, terrible pain.  And then there was nothing, until I opened my eyes to a room of stark </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114221612842192154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114221612842192154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114221612842192154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114221612842192154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/excerpt-from-what-i-wouldnt-give.html' title='Excerpt from &quot;What I Wouldn&apos;t Give...&quot;'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114188929002556680</id><published>2006-03-09T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:05:46.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Believe...</title><summary type='text'>This is an essay submitted to NPR's "This I Believe" segment, November 2005, as part of a writing assignment that featured a 'defining moment'. Instructor and classmates' comments follow.“I believe in a woman’s right to choose. I will march in protest, to defend that right. I will fight, until my last breath to keep that right. I do not however, believe in abortion.”Those few sentences, and that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114188929002556680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114188929002556680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114188929002556680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114188929002556680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-i-believe.html' title='This I Believe...'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114184689905422771</id><published>2006-03-08T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:56:01.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just goals, disguised as a ramble...</title><summary type='text'>I credit author Cherry Adair, http://www.cherryadair.com/ with this step in my career, because I settled on a couple goals last night: (1) I will send at least one query a day. (2) I will write one article a week for submission to an article bank, such as, www.ezinearticles.com This will give me exposure, even if I don't get published right away.I am slowly but surely starting to think of myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114184689905422771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114184689905422771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114184689905422771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114184689905422771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-goals-disguised-as-ramble.html' title='Just goals, disguised as a ramble...'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-114170349600118094</id><published>2006-03-07T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:57:41.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whidbey Island Writer's Conference 2006, WOWS newcomer!!!</title><summary type='text'>Who could have guessed what lurked an hour and ten minute drive north from Maple Valley, and twenty minutes west, by ferry, off the shores of Mukilteo? Well Whidbey Island of course, but also writers, hundreds of them, gathering in a synergisitc mass of creativity and good will for the eighth annual Whidbey Island Writer's Conference. Sponsored by Whidbey Island Writers Assoc.(WIWA)...it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/114170349600118094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=114170349600118094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114170349600118094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/114170349600118094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/whidbey-island-writers-conference-2006.html' title='Whidbey Island Writer&apos;s Conference 2006, WOWS newcomer!!!'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838495.post-113701383678354275</id><published>2006-03-05T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:52:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're here...</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again. And I anticipate it almost as much as Christmas...yeah, I guess I'm still a kid at heart. The time of year I am referring to doesn't involve presents, or wasted cards that no one reads, or a big family dinner, although I suppose I could start something new...It's really more of a quiet, inner celebration. The yearly festivities will begin as soon as I hear them. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/feeds/113701383678354275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20838495&amp;postID=113701383678354275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/113701383678354275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20838495/posts/default/113701383678354275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froghound.blogspot.com/2006/03/theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re here...'/><author><name>karen b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130546637867583319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
