This is one small step for a Frosia, one giant leap to toddlerhood. (Actually, this is about the ninth step, after I took two steps, fell down, grabbed the bottle, then got up a few more times.)
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Little Red Freying Hood
In all my theater-going days, I can honestly say I've never seen anyone tread the boards like Rosalita C. de Camargo. Her Granny had me laughing, weeping, and breathless. When that big, bad wolf ate her up, I lived it. When the woodsmen somehow extracted her from the ruthless predator, I, too, was born a-new.
New Information
Really, Father? This merry-go-round is powered exclusively by the cuteness energy radiating from little old me? I believe that's what Einstein was getting at in that little-known theorum, e=(frosianess*freyiosity)^2
which of course was later proven by radiological analysis of the polarization spectra generated by the Large Magellanic Cloud as conducted by Lowell-Parsnip at Durham.
which of course was later proven by radiological analysis of the polarization spectra generated by the Large Magellanic Cloud as conducted by Lowell-Parsnip at Durham.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
farewell, Ft. Ross
My Russian mother and I departed Fort Ross for the last time in 1841, after the fur trade income dried up and the Empire called us back to Mother Russia. We sold our holdings to John Sutter of Sacramento and said goodbye to the only home I had ever known.
Where did Mother get those sunglasses in 1841?
Where did Mother get those sunglasses in 1841?
Die Walküre
"Freya traveled on a golden-bristled boar or in a chariot drawn by cats. She resided in the celestial realm of Folkvang, where it was her privilege to receive half of all the warriors slain in battle... (Freya is)... sometimes identified with Frigg, the wife of Odin. Friday originates from Frigga's day."
Alas poor Yorick!
Whether tis nobler in the Pampers to cast off this mortal cloak and speak of country matters!
Proclamation!
Let the word go forth from this time and place, I, Princess Freya, declare these lands and seas the twin provenance of the crowns of Russia and Scotland! Verily.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Oooh, petting zoo!
And my mom's all, like, time to see the sheep! And I'm all, like, No Way José! That goat is way scary and I'm not getting off this fence and going to see any sheep until that goat learns some manners or gets out of the way and maybe takes a walk to the other side of the park!
This little piggy
There are those who imagine I might use a photo like this for some sort of unflattering analogy, which might slight a family member, acquaintence, or public figure with swinish comparison. Or slander a porker with an unfair human comparison. Yet I am loath to do so. Instead, I'll make a snorting and oink-like sound and get this off my chest right now. Piggies are cute!
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