“…every decision I’ve ever made in my life has been wrong. My life is the complete opposite of everything I wanted it to be.”
As you sit and watch George Costanza lament over his less than satisfactory life,
Another Friday, another frog to boil. Just kidding, people.
If this is your first time visiting Boiling Frog Friday and you are appalled at such a title, I urge you to check out Boiling Frog Friday #1 here. It will prove
At this time last year, if you would’ve told me about how 2016 was going to play out for me, I doubt I would’ve believed you. I’ve stated a few times on here that it has been my Crusade of
If this is your first time visiting Boiling Frog Friday and you are appalled at such a title, I urge you to check out Boiling Frog Friday #1 here. It will prove to you that I’m not boiling frogs on Friday,
Block. Delete. Unfriend. Unfollow.
You’ve done it. I’ve done it. We’ve all scrolled through Facebook or Twitter, muttered the words, “I really can’t stand this person anymore.” And then…
Block. Delete. Unfriend. Unfollow.
I would venture to guess that you
My ankles were throbbing, my legs were as tight as could be and my feet couldn’t take another stride. After running for 1 hour and 54 minutes, my body had had enough.
I stopped my run at 11.82 miles. I
Drop a frog in boiling water, and it will jump right back out. No questions asked, it’s not wasting time, it’s getting the hell out of there. Drop it in a pot of cool water and slowly increase the temperature,
It was a beautiful day last Friday. The temperature settled in the 70’s and the sun was out most of the day.
Today, just three days later, I write to you from the comfort of my couch. Why? A snow
Drop a frog in boiling water, and it will jump right back out. No questions asked, it’s not wasting time, it’s getting the hell out of there. Drop it in a pot of cool water and slowly increase the temperature,
You’re dead.
You’ve breathed your last breath, had your last kiss, and felt your last hug.
Let that sink in. You’re gone, but your loved ones remain. They’re all gathering at your funeral, ready to say goodbye to you.
Someone