So, of course, the first question is obviously “what in God’s name is a a unipegafrog?”  It needs to be prefaced that I am a mother of two beautiful children whom I will refer to as Goof, my seven (cannot wait to be seventeen) year old daughter and Stink, my (“big boy baby”) four year old son.  Yes, these are their nicknames in real life.  Yes, they respond to them, with pride, and will actually correct people if they get them confused.  They come from a family of odd nicknames.  Trust me, they got off easy (my mother only calls me by my real name when I’m in trouble.  Otherwise it’s strictly Lou, Geez or Monk).

Back to the story at hand.  Goof and I had been driving to the land of Cracker Barrel one morning exchanging silly stories, mostly just twisting up other fairy tales and making them into something else to make each other laugh.  At some point the story of the Princess and the Frog came up (no idea who started the story).  However, no sooner had we finished that story then Goof proceeds to tell me about a princess who was a beautiful unicorn under a spell, and if she kissed a frog, the spell would be lifted.  But instead of being transformed back to a princess, she changed into a frog!  But not only was she a frog, but she still had her unicorn horn!  So of course I am just horrified that such a thing could exist.  A frog… with a unicorn horn!  *gasp*  Had I not been driving I may have fainted due to my shock.  However, she then tells me that not only does the princess who is now a frog have a unicorn horn, she was also a Pegasus, so she had Pegasus wings, too.  At this point, I just can’t take it.  I ask her “Are you tell me that there is a frog that has a unicorn horn and wings?”  “Yes,” she tells me.  “Goof,” I say to her, “I’m telling you right now, that’s just not right.  If I ever see any unipegafrogs, that means the Apocalypse is coming.  I’m grabbing you and your brother and we are heading for higher ground or shelter below, something.  I don’t care, the end is near.”  At this point she’s in tears she’s laughing so hard.  “What about daddy?” she finally says.  “He’s a grown man, he can fight for himself,” I laughed at her.  And that is the story of how the unipegafrog came to be.

She spent the rest of the day telling everyone the story she loved it so much.  And she still draws it.  She’s definitely my unipegafrog.  But I also realized that day everyone is a unipegafrog as well.  No one person ever shares the exact same story as anyone else.  On the surface some of us may look fairly generic or basic, but if there is one thing not being a kid (I really hate the “a” word sometimes) has made me me understand is that it’s not my responsibility to conform.  Life is full of colors, shapes, flavors and experiences.  People I knew growing up have done things that just blown my mind and not necessarily in ways that are linked to fame or fortune.  Each one of those people are their own unipegafrogs.

I’m here to tell some of my stories.  I’m not sure what all of those are yet.  I don’t have a definitive theme.  Mostly it’s going to be about what’s happening in my life, my head and maybe my heart. I hope that you enjoy the chronicles.