This is So ME!!!!

You Are Fozzie Bear

"Wocka! Wocka!" You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up. If only your routine didn't always bomb! You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming.

The Muppet Personality Test

An Interested Edge?!

Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol

You've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portrait You don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd!

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

A Day in the life of Froggy

Hi there my name is Froggy and I am the favorite toy of Casey the dog. It is not only hard being green, but it is not easy being a chew toy either.

I spend a great deal of time in peace and contemplation in some remote corner of the house, thankfully ignored by two highly strung felines. It is boring, to say the least, when I am in these forgotten places and sometimes I want the dog to remember my existence. Then suddenly I am pounced on, out of nowhere! My inner peace suddenly disturbed. It is at these moments when I long for those boring hours of being ignored.

You wouldn't understand the torture involved in being a chew toy. Being suddenly taken unawares not withstanding, my body is then chewed on, over and over. The squeeks from my body just encourage the dog to continue her torture of me. Then I feel my body being ripped and tugged upon as the human grabs my rubbery body from the jaws of the slobbering mongrel. I think, for brief moments, that I am saved. Finally someone sees my value and wants me. Then suddenly I feel my green body sailing through the air and then I am bouncing with no purpose. Randomly I tumble. Maybe I am safe. NOooooooooo! I am again in the jaws of Casey. The whole process repeats, over and over, and I am getting wetter and wetter. This is so disgusting! Do I get Workers Comp for this torture?

Finally they have forgotten about me, and I am again forgotten. Ahhhh peace and quiet. At least for a little bit.

Clymont Park Trail

Another sunny day in Prince Rupert. Who would have thought that this could happen in Prince Rupert? I just had to take advantage of it. Besides, I couldn't take pictures of my adventure of being lost in the Extew area. These will have to do.

Persistence's Journal

My life is so rough!

At 4:45 am I am so hungry that I am aroused from a sound sleep. Now, I am faced with a dilema; how to wake Mum. If I start squawking, Mum will just lock me out of the room, and I won't eat for hours and hours. That will not do at all. I have to call in reinforcements, unfortunately that means talking to that dumb mutt. Well, its the only way. Mum always wakes up if that dog whines. "Hey dog! Don't you have to go outside?"

That was too easy. But at least I am fed. Now to visit the facilities, then fall back into that deep sleep.

Hey! It's Saturday. Why is that beeping going on? Oh no! Mum is getting up. Maybe if I stay quiet (yes it's hard) she won't notice me under these blankets. Uh oh, she's noticed me. Aaagh! She's picking me up. I hate that. She knows that. Oh well, I guess I could use a snack, hopefully my sister hasn't eaten all the leftovers. Really! She doesn't need it as much as I do. Can't she see I am wasting away here?

Hey where did Mum go? She was just here. That's okay, it seems that she took that stupid, slobbering mutt with her. All the better for me. I think I will sleep on the couch and soak up some of this sun.

I must have been asleep for some time. There are sounds coming up the steps. It must be Mum. I have to be right there at the door for her. Oh Crap! The dog is with her. Ahhh, run! Run! Why doesn't that dog realize I hate her. Dumb animal.

Oh my gosh! I am so hungry. Hey! Mum, where are you going? Why aren't you taking the mutt with you? Wait a minute, you haven't fed me yet. Stop! Don't go!

Finally, Mum is home. She can feed me. I think I have to use some of my persuasive powers. I'll try following her around a bit.

No luck. I'll try some head butting. Maybe I can move her by force. I am starting to get a headache, but my hunger is far more important.

It's not working! Okay, now for the last straw. I'll sit by my dish and squawk.

Yes! It worked! I have been fed. Of course I had to wait for Maggie to finish first, but "age before beauty"! Now it's time for a good grooming and a nap. When is Mum going to bed? Why is she typing on that machine? She should really pay more attention to me.

It's all about me.

My Career

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?