I, for some odd reason that nobody can explain, have liked frogs since I did a second grade science fair project on frogs and toads.
My car's name was Kermit, and "he" had two mascot squeaky frogs sitting in the back window.
(He has now been retired, and is on his way to the Big Lily Pond in the Sky.)
My Spanish name (required for Spanish class in school) is Ranita, meaning "little frog."
I have two frog t-shirts (thanks to Grandpa L. and Uncle Alan, Aunt Pat, and Alex), a frog writing board, note cards and clay figures (thanks to Aunt Nancy, Uncle Mark, Kevin, and Brian), a Frogs Crossing sign (thanks, Mom!), some frog fabric (thanks, Mom, and also to Aunt Nancy, etc., for trying), a frog picture frame (thanks Uncle David, Aunt Sarah, and Thomas), a pair of frog socks from Grandpa L, a frog pillow and a KeroKeroKeroppi pen from Janey, a frog on wheels and a sand-filled frog from Jill, a Collector's Beanie Baby Royal Frog (Ty named him King, but Lisa renamed him Prince Phineas) from Thom and Lisa, a frog ring and a set of glow in the dark frogs from Lexy, and two stuffed frogs, named Coulomb and Haydn, from Eric. For Thanksgiving, when I visited the Alloways, they gave me Napoleon Ribbit.
And frogs that I got for Christmas '98: Angstrom (Coulomb's sister - Tim named her), a real Beanie Baby that's been discontinued, several ceramic-type (non-stuffed animal) frogs, and one with a Santa hat that ribbits Jingle Bells.
Am I obsessed? Maybe. But I've seen crazier.