And yes, she is named after the SNL skit…

I’m ready for my close up, Mr. Seville.

Cowbell’s first day at home.

Cowbell loves a good book!

Yes, she is named in honor of the SNL skit.

Cowbell and her slightly resentful new daddy.  :)

MORE COWBELL!!

This is in honor of our new kitten, Cowbell. Pictures to follow this post!

Damn Lucky passed away this morning.

On another note - I watched The New Kids on the Block today…  All I can say is wow.  Oh, and that’s not out of awe struck fandom.  I loved them as a pre-teen…but the wow was more on will they break a hip?

I just got my first dirty look from The Lil Miss.  She’s quite fond of fibbing.  She climbed off the chaise (she’s 4), sat down, and made this loud noise like she fell.  When my husband asked her what was wrong, she said she fell off the chaise.  I told her that I knew she did not fall off the chaise, and that it is not good to fib.  She gave me the dirtiest look.  Now I am not just a mean mom…I am also a mean aunt!

Some parents…not all.  We are watching Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader.  There is a Chinese man on that is named Benjamin.  As a child his nickname was Benji.  His mother is holding this huge sign that says, “Go Stupid Chicken” because Benji translated into one of the Chinese dialects is Stupid Chicken.  The poor kid’s nickname was Stupid Chicken.  See?  You can send me no more hate mail about one of my children being called Monkey Butt.  At least that isn’t what his name translates out as.

Good news, boys and girls!!

Numero uno - We broke the daily view record for this blog.  It was set in Jan., at 114 hits.  Today the blog has (so far) reached 134 hits!

Number two - I was accepted to the National Honor Society (called Alpha Beta Kappa, I think).

Apparently it just isn’t in my destiny to pick out my own cat.  Yesterday I was talking to The Cop Magnet about getting a playmate for Sunny (Monkey Butt’s cat) because my cat died last year.  Sunny has been okay, but you can tell he misses having a buddy.  He’s always had a buddy and now it is just him left to torture the dogs (which he does gleefully).  I really want a medium or long haired cat with gray or blue eyes.  I do not want the $700 price tag that comes with said cat.  Bry-onicle was saying last night how his buddy’s cat had kittens and we should go look at them.  I also like the part Siamese cats with the moderately long smoke colored hair; the cats that are practically cross eyed.  I don’t know why.  I just feel for the little boogers.

Fast forward from last night to this morning when a co-worker called and said she would be late because a wee little gray kitten decided to take shelter from the storms under her hood.  Her brother, the fireman, came and got the cat out.  He isn’t hurt.  Like a dummy, I asked what color.  So guess what I am getting tomorrow…a little gray kitten in a shoe box.

I can’t decide if I should call him Smokey because he was rescued by a fireman or Lucky because he’s lucky he didn’t get killed.

Why do I always end up with a gimpy cat? 

I don’t tag people.  If you want to play, let me know in the comments.  I will stop by and read your answers.  I’ll admit there are two that I couldn’t stick to three words.  LOL 

You have to use 3 words to answer each question. No more, no less..  It’s harder than you think…

Where is your cell phone?
In my purse

Your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife?
On his computer

Your hair?
Nice and long

Where is your father?
Scattered his ashes

Cheesecake?
Eat it all!

What is your favorite thing to do?
Play with kids

Your dream last night?
Up all night

Your favorite drink?
Code Red MD

Your car?
Grand AM GT

The room you’re in?
My living room

George Bush?
A good laugh

Your fears?
Drowning, planes, spiders

Nipple rings?
Not ever dude!

Who did you hang out with last night?
Just my family

What you’re not good at?
Sleeping all night

Your best friends?
Don’t have them

One of your wish list items?
More crazy pens!

Where did you grow up?
North Oklahoma City

The last thing you did?
Real Estate Law

What you are wearing?
yellow and pink

Tattoo on the bottom of a back?
No tramp stamp

Ketchup?
No thank you

Your computer?
Present from husband

Your life?
It is okay

Your mood?
Loratab and Vistiril (thank you pain and hives!)

Missing?
No, I’m here

What are you thinking about right now?
Ice cream sandwich!

Your summer?
Hot and swimming

Your relationship status?
Very happily married

Your favorite color(s):
Pink, red, blue

When is the last time you laughed?
Ten seconds ago

Last time you cried?
Sunday from headache

College?
One year left (undergrad - then grad school baby!!)

I am just going to swallow my pride and admit my BIGGEST hording secret right here on the internet. I am going to tell you my secret thrill. You’re going to be shocked (or at least realize how weird I am…).

I’ve come to terms with it. I accept it. I now fully embrace it. I will post a picture tonight after my real estate law class.

I. am. a. horder. of. ink. pens. All shapes, all sizes, and particularly the novelty kind. I have Spongebob, Snow White, Dora, one that looks like a furry yellow bird, two with starts on top (one pink and one blue), and more. I will make a full account later. I have an entire basket full. At work I have two that blink and one that transforms. Yes, I have a problem. No, I do not want help. I love ink pens. The zanier (but family friendly, of course) the better. I love going to the dollar store and buying ink pens on clearance. I love to ogle the really expensive ink pens from office supply shops. My secret hope is that when I graduate someone will buy me an expensive set. Oh, and my pens at work all have stickers on there that say, “Stolen from [me]”.

When I finish my Master’s degree in a couple of years I will be known as the therapist with the wacky pens.