What's My Name Again?

My daughter's name is not The Kitten. It's really Sydney. Since she was born, we have called her Sydney Bean...and every other variation of Bean. Beanie Baby, Beanie Weenie, Beana, whatever... Our whole extended family calls her Bean.

Last night, The Kitten asks, "What's my middle name?" I say, "You know your middle name. What is it?"

"Bean?"

"No, your middle name is Marie!", I reply with a big smile.

She puts her hands on her head and exasperatedly says, "I can't believe I told Aidan my middle name is Bean!"

Too cute! Although, I think she *really* likes Aidan, so it might have been a bit embarrassing for her. Good to know I'm already doing my duty as a parent.

You've Got to Laugh a Little...

The Kitten and I spend a lot of time laughing. One of the things we have enjoyed lately is this:



And by enjoy, I mean we walk around acting like chickens. For some reason, it reminds me of when a bunch of crazy people I call friends dared my best friend to put a pickle under her arm, ride a skateboard across the rink at Tradewinds, and scream "I'm a chicken" at the top of her lungs, all at the same time.

Here's to you, Staci, for not giving up on your dream. May the rest of your days be filled with laughter like the kind The Kitten and I share. Someday soon all of us "kids" will act like chickens together.

This may not make sense to anybody but me, but what do you expect from someone who encourages her daugther to emulate tv commercials?

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Here's something cool I received in my email today:

Notice too that the morning receptionist is wishing us all a good evening.

I hope she's not becoming listless from pulling a double. Hardeharhar.

Guess What?

If you said Catazon must be working on Caturday AGAIN, then you know that would be the only reason why I'm posting on Caturday. It was truly serendipitous that I was working today, because this wonderful post on my favorite celebrity gossip site came across my feed reader. Ok, really the only celebrity gossip site in my feed reader, because hey, I'm not THAT shallow.

Anyway, everyone knows cats rule...dogs drool. I just didn't have anything better to do at work on Caturday than pass the word. Go, LOLcats!

Resolutions

Normally, I do not make New Year's resolutions. However, over the past two weeks, my pants have become harder and harder to button. For 2008, I resolve...

To buy pants that fit whenever I feel the need; and...

To write more than twice a month so that my hands are too busy to go looking for food and my handful of readers will stop wondering when I'm going to stop eating and write.

May your 2008 be great!