I am halfway through my month of everyday posting.  It has been a lot harder than I thought, the last two days I have cut it way too close for comfort. Saturday I didn’t hit publish post until 11:30 pm and, thank goodness, Sunday I was able to post minutes before my dog decided my laptop’s AC adaptor would make a delicious evening snack.

There are still a few things I would like to change about my blog. Most of them are design issues that I think are going to have to wait until I can afford a professional.  I know exactly what I want the blog to look like and have wasted countless hours trying to figure them out myself.

One thing I can do on my own is to stop using my children’s real names. I fear, as my readership continues to expand, that any day now the paparazzi will start chasing my kids around and I will see them on the cover of  US Weekly.  Sorry to tell you, shutterbugs,  but I will be the only one exploiting my children. 

This is a big decision,  here are a few ideas that I have had.

Wednesday and Pugsley.  My daughter’s tendency to want to play “surgeon” instead of “doctor” and her fascination with all things morbid, and her brother’s desire to go along with anything she suggests no matter how dangerous make this brother and sister duo an obvious choice.
 
You can expect heads to roll if the The Red Queen doesn’t get her way and The Mad Hatter’s favorite pastime is showing off his collection of helmets and headgear.
 
Dr. Dolittle because of her overwhelming compassion for animals, they seem to love her as much as she loves them and Doc Holliday who can turn anything from a magic marker to our poor Jack Russell Terrier into a gun.
 
After Judy Blume’s character Fudge (Farley Drexel Hatcher) the annoying baby brother, also due to a resemblance to the late great Chris Farley as a child, and Superstar obviously referring to Molly Shannon’s always overdramatic and always awkward character Mary Katherine Gallagher but also because she is drawn to anything sparkly.
 
Katarina Minola (Kat), the “shrew” from Shakepeare’s taming of the shrew and Robin Goodfellow (Puck),  the clever trickster from A Midsummer Nights Dream.
 
Each of my them have already gone through the kind of identity crisis you don’t expect until the teenage years. Lady Dementia fell in love with Alice Cooper at an early age and would be happy if I let her wear black lipstick to 2nd grade and MC Bizzy J can often be heard saying things like “word” ”peace out, yo” and “yo, yo, yo babypop!”
 

Take a minute to vote.  I am welcoming suggestions and don’t mind mixing it up.  

 

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