Sort of having trouble

For the past few months,I've been working on re-writing Broadway show tunes to fit the fourth Harry Potter book. Everything was well and dandy until I realized something---Viktor and Hermione (The characters mainly focused on because I'm a hardcore V/H supporter) don't really work out. Sure, I can alter the story to my liking (After all, I'm including parts from books five and six), but I wish I could stick to the plot line as much as possible. I also want to do songs that are somewhat age appropriate, so no "You're the one that I Want" for a romance song. I DO want some scenes to be a bit alternative, like the Yule Ball, but most scenes are going to mostly stick to events in the book.

So far, I have:

- I Just Can't Wait to Be King (Just Can't Wait to Win This Thing, Viktor's duet with Ron)
- Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee (and the reprise; Look at me, I'm Hermy G/Hermione)
- Lovely Ladies (The photo shoot and Weighing of the Wands- Triwiz Champions)
- Lullaby of Broadway (Everyone arrives at Hogwarts, Lullaby of Hogwarts)
- The Morning Report
- Food, Glorious Food (Hermione's song; S.P.E.W, Come and join SPEW)

Got any other suggestions? I'm looking for a fun, bouncy duet for the Yule Ball, and other suggestions from other Harry Potter fans. I'd really appreciate any suggestions!

More Skits

Ever since I posted those smaller skits, I got in the mood to post more skit related objects. So here, read part of one of my skits, The Annie Horror Picture Show.


(A stormy hill with a large, dark tower appears. It is a winding path up to the front gate. Viktor Krum is caught in the storm and thinks that after what he's been through, a dragon, rapid mermaids, the Imperious curse, and insane fan girls, he could survive a night or two in the tower. He knocks on the door and goes inside.)

Phantom- *at organ* Hey, will one of three get the door?

Annabelle- *turns into a bat* Sure. Wow, I really love this place you let us stay in, phantom.

Phantom- Anytime. Now get the door, please.

Annabelle- Aye aye! *Flies down to the door*

(It is now a long, dark corridor)

Annabelle- Whoooo gooooes theeeeerrrrrre?

Viktor- Um, me.

Annabelle- Do you consider this wise, boy? Coming into a haunted tower?

Viktor- Are there fan girls?

Annabelle- Yes.

Viktor- *moment of thought* nope, I consider this very unwise.

Annabelle- correct. Follow me for more unwiseness.

Viktor- All right. (In head- Oh drat, what have I gotten myself into now?)

(Viktor is lead to the same organ room. Phantom, Maya, and Quinn are awaiting to
see who it is)

Phantom- Well?

Annabelle- 'Tis none but Viktor Kru-

Quinn- EEEEKKK! VIKTOR! *Hugs Viktor and doesn't let go*

Viktor- Why me? Why, why, WHY me?

Annabelle- *turns back to human and tears Quinn off* He's MINE! I saw him first!

Phantom- Girls! You'll have to share!

Viktor- Phantom, I thought you cared!

Phantom- Oh, did I just do something bad?

Viktor- Sorta. *shakes Quinn off*

Phantom- Sorry.

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(A beautiful lady with pale skin, a white dress, a veil, and dark, curly brown hair enters the tower. She looks haunting.)

Christine- Geez, it's cold out there! If only Raoul didn't decide to take a healthy walk instead of taking the carriage. Speaking of, where is Raoul?

(Raoul is creeping up behind Christine. He is also pale.)

Raoul- BOO!

Christine- Oh, there you are, Raoul. Good thing Phantom built his summer home here, or else we would have frozen.

Raoul- If he'd moved to Hawaii, we wouldn't freeze anyway!

Christine- Whatever. Let's go greet them. (They try and find their way)

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(Everyone else makes their way into the castle, Raoul is eating a sandwich. They are in the organ room, holding Annabelle and Maya back.)

Phantom- Well, I'm going off to find some more pillows. Taa taaa! *goes out for five seconds* Waaaaait and minute! Where are my keys!

Raoul- *crying* Me ated them!

Phantom- Raoul!!!! Wait, calm down Erik. In...out....in...out. All right, we're all stranded, Violet doesn't have the right stuff to make an invention quite yet, so we're all locked in here for a month or two. We have plenty of food and junk to eat
and drink, and pillows in the basement along with blankets. Everyone calm?

Crowd- Yes!

Viktor- No!

Klaus- As I read in your book, you're supposed to be unafraid of everything. What's
gotten into you?

Viktor- If you had rabid fan girls, you'd be like this, too.

Klaus- Oh, so THAT'S it! Maya, would you please help Viktor out?

Viktor- *hopeful smile*

Maya- Oh, all right. *grabs a picture from corner* Oh Quiiiiiiinnnnnn! Oh
Annabeeeeeelllllllleeeee! Lookie what I got! (It's an arrange of photos of Viktor Krum)

Annabelle- Oh, 7 Viktors at ONCE! *jumps off Viktor and pushes Quinn to side*

Quinn- NOOOO! Gimme, gimme, GIMME!

Maya- Go and get it! *throws photo down the stairs*

A&Q- OOOOHHHHHH! *they run down the stairs, unaware that they are running on a
treadmill.*

Viktor- Thanks.

Maya- Anytime.

Phantom- AHEM!

Maya- Yes, Phantom dearest?

Phantom- so, are we all calm?

Crowd- Yes!

Phantom- Good. Now, the rest of you sneak past Annabelle and Quinn to the basement.
You'll get blankets and pillows and set the tower rooms up. Viktor, come with me.
You'll probably want a hidden room.

Viktor- Oh, yes I would. *shivers*

Phantom- All righty. Maya, could you grab and extra set from the basement?

Maya- surely! *rushes down*

Phantom- Thank you. Now, this way, please....*leads Viktor up a winding staircase*

(Everyone has their rooms set up and arranged just like when Phantom invited them all to his lair hotel, but Viktor's room is nowhere to be seen. It's at the end of the hallway, behind a painting.)

(Dinnertime. It's a long, dark dining room with a huge table and regal dark oak wood chairs. Raoul has a booster seat and plastic over it.)

Phantom- (At head of table) Well, since we are locked in here *glares at Raoul* I couldn't order pizza. On the other hand, I did manage to-

Raoul- PIZZA! I WANT PIZZA!

Phantom- Too bad. Well, Sunny decided to help me out, and we decided to do our very our buffet for Chinese carryout! Complete with boxes and little cookies. So come on up and get something!

(Everyone goes through the buffet that is laid out on the table. They fill their tall crystal glasses with water.)

Raoul- But....there's no pretty pictures on this! It's not even plastic! I want a
plastic cup with a kitty cat on it!!!!!! *shatters glass*

Phantom- Raoul, you BETTER not throw a fit at this dinner!

Raoul- Try and stop me! *goes on floor kicking and screaming*

Phantom- *trying to me mature and calm* All right, maybe we should stop the entree and eat our fortune cookies, shall we?

Crowd- Sure.

Phantom- All right...*everyone cracks their cookie open* anyone want to share their cheap yet so mystical fortune?

Klaus- I will. *pulls fortune* "You will learn that learning is learniful" Hey, who wrote this?

Raoul- MEEEE! *looks proud*

Klaus- Um, swell.

Violet- "Invent a happy song to be a happy person."

Sunny- Gediasasierufdadk! ("Biting is bad." Hey!)

Maya- "You will learn to appreciate a vicomte's good looks." Well, that's a rip-off.

Quinn- "You shall never get Viktor but shall be content with a guy named Hector." WAAAAHHHH! *runs off crying*

Annabelle- "You shall also never get Viktor but shall love Ricktor." Ricktor isn't even a name! *follows Quinn, crying*

Viktor- "you shall be surrounded by your public fans at all hours." Oh, great, JUST what I needed!

Christine- "You simply must like the writer of this note and not some guy in a mask." How rude!

Meg- "We with therefore cast you as the pageboy and put me in the role of countess." Ugh....

Mme. Giry- "My salary is due." Hey, this isn't a fortune!

Harry- "You will eat pie in five hours." Hey, that's fine with me!

Ron- "You have ugly hair (Unlike mine)." I do not!

Lydia- "You will have an urge to eat purple olives." Ew!

Hermione- "All people will learn how to pronounce your name, Herm-i-won." Cheap!

Phantom- "If these fortunes are not met, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur." That's my line!

Raoul- "You are a stupid vicomte who cares only for his petticoat and hair. And his frocks and dresses." I didn't write that! Who did it? I'm so offended!

Phantom- Sorry, I couldn't resist!

Raoul- Uh! It takes time to keep my dresses in good shape!

Phantom- Dinner is over. Everyone leave! Now! Go!!!!!!!

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(Annabelle is prowling the hallways. She is in a white, torn and stained gown, beat up black slippers, a torn veil, and has had extensions. Her hair is looks black. Her skin in pale.)

Annabelle- Oooh, ooh, ohh....

Viktor- *wakes up and opens door to see who it is* Who, what, when, where?

Annabelle- Ooh....*takes Viktor's hand*

Viktor- No, thank you, I'll be going- (Annabelle has a very strong grip. He is lead up to the highest tower where you see phantom at an organ.)

Annabelle- (hoarse voice) Let the music begin!

Phantom- Yes, of course. *almost hits keys of organ.*

Annabelle- *dances with Viktor*

Phantom- *Hits keys. Instead of dramatic music starting, he hears baseball field music. Doesn't stop for a few minutes.* wait a minute, THIS isn't how I left my organ! *face turns red* RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLL!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raoul- Yeeeees?

Phantom- Time out chair. NOW!

Raoul- *pitches temper tantrum* I hate you! I don't wanna go to time out chair!!!!!!

Phantom- Don't make me do it by force! Go to the time out chair, or else!

Raoul- Or else, WHAT?!?!?!?!?!!?

Phantom- *hangs Raoul's fairy princess costume over the fire* Or else you'll never be Tinkerbell again!

Raoul- NO! My costume!

Phantom- DO IT!

Raoul- FINE! *sits in time out chair*

Annabelle- *fake hair color, extensions, voice box, and shoes fall off to show her real her. Her gown and veil sag off, reveiling Annabelle in her pajamas.* *looks at Viktor* ha, ha, hi....

Viktor- *turns and heads towards room*

Phantom- Well, I'm done for today. Come on, Raoul, you can have your costume back. Annabelle, it's past your bedtime.

Annabelle- Yes, phantom....

Phantom- and past YOUR bedtime, Raoul.

Raoul- (In Tinkerbell outfit) Already? But I'm not sweepy! I'm not sweep-*falls asleep on phantom's foot*

Phantom- (Stuck) Nice.


(It is breakfast time. Same dining hall, a bit lighter)

Phantom- Same story as last night. Cereal buff. i think you people can manage to understand how to work it.

(Everyone grabs cereal stuff. Raoul looks deep in his personal box of Lucky Charms.)

Raoul- There's....there's no prize in this cereal box!

Christine- Too bad.

Raoul- I wanted the Mickey Mouse toy! RAOUL WANT TOY! *grabs everyone else's cereal. He tears the box, sees if there's a prize, and chucks the empty box over his shoulder. They all land on Viktor.*

Viktor- That was bond to happen someday. (Hit in the face with a grapefruit) So was that. (Same with a melon) and that. (watermelon) And thaaaa....*faints*

Phantom- stop this madness! There's a huge pile of cereal and a mess of fruit that Raoul oh-so rudely threw on Viktor. Who's still hungry?

crowd- Not me, I'm full....(so on and so forth)

Phantom then let's leave the mess for a minute and talk of our troubles here. Viktor, you go first. But we must express ourselves creatively, so please sing your feelings.

Viktor- *flicks a speck of grapefruit from his eyebrow and begins* "Nobody likes me, *glares at Raoul*
Everyone one hates me. *Annabelle and Quinn look shocked.*
I don't like my only fans." *glances* "except Hermione."

Phantom- Very well said. Does anyone have any ideas for making our little tower less of a torture chamber and more of a, um, non-torture chamber?

Annabelle and Quinn- *exchange glances and smile. Raise their hand*

Phantom- Yes?

A&Q- Ahem!

"Prima donna,
Dear Viktor on the stage,
your devotes are on their knees to implore you." *they get on their knees*
"Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?"

Crowd- VIKTOR!

A&Q- "Think of how they all adore you.
Prima Donna, enchant us once again!
Thing of your muse,
And of your queues round the theatre!
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, Prima Donna once !" (shoving Viktor onto head of table as a stage.)

Viktor- I really don't sing- (hit in back)
"Prima donna your song shall live again
You took a snub but there's a public who needs you!
Think of their cry of undying support !
Follow where the limelight leads you!

Prima Donna your song shall never die,
You'll sing again, and for unending ovation!
Think how you'll shine in that final encore!
Sing, prima donna, once more!"

Annabelle and Quinn- Who'd believe us divas happy to relieve our Viktor Krum
Who's been target of the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in toy's duet!
Although he may demur, getting a toy will occur.
Christine must be protected!
fortunata!
Non ancor abbandonata!
You'd never get away with all this in a play,
but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera!

Whole room- Prima donna the world is at your feet!
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!
Light up the stage with that age old rapport!
Sing, prima donna, once more!

Raoul- So, it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met,
a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!

Room- Once more!

Viktor- You know, I feel a lot better now. But with me and my lacking of opera knowledge...what's a Prima Donna, anyway?

Annabelle- a person who sang before Madonna.

Viktor- You sure?

Annabelle- No, but who cares?

Maya- Annabelle! How could you not care! *clears throat* Prima Donna: A singular noun for a first or principal female singer of an opera company. a temperamental person; a person who takes adulation and privileged treatment as a right and reacts with petulance to criticism or inconvenience. It originated from Italy, where it began as first lady. The words began from prime and duenna. Last but not least,prima is the feminine version of the Italian word primo, which means first, combined with donna, which means lady. So there you have it. Any questions?

Crowd- *speechless*

Viktor- Ew, you two called me a SOPRANO?

Maya- They did, because as we know, Carlotta was the Prima Donna and she as the leading soprano for five seasons. Don't worry, Viktor. I know tons of guys who are sopranos who are your age. I mean, they're just......12 years younger than you are....

Viktor- *groans*

Phantom- All righty, I think we're all settled with our problems. Anyone have anything else they need to talk about?

Raoul- I didn't get a prize in my cereal box! sing me a song for that!

Phantom- No, thanks. We'll pass. Breakfast is over; everyone, back to your rooms! I did a little remodeling, so now it's a giant dorm with each of you getting your same room. It just has a big parlor in the middle.
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(In the girl's dorm)
Annabelle- Whew! I really nailed that song, didn't I?

Meg- *giggle* Yeah, you did. Did you see Viktor's face when he realized he was being called a soprano? THAT was priceless.

Hermione- Yeah, that song was great!

Quinn- We really did sing it well. We got a bit shaky with "Entwined in toy's duet" but we wanted to get the pictures of getting the bobblehead and throwing fruit more than....what's in the real lyrics.

Christine- True.

Mme. Giry- Girls! are you gossiping?

Meg- No, mom, we're just talking.

Mme. Giry- All right, I'm off to the poll room. Phantom promised me a round of best two out of three!

Meg- Cool! (her mom leaves) Hey, let's gossip!

Annabelle- Raoul's so weird. So is Harry, sometimes.

Hermione- He has his moments, I agree.

Maya- Did you see Paris Hilton's new outfit? Talk about cute!

(They all talk)

(In the guy's dorm)

Viktor- It's like they're always staring at me. They never go away. It's really creepy.

Harry- Ick, sounds awful.

Klaus- That was me with Count Olaf, except he wanted to murder me.

Ron- Not good.

Raoul- *holding Barbie* Does Wendy's hair look prettyful enough?

Ron- Nobody cares, Raoul.

Raoul- Yay, she's so pritty! I'm going to dress just like her! *grabs suitcase and heads towards dressing room)

(They talk for a few more minutes)

Harry- I really wonder what Raoul meant when he said he wanted to-

Raoul- SUPRISE!!!!! (He's in a Cinderella dress, a Cinderella wig, and has a lot of blush and mascara on. He's also wearing cheap high heels) Who will be my Prince charming, hmm? Ah, you! *points at Viktor*

Viktor- And when I thought my problems were over with....*shudders and runs to room. Locks door*

Skittler, noun, one who writes skits for fun or profit

My friend Karen just wrote her first two skits. I wrote two to get her started, one of Billy martin and I and one of Joel Madden and her. (They are simple 2-character shorts, but they are rather funny)

Here are mine:

Billy- *pout on his face, head lowered-Doesn't anybody love me? Anybody like me? I'm over here, poor neglected me

Annabelle- *runs over and hugs Billy* Everyone else can have Joel!

Annabelle- Oh, yeah, and have this! *pulls out 25 cent plastic ring*

Annabelle- *on one knee*-will you marry me William Dean Martin, hottest guy in Good Charlotte in my opinion?

Billy- Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh...

Annabelle- I'll throw in wedding fees.

Billy- Done!


Karen- *clear throat* Ah-he-HEM! Joel Reuben Madden, would you take I, Karen, to be your wife?

Joel -Well, I don't know....I'm already engaged to someone who has been in jail several times, done drugs and made me dye my hair like Cruela deVil....*sobs* MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!!!

Karen- Never fear! I can color your hair in black washable marker until we can get you to a beauty salon and you can get your lovely hair back to the original shade. My treat.

Joel- Really? That's so nice! Nicole would have made me pay for it.....*clears throat* Karen, do you take me, Joel Madden, to be your husband?

Karen- Let me think about it....hmmmm.....OK!


And here are Karen's:

Joel-Okay, ladies calm down. I'm going to pick one of you out of the crowd to come and ask me one question eeny meani miney mo(after he says all that)...you!

Karen- yes!

Joel- what's your name?

Karen- Karen

Joel- what's your question?

Karen- *on one knee, opens little box with 25 cent rig inside* Joel Madden, will you marry me? The ring is gold

Joel- *picks up ring* this is plastic

Karen- I was on short notice. Anyway Do you except?

Joel- Uhh...

Karen- I can cover everything for the wedding! I'll even buy you a real ring for the wedding!

Joel- Done!

Girls in crowd- Nooo!!!

Me- Yay me! *claps hands like London and throws arms around Joel and gives him a big bear hug*

Joel- Wow, who knew I was so loved?


Billy- Hey does anyone want my autograph? *hears girls chanting Joel* I guess nobody likes me...

Annabelle- I do Billy! *runs under safety bar and races over and hugs Billy* I love you!

Billy- Yay! I'm loved by someone!

Annabelle- Can I ask you a question?

Billy- Sure

Annabelle: *down on one knee, takes out box with plastic ring inside* Will you, Billy Martin, marry me?

Billy- uhhhhhh....

Annabelle- I'll cover the wedding plans. I'll even let you draw a big cartoon posters to hang up at the wedding!

Billy- Oh my god! YOU GOT YOURSELF A DEAL, GIRL!!!!

Annabelle- Yay me! and Billy! *trys to hug Billy and pick him up and is too short* uhh, a little help please?

Billy- oh, sorry! *Billy picks up Annabelle and swings her around*
Annabelle- WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Random girl- Hey look! It's Billy!

Annabelle- Oh no!

Billy- *GASP* Danger is a foot! Quick! To the Billymobile! Away! * grabs Annabelle and takes off running*

*James bond music starts playing*


Personally, I like hers better--- and it's her first try!

I'm looking forward to seeing more of her work, because personally, I think it's downright hilarious.

We're baaaaaack!

I'm finally back from my Florida/Alabama trip! You might think that I'd be posting about what I did and stuff, but I'll leave that to my mom....*snickers*

What I AM going to post about it what my aunts and I discussed the night before we left: the top 5 hottest celebrities. (Aren't I SUCH a dork?)

Well, here's my list:

5th Place

Matthew Lewis (or Neville Longbottom) is one of my favorite Harry Potter actors. He plays the part really well, and his hair is nice. :)

4th Place

Orlando Bloom is probably one of those few celebrities in which it seems EVERYONE seems to like. I'm a big fan of his hair. (and eyes, and smile....)

3rd Place

Joel Madden has an amazing voice, and according to zillions of fans and other resources, is really sweet. He's also apparently vegetarian, and he's funny. What's not to love?

2nd Place

Billy Martin nearly won 1st place, but someone else beat him out by just a tiny bit. He kind of has this sort of charm that only some people can see....but besides that, he's vegetarian, loves animals, and is a talented musician. GO BILLY! (I'm planning on being him for Halloween, by the way.)

Drum roll please! *drums in background*

1st Place


Stanislav Ianevski beats out Matthew, Billy, Joel, and even Orlando! Admit it. You like him, too. (People who have seen either Goblet of Fire or Hostel 2 should recognize him- he plays Viktor in GOF and Miroslav in Hostel)

Go ahead and comment on my top five- and maybe even post yours! I triple-dog dare ya.

She who has not posted in forever

Ugh, I would have dearly loved to post more often, and I can't say there isn't anything to blog, but I can't think of what I've been doing! So I'll just say this.

1. Ginger (my very adorable dog) is currently asleep on the bed
2. I've been having all these weird dreams about Billy Martin
3. I've found myself obsessed with small rooms and less furniture
4. I'm running out of things to list
5. I can't seem to stop listing stuff as it's so addictive
6. I will be ending this blogger post
7. Now.

My Logo

I was headed off to Spouth Park Studio when a popup from the site came up. First detailing all the new stuff that had been added, I then read that the owner of the site isn't happy with all the people who create a characte and then claim it as their own. Thinking of my adorable SP person on my blog, I'd like to show you where my uber-cool logo was made:

Click here and create a South Park person

And yes, I know I posted that site's URL twice in this post.

Everybody Look Left

Last winter, I joined a weekly theatre group in Louisville called Broadway Bootcamp. Everyone who worked there had professional theatre experience (one even understudied on Broadway), so there was a lot of expertise floating about. There were classes in dance, singing, and acting, and at the end of the day, we put all three together to work on our "open classroom", which would be at the end of the program to show our parents what we learned.

This summer, I signed up for the 2-week season. Instead of various songs for the shows that would be performed by Music Theatre Louisville, we focused on the lion King, as the national tour had stopped in Louisville for about 6 weeks. We also did a song from Barnum for good measure.

The finished product ended up being incredible, and we performed it on Sunday night, right before the amphitheatre's showing of Hello, Dolly!. One neat effect of doing songs from one show is that we could put them in order and act out major scenes, so it was almost like a miniature version of Lion King.

My five minutes of fame (which was actually quite some time) was when I played Rafiki in the scene where Rafiki tells Simba to go back to Pride Rock, become king, and face his uncle. I was a bit worried about it, though, because it kept changing! I did end up performing it correctly (I think.)

By the way, I found these videos on YouTube. You should watch them.

Past My Curfew

I went to my first late-night party last night.

I wouldn't call it a late-night party, though. It lasted until 11 at night, it was girls only with only about 6 guests, and everything was pretty casual. Besides that, I had a great time.

It was held by my friend Briley (I really wish I knew how to spell her name) and consisted of Singstar, Air hockey, DanceDance Revolution, and eating. We made the Rice Krispie Treats from scratch and tried to beat one another at the various games. DDR and SS were pretty calm, but Air hockey became downright vicious--it was common for the puck to fly right off the table! Despite that, everyone was having fun with it.

Although I did win a fair share of the DDR songs, I must admit I'm pretty awful at SingStar, which of course made it so much more addictive. I sang "I will Survive" once, and ended up singing "Boys and Girls" by Good Charlotte until I memorized it. (Of course, I probably would have gotten a better score if I wasn't continuously saying, "Oh, look, it's Joel!" "BENJI!" "There's Billy again!!!!")

The party was a blast, and a great way to celebrate something Briley probably didn't plan-----

The 15th was William Dean Martin's 26th birthday! (Better known as Billy Martin to most)



Happy Birthday, Billy!

(Here's Billy's Wikipedia Page, by the way.)

Random Pictures I like

The title says it all.


Kitten in marshmellows!!!!!



Who doesn't love hamsters?



MORE hamsters!!!



Kittens at a sleepover!!!!!!



He has a flavor!



I love hedgehogs. So adorable!



He must be comfy...*cough*



What a heroic kitty. :)


A hamster out to lunch? LOVE!



Meep!



Yeah, you made bunny cry! How mean.



Yez it kan B hugz tiem now pleez!


I wonder how they got them to pose like that...


Oh my gosh. BUNNIES IN A CONVERTABLE!!!!!!

Got Hats?

Let's get one thing straight.

I like hats.

Odd thing is, even though I like hats a lot, I don't own zillions of them. In fact, I have five.

One baseball-like hat my brother gave me. (No photographic proof of this hat exists)

One bucket hat I bought in Germany at Wal-Mart. (Again, no photographic proof)

ANOTHER baseball-like hat that I found at a grocery store in Germany when I came to visit during the World Cup:



A newsboy like hat I bought back last November:



And my latest hat, a straw bucket hat with a bow. I think it's rather cute:



Oh, but the fun does not stop at me! Check out my brother's mad headgear:







My mom's fine hat:



And some Derby hats!



Don't forget Pellet!



AAAAAAAND....Deana's spiffy hat! (Knitted by my mom)



And hats for pets!





One hat! Two hats! Red hats! Blue hats! Old hats! New hats! The man in the yellow hat! The Cat in the Hat!

Some find joy in socks, but I find joy in hats.

Where's the blogger post for that?