It’s the 100th anniversary of the sinking of The Titanic this April 15th.

In celebration (and to eek even more money out of it), it is being re-released in theaters for public viewing in 3D.

So, honestly…are you going?

Tell the truth or I shall have to knock 3-times and summon the floating head of death.

I WAS going to go an revel in my Titanic geekiness (since I can remember and LONG before the film, thank you very much) but, the writer who writes Downton Abbey (oh, how I love thee) has a 2-night series on The Titanic that starts that night, and my friend Holly (who took the ADORABLE photos of our brand new Maltese puppy, Pinky) (yes, I am STILL having so much trouble with that name, as is my husband)and I decided, that even though we could DVR it, we wanted to stay home and experience it live.

So, what about you?

(And yeah…I realize there are about eleventyhundred of you who are WAY cooler and much, MUCH more hip than I am and don’t give a flying flip about The Titanic and would rather have their epidermal torn slowly from their body and poured with lemon juice than have to view it or hear one more minute of hype about it ever again.

I dressed up as Rose DeWitt Bukater for Halloween this year so I am clearly not one of those people.

:)

So, whatcha gonna do?

Thank you SO much for the hundreds of name suggestions you gave me through my blog, Twitter, Facebook and email. I loved so many of them. (And MUCH thanks to Holly Murdock for the beautiful photos she took of my little puppy.)

She ended up getting microchipped today and so we needed to come up with a name.

And I am rather embarrassed to tell you what it is.

So, let’s just get it over with, shall we?

We…um…named her…

Pinkie.

I know.

But let me explain.

My older son had his heart SET on a name and well…he totally manipulated us by teaching it to Butterlump. And when you have your little 2-year-old that your sun rises and sets by come up to you and say in the most adorable voice… “Mama…I just WUV Pinkie so much!” And then you see him petting your adorable blinking cotton ball saying, “I wuv you Pinkie!”.

We tried to suggest other names, we really did. “Aaron, what about Poppy?” “No, Mama! PINKIE!”

It was too much for us and we caved.

Besides…she has the most perfectly baby pink ears, pads and you can still see some of her delicate pink skin come through her coat.

And she is as tiny as a pinky, so there is that.

(Can you tell I am justifying myself as much as possible?)

Thing is, the name is actually growing on me. It seems to fit her more every day. And since we also got it for Butterlump to have a pal when he gets a little older as there is a 10-year age difference between him and Christopher, I thought going with the name he insisted on was the way to go.

I have to go cuddle with my two little ones right now. Butterlump has a fever and is having a hard time so he is up late and poor Pinkie had a microchip implanted and was vaccinated and so she is in a lot of pain.

Pinkie.

Oh, well.

I love her to bits and pieces.

And hey, at least it wasn’t Renesmee…right?

Sigh.