chickadee: Paul Anka

Friday, February 8

Paul Anka

This is my rat.

Her name is Paul Anka.

Yes it's a she, named after a he. ;)

Paul Anka is the name of the dog on Gilmore Girls, which is where I got the name. However, here is what Wikipedia says about Paul Anka:

"Paul Anka is a Canadian singer/songwriter of Lebanese origin. He became a naturalized U.S. citizen in 1990.

Anka first became famous as a teen idol in the last 1950's and 1960's with hit songs like 'Diana,' 'Lonely Boy,' and 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder.' He went on to write such well known music as the theme for The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, Tom Jones' biggest hit 'She's A Lady,' and the English lyrics for Frank Sinatra's signature song 'My Way.'"

So I hope, through this clever naming of my rat (ha!), you have learned a little bit more pop culture history than you knew before. :D

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: okay first off I love that paul anka is a girl. VERY GG. ! lol

secondly, the great post-it prank of '08 is awesome. = D and I would do exactly what you did: be so excited, then semi-freak out that it would turn out badly.lol that is too funny though. :)

thirdly, LOVE, love love LOVE the jeans story!!!!!!!! =) its like the day at APACHE convention that I had to wear a sweater around my waist all day... haha "like the tearing of the veil in the temple". lolll I LOVEYOU! =D ..its like revenge of the replacement jeans. lol; February 9, 2008 at 7:42 PM
Unknown said...: Finally got around to reading your blogs. Love your gift with words. I can actually picture your daily occurrences. Off to fix lunch (for after church) and do last minute ss class prep. Love you!; February 10, 2008 at 8:04 AM

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