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We'll return to the blogging world after the holidays. Barbie said "math is hard." While I agree, what's harder is finding time to get everything done. And we don't even have kids yet. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Until 2009,

Kate, Carl, Buffett & Bogey

As seen in The Decatur Daily: 09.30.2008

On the Fashion Radar with Kate Cole: Tues. Sept. 30, 2008

A Clutch is Worth a Thousand “Wows”

I am a firm believer that the key to dressing chic every day lies in a single piece that pulls an outfit together and finishes it. This piece is the “wow” factor and it is the reason two women wearing very similar clothes can look completely different – one far better than the other. Be it a belt, shoe, scarf, necklace or handbag, the “wow” piece takes an ordinary outfit to a whole new level.

This season a “wow” piece you must have in your possession is a clutch handbag.

Forget what you ever thought you knew about clutches – especially if you thought they were evening appropriate only. This season clutches are not only daytime ready, but are delicately tailored, intricately detailed and lavishly adorned. They almost resemble pieces of jewelry…except these bobbles store your lipstick, cell phone and credit card and are perfect companions to the grocery store.

Two designers have outshined the rest and mastered the art of concocting the perfect any time clutch – Rebecca Norman and Lauren Merkin.

Each has her own recipe that mixes casual, distressed leather with delicate beadwork or dressier, pearlized leather with a bohemian, brass wrist strap. Their designs are the perfect marriage of daytime casual and cocktail chic – they are the perfect “wow” to any outfit.

Find Rebecca Norman and Lauren Merkin clutches at Carriage House, 115 Johnston St. S.E. in downtown Decatur.

Fashionably Yours,

Kate

I am officially suing whitepages.com

I used to love, adore whitepages.com. It was my first stop when I needed an address or phone number. I even recommended the website to friends and family and touted how much easier than an actual phonebook it was to navigate.

This admiration ended today.

I was doing the norm, looking up a few addresses, etc. when I realized how fancy the website had gotten. It now informs you whether the address and phone number listed is the person's work or home number and who else might be residing at their same address. It also lists where else he or she may have lived in previous years, and allows you to purchase (for a small fortune) a brief history of anyone with a social security number.

So I did it. I "whitepaged" myself. At first everything seemed fine. It showed I had a previous address in Collierville, TN (Memphis) and one in Decatur. I trusted their free information was correct and opted not to fork over the $54.99 to be sure.

Then I scrolled down and saw it: "Katherine Klepper.....Age 40." FORTY for craps sake!!! I haven't even celebrated my 30th.

Now, I don't know if this is some kind of sick joke set into motion by a person from my past who works for their company and has it out for me or if it is a legitimate mistake, but no one ages me that many years and screws me out of that many birthday gifts at the same time. Whitepages.com, either fix your misprint by 0400 hours on Thursday or I'm suing your inaccurate booty for defamation of character. In fact, as many people as you have listed on your website I bet we could get a little class action business going.

(ATTENTION READERS: If you have been defamed by whitepages.com please contact us immediately.)

I am serious. This is not a joke. Fix the lies you have listed on your website.

In separate but related news...Today's Lesson: pretty much everything you read on the Internet is false.

Lessons Learned by a Football Fan's Wife

Living in the deep south means that after God and family only one thing reigns supreme - college football. Now I just checked my own personal list for verification, and just as I suspected there are quite a few things that rank higher than football in importance. But to avoid excommunication I go through the motions and cheer when everyone cheers, dress my pets in Auburn gear on game days, and agree that the Tigers must stretch the field vertically with its outside receivers to open up the underneath routes, the screens and the running game...whatever that means.

I have grown to enjoy some parts of this Saturday ritual, but even after drinking the Kool-Aid for many (many) years Auburn football still doesn't trump a proper fashion show swag bag in my mind. But marriage teaches you things. Just as Carl has learned the importance of Vogue's September issue, I've learned that Auburn in HD fails in comparison to seeing them in the flesh. And so follows a few other things I've learned in the almost two years of marriage to a footballer.

1. Ask before you invite. Although we females enjoy viewing our favorite sporting events (Oscars, Emmys, MTV Music Awards) surrounded by hundreds of our closest friends, oddly, males don't necessarily want to share the big game with them. Some prefer to experience game day solo - so they can blurt expletives and throw chicken wings at their flat panel without judgement.

2. As a person with an appreciation of aesthetics I naturally have a love for fashion. Carl calls it an obsession, whatever, pre-med/pre-law. Anyway, I've learned that kick-off isn't the time to ask your husband's thoughts on 3/4 vs. opera-length gloves. The only thing you will successfully accomplish is raising his blood pressure.

3. Your husband doesn't care (especially during an extra point kick) that the "HeatGear" technology in the team's uniforms, designed to keep players cool and dry in extreme heat, is similar to the moisture-wicking fabric found in a brand of pajamas for menopausal women.

4. If you walk softly and carry a case of your husband's favorite beer he'll be much more inclined to hand over his credit card, sign off on Botox or agree to give you half of his already minuscule closet space.

5. Football season is the best time of year to recover your dining room chairs, purchase new draperies or paint the entire exterior of your home (just don't touch the room that houses your hubby's favorite TV). Your beloved will be so wrapped up with game day he won't even notice the changes until well into February and by then you will have them paid off.

6. It's considered in poor taste, unAmerican even, to suggest your spouse sell his AU/LSU tickets for a hefty profit so you can buy fabric for new throw pillows for your living room sofa.

7. If there is ever an overtime situation it's best to avoid conversations that begin with: "What do you want (insert dog's name here) to be for Halloween?"

With the better part of a football season ahead of us I'm sure there is lots more to learn. Stay tuned...

A first and a few other things

Bogey recently experienced a first in his short puppy life – bath time. We, like the good parents that we are, captured it on digital camera so we could share this special moment with the world. He was just as scared to death in real life as he looks in the photos.

Please note that this particular bath actually occurred weeks ago so don’t call social services just yet. He’s had several baths since; it has just taken us a while to post pictures. We don’t want anyone thinking we’ve waited this long to bathe the poor guy. What kind of parents do you think we are?!?









We also wanted to share a few photos of Bogey’s latest sleeping position and beautiful new bed. We call it the Spread Eagle Royale. Clearly, he finds his new digs comfy.











Question: When is it appropriate to decorate your pets (and house) for Halloween? Please advise. Bogey really likes sporting his “Trick or Treat” bandanna so we hope we aren’t breaking protocol. I also fished out my “If the broom fits…ride it” tea towel but I don’t think it is Halloween specific.

My Favorite Superheros

So, I was having one of those blah, uninspiring weekends...

Carl has a big test coming up so he was unavailable to entertain me. His nose was constantly stuck inside the pages of "The Complete Internal Revenue Code" and as enthralling as that title may sound it's not really my cup of tea. I was forced to amuse myself.

So there WE were: Blue Bell vanilla bean ice cream, DiGorno four cheese rising crust pizza, Sargento string cheese twisters, Jose Ole grilled chicken & three cheese quesadillas, Maizetos Fiesta Pack tortilla chips, Pace chunky salsa (medium), Rold Gold mini pretzel twists, and Me. Clearly, by Sunday evening I was feeling fat, greasy and guilty...but mostly fat.

In a moment of sheer desperation I frantically tried to decide whether it would be easier to exercise the calories off by alternating laps around Delano Park with sets on our Ab Lounge OR convince the weekend staff at Decatur General's ER to prescribe me a super laxative. (Could they surgically remove the food? Would my insurance cover it?) Instead, I decided to call on my favorite superheros for inspiration - Elle Woods and Cher Horowitz, the stars of "Legally Blonde" and "Clueless" respectively.

These ladies have it together. They're smart, funny, beautiful and know exactly what they want. Cher took a less-than-stellar report card situation and turned it into the chance to help her teachers, and eventually herself, find love. Elle handled getting dumped by her boyfriend with poise and grace - by getting into Harvard Law, winning the case and finding new, better love.

After my four hour movie marathon I felt refreshed, renewed and slightly less bloated. Elle inspired me to give myself a manicure and pedicure (OPI Second Honeymoon), and Cher, to exercise, finalize my outfit selections for the week and "do something good for humanity." My peace of mind was restored. Carl even glanced up from the pages of his textbook to compliment me on my nails!

Softball & Wedding Cake

Thursday the "Albany Angels" took the softball field for the second time. We played the "Lawrence County Outlaws." By their name and county of residence we were sure they would beat the skorts right off of us. Instead, pigs flew, hell froze over and the "Albany Angels" were victorious! (7 - 3!). Carl and I didn't actually get to play (he was in class, I was on the bench), but winning is a team effort, right?

Here I am posing in our cute little uniform. You can't really see in the picture, but my tee shirt is tied at the side in one of those '80s knots. I'm bringing that look back - so spread the word! Also a little side note: I actually wore my pink skort in Thursday's game (not my black one seen here). I know it is incredibly important that I point that out!

Saturday we went to Kate Vickery and Dave Peek's wedding. It was such a beautiful event and really brought back fond memories of our wedding. They used Carla Swinney, the same photographer we had. She is such a talent! Please check out her website to see pictures from their wedding. (I'm not sure if she's updated it just yet.) Following are a few from our "Big Day," including one of me with Carla.

Jackie O. would be proud

Whether you wear your heart on your left sleeve or your right, there is one thing in the presidential race on which we can all agree. Not since Jackie Kennedy has First Lady fashion looked so fine!

While Michelle Obama and Cindy McCain share little in common, they both do possess an appreciation of fashion and a smart sense of style. While it's a talking point political analysts often side-step, it may be the one thing that successfully holds my attention for the duration of this year's race for the White House.

Oh the femininity, luscious textures and masterful tailoring...I'm clearing a space on my coffee table for the book right now. These are a few favorites I hope make the cut.

2 - 4 - 6 - 8 Albany A's are Super Great

Tuesday was the first "Albany Angels" softball experience...and I must say we performed far better than I ever expected. We only lost 12 - 2, and that's because they called the game in the forth inning. Had the officials allowed us proper time to warm up I'm sure we would have given "South Decatur" a run for their money. I can, at least, confirm that our team scored far more points in the snappy uniform department. We all had matching skorts! (The girls, anyway.)

In case you're unfamiliar, Albany is the beautiful historic district in Decatur in which we live. Every Friday we meet at the home of our Patron Saint of Albany, Margret Ann Templeton, for "8th Ave. Culture Club." This is a tradition that has been alive for 20 plus years and Margret Ann happens to be our across the street neighbor. At one of our regular "Culture Club" sessions the idea of a neighborhood girls softball team was thrown on the table. We, of course, in all our gin-soaked glory, thought it was the greatest idea and immediately agreed to play. The fact that we'd actually have to play softball never occurred to us...we just thought we'd get to buy a pink glove and platform cleats and that would be the end of it.

The following day much of our roster began back-peddling with excuses of work commitments, family obligations and manicure horror stories. Many of the previous night's most enthusiastic signers were one-by-one raining on our estrogen parade. If Albany was to have a team at all (read: if we were going to get to buy pink gloves and platform cleats) we would have to withdraw our "pink skorts only" rule and recruit our husbands, brothers and cubicle mates. We would have to go co-ed.

And so began what will surely prove to be the most stressful four weeks of our husbands', brothers', etc's lives.

Naturally, I immediately volunteered Carl to coach. I figured he didn't have enough on his plate with intense casework, attending classes to earn his legal masters in tax law and studying for tests and exams. Surely the only thing lacking in his already over-packed 24 hour days were holding tutorials on the fundamentals of softball and recruiting enough decent players so he would never actually have to put us on the field.

So Tuesday arrived and the original "Angels" took their designated places on the dugout's bench. We led a few cheers, heckled the other team, snapped a photo or two and discussed the best place to get your eyebrows waxed. All the normal chit-chat one would expect from a serious sports team. Then something unexpected happened, something we weren't prepared for. Carl actually put us in. I hadn't even bought my glove yet. All the pink ones were on back order.

Now, I'm not one to brag but I'm about to...

Of the two points we scored I contributed in great part to one of them. Up at bat, I blindly swung at the first pitch and by some miracle made contact. The ball bounced between the pitcher and second baseman and again, by some miracle, I got to first base faster than my opposition could get the ball there. And while I was running to first, Carl was running from third to home plate. My hit successfully sent Carl home to score our team's second of two points. Shortly thereafter I was thrown out at second base and the game was over but I didn't care. I had earned my very own RBI.

Post-game we toasted with a celebratory beverage at Hard Dock Cafe, our team's sponsor. Everyone was excited, mostly that we had survived our first game with minor injuries but me about my awesome miracle play.

Our next game is Thursday and based on how well we did in Game One, I predict we get to play at least five innings. I guess this means I need to take my name off the wait list and buy a glove, gasp, off-the-rack.

Today's To-Do List

Things I am/was supposed to do today:
1. Go to Church
2. Unload dishwasher
3. Reload dishwasher
4. Give myself an at-home facial
5. Shave my legs
6. Take inventory of fall clothes
7. Go to grocery for: lunch food, Diet Mountain Dew (in cans), toilet paper, Clorox wipes, string cheese, and food for neighborhood cookout
8. Grill out with neighbors (5 p.m.)


Things I have done today (as of 2:52 p.m.):
1. Watched Gustav coverage
2. Cooked a pizza
3. Watched Bogey harass Buffett
4. Blogged

*****BREAKING NEWS*****

Forget the fact that John McCain just selected the former beauty queen/Wharton's fisherwoman who 21 months ago was mayor of a town full of Eskimos smaller than Hartselle to be one 72 year old 4 time cancer surviving heartbeat away from the Presidency... (did you know that Sarah Palin is actually an old Inuit word meaning Tom Eagleton?)

WE'VE GOT REAL BREAKING NEWS!

WE'VE GOT A YORKIE EAR POP.

Only one ear for now, so it might remind one of Jeff Leonard's old "one flap down" home run trot... (obscure Vice-Presidential references combined with obscure baseball references get bonus points) but nonetheless, it is the long anticipated sign of Yorkie development. (Sniff, sniff) I'm kind of going to miss the floppy ears...

The Adventures of Bogey

Since Bogey's arrival we've been getting to know him and introducing him to our friends and family. For the first few days he was a little shy, except with Buffett who he worshiped from day one. (It's taken a little longer for Buffett to warm up to him.) As he became more comfortable with us his "Yorkie-tude" began to shine through and the "Adventures of Bogey" began.

This is what he's been up to...

After watching one episode of MindFreak he tried Escape Artist on for size. It seemed to fit and now we must buy a new crate. We're still not sure how he wiggles out.

His potty training has been going remarkably well, with very few accidents (sorry Liz). Oddly, he has started using his piddle pads as toys, grabbing a corner and running, pad waving behind him like a banner. We're not sure if this means he needs more toys or that we don't have to buy any because he's happy to play with anything.


He still worships Buffett, and Buffett has grown to love him back. He follows him everywhere and does everything Buffett does. If Buffett gets water, Bogey gets water. If Buffett piddles in the far left corner of the yard, Bogey does too. He also loves to cuddle and spoons with Buffett every chance he gets.

My three precious boys napping together. They all woke up just after these pictures were taken because I felt left out and wanted to squeeze in with them. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful husband and two darling pups!

One of Bogey's favorite games is tug-of-war with Buff's tail. It's so funny to watch. He tugs as hard as he can and is so serious about his game. Poor Buff lets him play for a while but eventually gets annoyed and gives us his look that means, "seriously, can you get the kid a rope chew?"

This is that look.

A happy Bogey after a round of tug-of-war with brother.

What a Croc!

NO THEY ARE NOT!!!

In fact, after you celebrate say your sixth birthday Crocs are no longer acceptable footwear outside your garden. Ever. Under any circumstances. Even if your home is ablaze, they're sitting by the nearest exit and all other shoes are upstairs.

I'm going to give the six and under crowd a pass. 1.) You don't pick out your clothes anyway so it's not really your fault and 2.) I can understand their appeal as they're easy to put on and take off, inexpensive so your parents aren't investing much on growing feet, and simple to clean - just hose 'em down. But as soon as you can count six candles on your birthday cake it's time to retire them for something a little less plastic.

The rest of you should know better. It is not okay for a 38-year-old to wear Atlanta Braves-themed shoes. Not even if you are en route to Turner field. Even the more understated solid black or brown models are still hideous. Fashion isn't everything to everyone but no one has to settle for ugly.

Many of you Crocsies will argue how comfortable they are. Well, I wouldn't know as I've never let one near my feet, but are they comfortable enough to warrant actually wearing them in public? My house slippers are heavenly but I don't wear them out to dinner.

In addition to their comfort, the gospel according to Crocs, inc. touts their extreme light weight, their ventilation system that keeps feet cool, and their "ultra-hip Italian styling," as well as a few other bells and whistles. Now, I don't know about you but all the normal, non-ugly shoes that have crossed my path have never weighed so much that they hindered my day-to-day activities. And my feet generally maintain a comfortable temperature on their own so a personal air conditioning system in my footwear just seems unnecessary. Lastly, I've been to Italy; there were no Crocs.

So ladies, gents, children over six, next time you're headed out the door and reach for your Crocs or are shopping for new shoes and some Crocsie pressures you to join him on the dark side, please look past all the podiatrists' testimonials, advanced features and the attractive price tag. Look past these things and directly at the shoes. They're not a pretty sight are they? Look a little ridiculous, huh? I beg you. Keep Crocs off our otherwise clean, attractive streets...or prepare to be mocked.

Personal Trainers are Strict

My friend and neighbor is a personal trainer. She and I agreed to trade services: I design and re-work her closet and wardrobe and she kicks my butt into shape before my ten year high school reunion.

From the beginning I made her aware that I might prove to be one of her more "challenging" clients. I hate to work out. Sweat gives me acne, there is nothing I would rather wear less than a rubber-soled shoe, and the only time I feel it necessary to run is if I am being chased by an intruder with a deadly weapon of some sort. She would have to force me to exercise and I encouraged her to do so.

So today I started thinking about what a strict trainer she is. And by strict I mean great, excellent, the very best.

As hard as I try to tap dance around our workout and attempt to bribe her with wine she doesn't give up. It's not her reunion that is fast approaching. These aren't her flabby arms that must look svelte in the unforgiving, cap-sleeve dress I purchased for the event. Yet her persistence and energy endures. I'm pretty positive if I were in her sneakers and had to put up with me I would have walked a long time ago.

So thank you Liz for sticking with and not giving up on me. I praise you for your patience and dedication to the cause. I promise to get serious about our workout schedule and not fake illness or debilitating injury...starting Monday.

I want a pretty blog

After blog-stalking for the last couple hours I've come to the conclusion that our blog is not up to par. It is far less aesthetically pleasing than every other blog I read. So here is my question. How do I make our blog pretty? Please advise.

If Your Pet Sheds, FURminate Him

I silently freaked out when Carl came home recently toting what I believed to be a much too expensive dog brush. I, of course, kept silent because all too often I arrive home toting one thing or another, none of which we really need, and Carl rarely scolds me.

Excitedly he began detailing his adventures at Pet Smart and started listing off all the advantages of owning this expensive piece of yellow and black plastic. He opened with its name, knowing I'd think it was cute and forget he just spent my microderm money on a dog brush. "It's the FURminator," he told me. Shoot, he knows me too well. The name is genious!

Fearing I wasn't completely convinced of the FURminator's magic, he ushered Buffett and me outside for a demonstration (or "FURmination"). The single rake down Buffett's back that produced an entire fist full of golden hair was all it took. I was a believer. And I still am!

Since its introduction into our lives the FURminator has reduced Buffett's shedding by about 80%. I no longer have to pick up random hairballs each time I pass through a room. How the brush works is a mystery to me, but I don't need to know the science behind it. It works. In fact, this little dog brush has already proved its worth far beyond the 24k pricetag it came with. Never again will I question (even silently) Carl's canine hairbrush purchases.

So, if your pet sheds run to Pet Smart and get a FURminator. It will be the best thing you'll ever spend your microderm money on.

(Actual results following a single FURmination session, photo courtesy of furminator.com)

INTRODUCING....

...Prince Charming Bogart-Maxwell Cole (Bogey)

"Bogey" would like to thank the academy...as well as all those who participated in the 2008 "Name that Yorkie" contest. He extends a special thank you to Mary Bibb Pylant who contributed in great part to his naming. He hereby bequeaths his favorite squeaky toy to her in appreciation.

Today's the Last Day to Name that Yorkie!!!

Polls close at midnight tonight. Following are the most up-to-date results listed in order of most votes. I've deleted the nominations with zero votes. There are also a few final nominations that came in after the deadline. I liked them so I added them. Please check in tomorrow to find out my name!

Cheerio!
No-Name Yorkie Cole

1. Humphrey Bogart Maxwell Cole (Bogey), submitted by Carl Cole = 6 votes

2. Prince Charming Boy Sally, submitted by Mary Bibb Pylant = 3 votes

3. Theodore (Ted or Teddy), submitted by Caleb Cole = 2 votes

4. Zevon (Z), submitted by Jimmy Adams, jr. & Annette Sides = 2 votes

5. Lonnie Earl, submitted by Kristi Tapscott = 2 votes

6. Diogi (pronounced D-O-G), submitted by Carlton McMasters = 2 votes

7. Sergeant Yorkie Cole (Serge), submitted by Carl Cole = 1 vote

8. Baby Snoop (Snoop), submitted by Steve Klepper = 1 vote

9. Yogi, submitted by Carl Cole = 1 vote

10. New York, submitted by David Higginbotham = 1 vote

11. Baxter, submitted by Jenny Parker = 1 vote

12. Master Stewart Tiny Cole (Stew or Stewie), submitted by Kassady Wise Gibson = 1 vote

13. Brownie, submitted by Mandy Dolly = 1 vote

14. Button, submitted by Bo Brown = 1 vote

15. Norman (Norm), submitted by Leanette Jackson = 1 vote

16. Calvin, submitted by Liz Brown = 1 vote

17. Wasabi, submitted by Liz Brown = 1 vote

18. Manolo (Mani or Rolo), submitted by Christine Self Castellvi = 1 vote

19. Sam, submitted by Dave Gibson = 1 vote

20. Obama Rodham Klepper Cole, submitted by Charly Kusta = 1 vote

21. McGhee Maxwell Cole (Mac), submitted by Stephanie Gantt = 1 vote

22. Jimmy, submitted by Jason Gantt = 1 vote

The Final Nominations are in...Please Vote!!!

We've received the final nominations. You have until Friday at midnight to vote. There are 21 possible names for me. Please cast your ballot with great care...afterall I have to live with this name for 16+ years.


AND THE NOMINATIONS ARE.........


1. Button, submitted by Bo Brown = 1 vote

2. Sergeant Yorkie Cole (Serge), submitted by Carl Cole = 1 vote

3. Baby Snoop (Snoop), submitted by Steve Klepper = 1 vote

4. Sergeant Baby Snoop, submitted by Kate Cole = 0 votes

5. Humphrey Bogart Maxwell Cole (Bogey), submitted by Carl Cole = 4 votes

6. Yogi, submitted by Carl Cole = 1 vote

7. Mr. Chompers, submitted by Kate Cole = 0 votes

8. New York, submitted by David Higginbotham = 1 vote

9. Baxter, submitted by Jenny Parker = 1 vote

10. Master Stewart Tiny Cole (Stew or Stewie), submitted by Kassady Wise Gibson = 1 vote

11. Brownie, submitted by Mandy Dolly = 1 vote

12. Theodore (Ted), submitted by Caleb Cole = 1 vote

13. Diogi (pronounced D-O-G), submitted by Carlton McMasters = 1 vote

14. Zevon (Z), submitted by Jimmy Adams, jr. & Annette Sides = 2 votes

15. Levon, submitted by Carl Cole = 0 votes

16. Norman (Norm), submitted by Leanette Jackson = 1 vote

17. Groove, submitted by Carl Cole = 0 votes

18. Calvin, submitted by Liz Brown = 1 vote

19. Wasabi, submitted by Liz Brown = 1 vote

20. Lonnie Earl, submitted by Kristi Tapscott = 1 vote

21. Manolo (Mani or Rolo), submitted by Christine Self Castellvi = 1 vote

NEW NOMINATIONS!

Several new nominations for the name of little "Puppy Doe"

1. Diogi -pronounced DOG. Get it. This one was first brought up Saturday and it has now been brought up by a close friend.

2. Zevon - We've got a Buffett, so keeping with the music theme, what better name than the writer of Werewolves of London and Lawyers Guns and Money. "Z" for short.

3. Levon - cause he shall be a good man.

4. Norman - would be called "Norm!"

5. Atticus - he's spent the day in a lawyer's office and has acted very much accordingly. By that I mean whining he wants to go home and sleeping on top of the desk. He takes after his Dad.

6. Groove - Because he is the most laid back Yorkie we've ever seen and that was the nickname of a guy with a similar personality at Troy.

7. Troy - for obvious reasons.

And until the results are updated I will say there has been write in emails for Sarge, Diogi, Norm and Groove.

The nomination of "Yorkpie Hat" was rescinded in the same email it was mentioned. By a wise man.

Name that Yorkie Update - Bogey leads

Below are the latest poll results and submissions in my "Name That Yorkie" contest. Keep voting ladies and gents. Polls close Friday at midnight.

Oh, and we had a question as to my nationality. I'm of English heritage. Cheerio!

1. Button, submitted by Bo Brown = 1 vote

2. Sergeant Yorkie Cole (Serge), submitted by Carl Cole = 0 votes

3. Baby Snoop (Snoop), submitted by Steve Klepper = 1 vote

4. Sergeant Baby Snoop, submitted by Kate Cole = 0 votes

5. Humphrey Bogart Maxwell Cole (Bogey), submitted by Carl Cole = 2 votes

6. Yogi, submitted by Carl Cole = 0 votes

7. Mr. Chompers, submitted by Kate Cole = 0 votes

8. New York, submitted by David Higginbotham = 1 vote

The Cole Family Blog is Back in Action!!!

We've been absent from the blog world for a while now but are back in action. Please check regularly to read our posts. We'll update at least once a week, hopefully more. Following are a few topics we have in the works. Stay tuned...

1. The 2008 Name that Yorkie contest - submit the best name for our newest addition and you'll win a prize. (See #2 for possible prize)
2. Wardrobe & Closet Consultations - Kate's new venture that will help you make the most of what's in your closet, what to keep, what to pitch, and how to utilize every article of clothing so nothing goes unworn.
2B. The 2008 Name that Business contest - submit the best business name for Kate's wardrobe and closet consultation venture and win a prize.
3. Fall Fashion 2008 - quite possibly the best season in fashion yet!
4. Game Day 2008
5. Shame On You John Edwards!
6. Buffett's Babblings - Buffett's thoughts on life with a new brother
7. Olympic Glory
8. Fabulous finds and Gorgeous To-Die-For Stuff - our latest obsessions and favorite things

Help Name Me!!!

My Mom & Dad have yet to pick a name for me. Please lend a helping paw. Following are a few of the suggestions they've already received. Vote for your favorite or submit a new choice.

1. Button

2. Sergeant Yorkie Cole (Serge)

3. Baby Snoop (Snoop)

4. Sergeant Baby Snoop

5. Humphrey Bogart Maxwell Cole (Bogey)

6. Yogi

7. Mr. Chompers

P.S. Buffett is also taking donations to buy me a one-way ticket back to my breeders. I don't encourage any of you to give to this cause as I love my new family and think Buffett will come around once he sees that it's funny when I chase and bite his tail. I did, however, promise him I would add this to the bottom of my post.

WHO IS THIS LITTLE GUY?

WE DON'T KNOW HIS NAME YET, BUT HE'S THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE FAMILY. CHECK OUT THE VIDEO FROM THE BREEDER'S BACK YARD.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cndePTbFNTw

ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE BREEDER

WITH MY NEW DAD

FRTGR MM (The little guy typed those last 7 letters)

My Top 10 Favorite Kate Pictures

CARL'S FAVORITE KATE PICS

It has been a rough last few days so I want to move on to happier thoughts... Carla Swinney took the best pictures of Kate ever, but this Top 10 is limited to just the ones I've taken of her.

10. Sentimental favorite. Our first Christmas after we married. Love the lighting.

9. Toby Keith hat. Luis Vuitton bag. That's my cowgirl.

8. The Napa Wine Train. I would have liked to have had more balance to the lighting but I love the picture.

7. When you're the last ones left at your favorite restaurant, things can get a little silly.

6. CABO DOLPHINS

5. End of a long day on the water and she still looks beautiful.

4. She's kind of got an Uma in Pulp Fiction thing going on.

3. She was just getting to know Buffett. Win over the dog and you've got me.

2. The real 2nd favorite has not been authorized as the subject of the picture thinks it shows a little too much leg. Therefore, this is a substitute. It was one of our first pictures together taken on our first vacation together. And if I can't show the leg, I can at least show some shoulder.

1. The one that first made me go, "Wow!"

SO... VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE.