History Lesson

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Congratulations!  If you've made it this far, despite today's title of History Lesson, you are indeed brave.  Or crazy. Glogirly wasn't much for history in school.  Could have been the blue-bee-hive-headed history teacher. Could have been the class was right before lunch.

Cool illustrations by Pizza Party       Ok...I did add a few things to them!

Either way, she's not much of a history smarty and there's not going to be a test at the end of this post.

So we discovered that Glogirly made a mistake on our Real Housecats Audition Page.  That's the page where all the cool cats go to find out how to submit their photos and bios to us.  This dizzy girl of mine typed the WRONG email address!  Good grief, how hard can it be?

Our email address is G L O G I R L@ blah-de-blah-blah dot com.
She typed G L O G I R L Y@ blah-de-blah-blah dot com.
(ok, it's not really blah-de-blah, but you get my drift)

So it got me thinking... WHY on earth is our email address "glogirl" and not "glogirly" for crying out loud?

Here's where the history lesson comes in.  You were wondering weren't you?

So how did Glogirly get her name and Y, oh Y,  is our email address missing the all-important Y?

Well, the girl was just a girl until one day when she tap-tap-tapped on a strangers door.  When that door opened, she met Gloman.  It was a chance meeting, love at first sight and a day that changed the course of history for the girl and Gloman.

Gloman is Gloman because he's adorable and sweet and wonderful and cute.  (ok, I REALLY didn't say that.)  He's also Gloman because the first three letters of his last name are Glo.  Just before the girl and Gloman were to marry, the girl thought about what kind of wonderful gift she could give her new husband.  Many of her friends had asked her, "so are you going to keep your last name?"  The girl loved her name.  She'd had it for almost 40 ::gasp:: years.  Gloman's name was a mouthful.  NO ONE could say it OR spell it. That's when she knew. There was a very special gift that only SHE could give her Gloman.  The gift of taking and loving his name.

Cool illustrations by Glogirly's friend, Kristin.

So on their wedding day, the girl that married Gloman became Glogirl.  

And what about the Y???  When did Glogirl become Glogirly???

Well we've got Blogger to thank for that.  Poor Blogger so often gets a bad rap.  Everyone hates the word identification thing.  The WordPress people think their all that.  Blah. Blah.

Poor Blogger gets a bad rap.

When my girl and I decided to try our hands and paws at this blogging thing, we started with Blogger.  My girl was SO mad that someone ELSE had already snatched up her name, Glogirl.  And they weren't even using it!  What, oh what, was she going to do?  We thought long and hard over it.  I'd like to think it's my girlish kitty beauty that inspired her.  But it was actually her best friend from junior high school, who to this day calls her Girly.

So THAT'S how Glogirly was born.

This concludes our History Lesson for the day.

Class dismissed.

Pee S  - In case you're thinking I've gone soft on Gloman.  Well it's his birthday tomorrow and I'm cutting him a little shred of slack.

Pee Pee S - For you cats that either tried to email your audition stuff or still want to, the email address on the application page is fixed!  Just click HERE.