What will Aunt Maymee say today?!

This kid looks like a "Ginny" to me.

Now that the name has been popularized by Harry Potter, I suspect alot of children will be named "Ginny." I think naming things/dogs/people names from literature is infinetely cooler than naming them names from the soaps. Seriously, there was a guy on my soap named "Thorn." Really? Thorn? You know that's not a real name, even if you do come from a family of fashion designers. And I think Thorn had a brother named Storm, but he was pretty inconsequential to the show.

OK, I wonder where little Ginny is now. What could she be doing, where does she live? Does she still like the snow? Do her clothes have hearts on them? Does she like to sing? Is she gregarious? Does she drink alot or have lots of beaus? I have pictures of myself from when I was little in my cubicle, and my co worker likes to trick people into thinking it's someone else and gets them to comment on the picture. You'd think she was sadistic, but most of the time it's just funny. Like the one time an unsuspecting co worker said "Oh that kid looks like she would grow up to be a person with a big nose." Which is funny because I do NOT have a big nose, as evidenced by my picture to the right of this blog. If I DID have a big nose, that would not have been funny I spose, but I guess now we'll never know.

Personally I think I look JUST the same as I did in that picture when I was 2 1/2 and I do NOT look like I would grow up to have a big nose.

Ginny looks like she'd be into winter sports.

Off to a good start this week...

Today I am listening a strange playlist I discovered on my ipod that is all hip hop and rap, and it has subsequently influenced me to name this elephant “T Master Stomp Stomp.” “T” sure is skinny, isn’t he? He needs to eat some of Todd the gerbil’s shredded wheat. “Now Maymee!” you say, “You don’t strike me as a HIP HOP and RAP kinda gal!” Well dear reader, you are correct. I am not. I like showtunes and other music that’s generally considered pretty dullsville. But this is not my fault! I am technically slow! Most of the music on my ipod was actually put on there by someone else, and I lack the basic skills to change it. It’s easy! you say. Well if it were so flippin easy, explain how someone with a bachelor’s degree managed to lose about 300 of her songs, rename half of her playlists “Playlist 1”(which does NOT make me happy), and inexplicably dump TWO of her beloved audiobooks, simply by “Synching with Library!” Aren’t you SUPPOSED to synch with the library! Ugh. I hate everything. I have no idea where this playlist came from or who put it on there. Apparently I should keep a better eye on “Harry” (that’s my ipod’s name) than I have been. I mean, I like all these songs, they are pretty nifty and I feel like I’ve grown as a person in the world just listening to them. But oh my! They are not mine!! What shall I do? Do you know I don’t even post my own posts! A little angel named Dice does it for me! Thanks Dice!

Ha ha! I bet you had no IDEA I had a BA. Guess what it’s in.

Now, they say elephants never forget.

Do you think they forgive?

Day #....I forget

Oh how adorable this little pony is! Isn’t an adorable little pony every little girl’s birthday dream? My birthday was on Thursday, but I did not receive a pony. I did, however, receive a copy of "Atonement" which I guess is the grown up version of a pony, because I really really wanted it, and I did in fact squeal an extremely high-pitched and delighted squeal when I got it, and then I sort of danced around and hugged the box a lot. But, unlike a pony, I was able to display my new copy of "Atonement" on my mantle. At any rate, if a guest HAD shown up with a pony for my birthday, I would have ridden it around.

Everybody knows every horse is REALLY named "Cinnamon," but humans will inevitably try and personify the creature somehow by giving it a people name. This minature pony’s people name is "Li’l Ruby Saddle"and everyone calls her that, unless you are talking to her little pony friends "Cinnamon" and "Cinnamon," who refer to her as "Cinnamon."

I once met a minature person at the fair. I really did. Can you believe such a thing happened? There was a barker and everything. And she wasn’t a little person she described herself as a minature person. And she WAS very very tiny. She was about 2'5" tall and my dad and I went to talk to her in this weird tent on the Midway and she was standing on a box next to her itsy bitty rocking chair and she told us all about her life and it was all very bizarre. She gave me a post card.

One other time at the fair I met Fat Albert. AND there used to be a Butter Cow, but I think it melted or something. .

Day #9

Welcome to the world "Lois Pambley!" Someday in the future you will get braces and teeth whitening, your hair will receive extensive extensions, you'll be persuaded to get lasik surgery and stop wearing your glasses, and you'll eat lettuce for a month because Brad is coming to visit.

But until then, you are beautiful! Keep playing with worms and writing stories about dragon people and talking to "The Snod" who you are convinced lives in the bush in front of your house and missing the bus at least three times a week and making goals for the other team and dreaming of being a forensic pathologist when you grow up because you like horror movies. Just keep doing that. Because you are like, rad. Don't get any ideas, this post is only semi-autobiographical.