Wednesday Wist on Tuesday. . . . The music shuffle.. . . . . am I crazy?

OK, I tossed a bunch of albums into a playlist and hit random while I worked on what I do best. . . filling a diaper and being cute and this is what followed.
Otis Redding singing "I've been loving you too long" to which I thought "Ohh I love Otis" and then went into a jag of Animal House --- Otis. . . . Otis loves me, Can we dance wif yo dates, and several other John Belushi films and one liners (I especially like the Samuri and Bumble Bee from SNL). Which brought me to the Pixies "Hey" and how I saw them on Austin City Limits not too long ago (yes they still do that show) and how the lead singer looks nothing like I would have pictured him. . . . fat bald and ugly as opposed to my idea of tall dark and brooding. There go all my preconceived notions about talent and attractiveness. Which then put me into Southern Culture on the Skids and "Eight Piece Box" which resulted in another jag of --- Baby. . . . you make me wanna walk. . . . like a camel, are you gonna eat that there snack cracker, all I want is just one more oatmeal cream pie, Little Debbie Little Debbie I'm a comin on home girl. And as I now have a huge craving for fried chicken (from eight piece box) Tom petty is singing about "An American Girl" who I wonder if she can and will cook me some chicken. Followed by "I have lost it, I am completely insane, but if I know it, how insane can I really be? While I try and figure out if I have completely lost my mind, Etta James is telling me to "Tell Mama" which is exactly what I am going to do. Bye.
Have I lost it, or is this how everyone's mind works?

Bama takes a beating from hated arch-rival Auburn

Forget my previous post about being happy and positive. My beloved Crimson Tide received the worst beating of my life on Saturday. I will not repeat the score because it is too painful. Suffice it to say, it was not pretty. We were outplayed in pretty much every facet of the game. While I love many Auburn fans (my Gwanny is one of the demented). . . . I hate Auburn. Now that that is out of my system, I will return you to the regularly scheduled happy baby Lola.
What about that post title, huh? I think I may want to grow up and be a sports journalist, maybe an "on Air personality" on ESPN or a sideline reporter. Tell it like it is, go for the tough questions, get the scoops. . . . sounds fun. Plus, guys like a gal who knows a little about sports. But Mommy and Daddy say I can't start thinking about boys for a long long long long long long long (need a breath) long long long time. So I may change my mind. Besides, it is a while before I have to start to worry about a career and I may decide to be a Princess or Doctor or Pilot or Dora the Explorer. No commitments at this time. I'll keep my options and mind open.

What color will my eyes be when they change from blue?

Your Eyes Should Be Hazel

Your eyes reflect: Intellect and sensuality What's hidden behind your eyes: Subtle manipulation

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

I currently have blue eyes "the color of the sea after a storm" as Buttercup would say. I love this color, but I have been told that my eyes may change color as I get a little older. Something about the pigments in baby eyes not being fully developed until up to 6 months. I don't really understand it all. I don't want my eyes to change color. I think my hair is going to be reddish (maybe brown with red highlights built in) so green eyes would be cool. But I may be blonde with reddish highlights, so blue would be best. I don't know, but they have to be some color. So I took this little test to see what color my eyes should be according to this questionaire thingy. Sounds like a bunch of hooey if you ask me, but I digress. I could do hazel. What eye color do you like best, and what are your eyes? Possibility for HNT? Just a suggestion. I am too young for HNT so I will not be participating. But I post HN half of the time anyway, so I am ahead of the game I guess.

Happiness is only a smile away

I have decided that I will be a positive person. I thought about being dark and brooding but that just doesn't work for me. It is much more fun to be happy and cute, so that is my goal. I think far too many people get caught up in stress and drama and it affects their point of view. Now don't get me wrong, I will be moody and cranky from time to time (especially if I have an exceptionally foul or wet diaper). I also don't want to live life with blinders on, so I will not always be just bubbling over with happiness either. Though most of the time I'll do my best.
My goal is to always look at the sunny side of life. My Daddy says' "It could always be worse" which I think is an apt description. It could always be better too, but that is looking at it from a negative light and I will not do that. I want to be the person that other people like to be around because I make them feel better about things. Not that I want to be everyone's shoulder to cry on (I have little shoulders and that can be monotonous) , but I want everyone to know what I am going through and to see me being positive and happy in spite of the troubles in my life (because I know they are out there waiting for me) as an example. Then maybe they can see how I react to things and possibly be the same way, happy and positive. That is my goal anyway, I'll keep you updated on how that is working out for me.

I am far too emotionally attached to Bama football

I'm heartbroken. . . . my team, my beloved Alabama Crimson Tide has lost the first game of my lifetime. A heartwrenching loss in overtime to the LSU tigers that ended our shot at an undefeated season and all hopes of a shot at the National championship. I wept uncontrollably and inconsolably after the game. But such is life (as I am beginning to learn) and so I must go on and look to next week and the severe beat-down we are going to put on Auburn.
To all the Auburn fans out there, my condolences on your (upcoming) loss. I know how it feels. . . . awful. But better you than me right. Roll Tide!!

Hot tamale' . . . . I am such a hottie

This is me for Halloween. I was a chile pepper. It was pretty fun. I did the fall festival at church instead of door to door trick treating. I can't really ask for candy very well and my tricks pretty much are limited to what I put in the diaper. I get all of my candy second hand through nursing. I especially like the miniature heath bars. . . . yummy! Daddy was dressed as Clint Eastwood in Hang em High. . . . the old west sherriff out for revenge (complete with battery powered six shooter) and Mommy was dressed as a Mommy from the old west (westernish shirt and boots).

Can we talk. . . .

I am trying to learn the language of adults. I know that right now I am only learning speech patterns and rythms so right now the words don't mean that much to me (I know what your saying though. . . . I may be brilliant, we just have to wait and see) Anyhooo, My question is whether or not nicknames are a good thing. Names in general too, and what signifigance if any does your name/nickname have in your development as a person? I have about twenty or so at the moment.
1. Pinky (by Gwanny and Maimey [Amy] -- cause I was as little as a pinky when I was born) 2. Lil'bitty, Itty-Bitty or just Bitty (coined because my Daddy would sing Alan Jackson's Little Bitty to me when I'd cry, y'know "It's alright to be little bitty, from a little ol' town or a great big city")
3. Chicken or Chicken Hair (because it sticks up like a rooster's -- but rooster is not very girly)
4. Tinker, Stinker, Stinky, Tinky and Tinky Tinkerton (I occassionally have smelly diapers, and um. . . I'm a little gassy sometimes . . . ok, always -- I'm so embarrassed)
5. Piddy, Piggy, Porky (I apparrently eat like a little pig)
6. Barracuda (see #5 comment)
7. Any form or deformation of Lola that you can imagine and still stay rated-G.

And there are innumerable variations and short lived nicknames that I won't go into. My point (finally) is that how am I supposed to develop my own identity with 50 different names. And while I'm at it, how much does my name matter in my personality? The name books all say weird stuff about what names mean and how they contribute to the way other people view you etc etc. Don't deny it, any woman you meet named Bambi is immediately going into the "airhead" grouping and will find it very hard to escape that stereotype. So what is a girl supposed to do, can I lobby for a nickname that says something cool about who I want to be or is it all academic? Will I get labeled and stereotyped no matter what my name is? And if I fight to maintain my individuality will I be ridiculed and scorned or should I give up all hope of individuality and join the sheep and lemmings?
I like the idea of a single name. But I don't know which one I like best. Maybe two would be ok.

Another Ophelia by Waterhouse

I have decided to include a weekly or biweekly, or whenever I remember to do it "Arts" posting. Somtimes it will be a painting that speaks to me or a song or piece of literature. Just something that has touched me and increased my intellectual side. If I can figure out how to have a song play I will include it in any posts about music. I hope this enriches your days and I would really appreciate any comments about the said art/music/book so I can expand my mind. I am after all a fairly blank canvas right now. This is Ophelia (again) by J.W. Waterhouse. I know it is not the same person as in the previous Ophelia, but it is the same name so maybe she wasn't a real person but just simply more of a conceptual beauty that Waterhouse had to paint. A Muse perhaps? This one speaks of peace and serenity with just a hint of longing. Maybe her love is away and soon to return or just left. Maybe she is just fantasizing about her true love. Maybe she was struck in the head by a meteorite and is slowly passing into the next realm in this grassy sward. (sorry, that is a little morbid) I tend to go with the fantasizing idea. You?

Love hate relationship with bath time

I have to say, I am a big fan of bath time (for the most part). I love the feeling of being suspended in the nice warm water and the super soft cloth with soapy goodness gently washing away the days stresses and spit up residue. I do sooo love the warm from the dryer towels that Mommy and Daddy us to dry me off with. Then I get to wear a nice clean sleeper (footy pajamas) also warm from the dryer and then get to nurse before going to bed for the night. Which I am sleeping through now (for almost 6 hours) for the most part.

I am not, however, a fan of getting my hair or face washed. I know it is unreasonable and I have to do it, but I don't like it. I just don't like anything covering my head or face. I don't like my hair dried either. Weirds me out something fierce. Touch and rub my little head all you want, I love it and it puts me right to sleep. Don't wash it and dry it though or I'll scream like a banshee.

Toothache

I am still cranky. . . .though Mommy and Daddy don't think it is because of the shots I got last Friday. They think I might be getting my 1st tooth. I think I'll get it capped with gold. . . . no platinum. Yea, Baby smiles Gansta style! Would that be over the top? I mean, I want to stay current and all, but I don't want to over do it. Since hip hop has taken over the planet as we know it, I will be the "hipest" baby in the hood. All I would need is a cool tattoo then.

Syke (remember that oldie) No tats for me, Daddy says when I'm old enough to pay for it and get it myself then It's up to me. But if I get one before 18 he is going to make me lazer it off. So I think I'll wait on any tattoos. Plus the whole metal teeth thing is just creepy.

Correction to my earlier correction.

I posted a erroneous correction. The original site that I posted the Little Prince is still good to go. So, please disregard my previous post about the Death of the Online Little Prince and immediately after reading this (and maybe posting a comment) go read the Little Prince or at least start it and then come back and let me know that you have read some of the best book ever! http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/frames.html
OK, why are you still here? It is a great matter of consequense to all who read this to go to the site listed and read the story. If you sit down to read it, you can do the whole book in about 1/2 an hour.The fate of Humanity lies in the pages of this book (or screens if online), so you must go and check it out. Have to. . . . get off my blog and go look at it now. . . . . well, go already!