Socializing

For someone who doesn't talk much, I continue to be the life of every party.  Had a party yesterday and people couldn't keep their hands off of me.  Had a party tonight, people couldn't stop whispering in my ear and telling me sweet nothings.

"Ahhh, Taylor you're so cute..."

"Ahhh, Tay, you're the best..."

"Ahhh, TTT, shmooopy shmooopy schmooo..."

"Ahhh, Taylor, I just want to eat you up..."

"Ahhh, Tay Tay, b-shzzzzzzzz-boooo..."

"Ahhh, Taylor, dooo budshzzzz szchooo szchoooo..."

I mean, people...I am so darn cute but you should hear yourself and the way you act around me.  I'm going to start video'ing you all so you can see how childish YOU are all being.  I love it, but I thought grown ups acted, just that.  

Met my the Thompson side of my last name today.  Special people and I am lucky to have them come visit me in Toronto for a while.  

The man in the red suit...

This day is all about the man in the red suit...I guess.  To me, it was just another day for me which translates to shuttin 'er down for about 20 out of 24 hours.  Even though I slept through the day and didn't pay attention to any gift given to me for which I appologize, I do appreciate Santa swing'in by the house and dropping some gifts off for my cousins.  

A few things I need clarification on:

• How did a fat man fit down that impossibly small chimney on St. Clements?
• I am pretty sure I saw dad eating the cookies and spitting out the carrots and dumping out the milk, so why did people tell Michel that Santa's reindeers ate it? 
• How can Uncle Phil sleep longer than me?  
• Why do people give me clothes that are way too big for me?  Has anyone seen that I need clothes that fit NOW since I am so lickle!

After a scary oven fire with the Turkey, a big thanks goes out to Grandma and Grandpa Telfer/Woods for throwing a huge party with my uncles, cousins and the Wright family.  

Merry xmas.  

I'm Sorta Famous

Famous people get their names in the paper.  My name was in the Saturday paper, uh huh beat that.  For those of you who missed it, not sure HOW or WHY you could miss this, but just in the event you had something more important going on I have posted a photo of my name in the paper.  Won't be the last time my name prints, especially if I do end up getting that Goodyear gig.  

Due to high demand following my article, I will be unable to respond to all interview requests especially with numerous holiday commitments already booked.  However, appearance bookings can be made through my publicist.  

Big shout out to my new boyfriend, Oliver and his parents Meredith and Andrew, who also was interviewed for the Saturday Globe and Mail birth notice section.

My Friendly's

Thanks to everyone who has come by to hold me and love me over the past week+.  Merry x-mas to everyone and we'll hopefully see a bunch of you over the holiday

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Please forgive me...

Sorry, so sorry...Sorry, so sorry...Sorry, so sorry...Sorry, so sorry...No really...I'm so sorry.

Because of THIS zzzz stuff, I haven't updated my blog in two days, but how am I supposed to when I sleep all day and can't muscle the energy to wake my tiny bum-bel-ale-o up.  "If am gonna be honest with you" (S

imon Cowell, American Idol Executive Producer) I haven't seen more than 36 hours of sunlight in the past 9 days so everyone should pretty darn lucky that they have been able to read what they have been able to read.  However, my publicist insists I have modeling opportunities available so I have to be more diligent.  He says the Goodyear job is opening up and I have

 a shot at it.  I am a firm believer of bringing home the bacon and supporting the fam.  Tough economy out there folks, gotta seize the opportunity when it presents itself.  Movin' on.    

 

Went to the see the Doc again today, but whatever "I'm not too worried about it, really. I wouldn't worry about it.  Don't worry about it.  I'm not worried at all." (Evan, Superbad)  Doc gave me thumbs up and said I am ready for life and gaining weight like a champ, see you in a month and drink your milk...it does a body good.

My house gets invaded this week with a bunch of new faces - so much fun!

• Cous Andrew
• Cous Michel
• Unc Eric
• Auntie Josee
• Auntie Laura
• Unc Matt
• Unc Matt
• Gramps Thompson
• Grammy Thompson

Hey, can everyone put the vibe out to the man in the red suit with a sleigh that I am here and really would appreciate it if he slipped down my chimney?  

• #1 on my list:  a carribean vacation and clothes small enough to fit lickle me
• #1 on mom's list: a night nurse
• #1 on dad's list: a few more hours of sleep
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Snorting...

I must have lived on a farm in a pig pen in my previous life, just ask mom and dad.  When I get anxious, I just can't contain myself.  My body goes into convulsions and my piglet'ness comes out.  Snort, snort, sniff, sniff and then wa-bammm...my head rocks side to side uncontrollably like I'm rocking out to 'Livin on a Prayer' at a Bon Jovi concert.  Just imagine what my parents think of me, especially when I'm acting like this between 2:00 AM -4:30 AM.  I would change my possessed behavior if I could, but people...when I want something I need to get it and this is my way.  

But but but but but but but...here's the thing.  Even when I do get my way and get more food, I still can't control myself.  Put it this way.  When you're out at a bar having $1 brewski's at happy hour and the bartender tells you it's last call, don't we all drink what we already have uncontrollably and then go buy crazy amounts more just because we don't want to miss the special price?  OR...don't we always overeat at Cheesecake Factory everytime even though we tell ourselves not to just because it's so good and we need to have the desert even though there is no room?  OR...don't we always buy more than we need at a JCrew sale because we're afraid there will never be another sale as good?  OR...isn't it like being at Costco in the ketchup isle and even though you have enough ketchup at home, you buy the enormous two pack of ketchup that could last a normal family 2 years, just because it's Costco and the price is right.  Welcome to my world people.  The things you all want, you go crazy for for no reason.  This is how I feel every couple of hours.  I'll change someday, but just let me be who I want to be.  I'm only 7 days old - happy 1 week birthday to me.  

I'm a Big Girl Now...

I sleep and...I sleep a lot.  Maybe too much, but what else is there too do?  But today I tried something new because I don't really love sleeping anywhere besides in my parents arms.  Why would anyone want to sleep anywhere else?  It's warm, cozy and I get kisses all the time when I sleep in their arms.  But today, I slept in a big girl crib.  Neeeeee-ner-----neeeeee-ner-------neeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ner (for about 45 minutes and then I was bored).

I'm actually sleeping right now in my "leather reclining chair" and my publicist is writing this entry on my behalf.  I gave him permission to write as long as he accurately portrayed my day.

I had a few friends swing by in the snowstorm today - Knoxburger and Lex.  They pretty much looked like snowmen when they walked into my pad.  Thanks for swinging by auntie's and please say thanks to Penny and George (kitten 1 and kitten 2) for the gift that is under my Christmas tree.  Can't wait to open it in a few days.  

I get a bath tonight - booo yah.  

Agenda for the rest of the evening:  sleep, eat, change diaper, bath, sleep, eat, change diaper, sleep, listen to The Devil Wears Prada...new day.

I'm lovin' it.