Gil Scott Heron - "B" Movie (FULL VERSION)

Sesame Street: Andrea Bocelli's Lullabye To Elmo

Andrea Maria Monica Blackwell  and none of those names, in FACT, start with an "N"

But can a sistah get a dental plan?
And the Survey says...."NO"

Because I'm a "nigger"

even to my own family who sold me that Ayn Rand shit via a stepmonster from Hackensack, NJ

Who says I deserved it because she was treated that way.
NO, I'm pretty sure she wasn't.

At my age, she was riding my FATHER to her comfort zone in ANOTHER FREAKING BEDROOM!

since the 1970 when I asked him to send her back because I liked Olga better!  I wanted to learn her languages and wanted her to do my hair WET like she knew how from GUATEMALA and she is Japanese, married and I hope doing wonderfully in California somewhere.
I only remember her first name was "Olga" but it came out, "Awga" and I'm sorry about that.  I was 5 when she suddenly disappeared with none if any "good-byes".  For all I knew, she went to visit Mother who I was still waiting for.... hypocrisy was all around me, I never understood death or the fear of it.....I just knew I wasn't wrong to think it was stupid to be afraid of a 2 year old, holding up a peace sign.....with TWO messages at the dinner table.  We were the first family of color in Levittown@Belair, pronounced, B'lair and Bowie was pronounced, "Buoy" because we were 2 hours from the ocean.  oops, I mean 3 hours.  (Ironmoccasin in the family)

The Muppet Show - S5 E10 P1/3 - Jean-Pierre Rampal

I have my OWN name, Ron Paul
It's NOT "Andi" is ANDREA and Not Botticcelli....clueless

I forgot where this was for....BLAST!

 

Sorry to dissapoint, but ur not pissing me off.

 I thought I posted this....ah well.  browser crash...
It was in the draft bin, so....

I'm still not satisfied with my voice, and have dumped copious sound bits of me saying things and singing, ....  stuff that's not really for public consumption.  IRL, I don't talk much, but I sing quite a bit.  My voice is fine for cars, showers and my pitch is fine, I might vocaloid just to get it out there for someone else to remix.
For instance, my cousin did a song and I want to play with it and shoot it back at him to see what he thinks.  I'm interested in learning how to mix, not actually in what I do myself.  That's just me wanting to put it together a really beefy OAR for art therapy.
Anyway, while someone was busy trying to impress me with shit I have no use for, I saw this clip of Bill Maher....and pressed "record" while I listened to it.
I think I can put my left contact lens back in tomorrow.
So, here's what happened while listening to Bill rip on a school Dad actually put on my list of what turned out to be,
A complete waste of time.
So..  here's the track and I'll find the link of the video I was ROFL'n at.
https://soundcloud.com/andrea-blackwell/laughing-at-bill-maher

Laughter is truly the best medicine and I rarely share stuff I'm not laughing at when I think about it.



People think I'm angry because I type hard or something.
The fact of the OSI model is that it is more than just a tool for IEEE architecture.  Before the OSI model, there were the Three Laws of Robotics.
There is a different OSI model for the backbone the internet sits.

Look it up, it gives me a headache but I was raised by the source code of it's philosophical wisdom that started with Dad who was a DATA systems analyst which in his day meant
he was a machine language nerd...  a programmer.
I'm a NETWORK systems analyst and add engineer for my avionics and 3D architect as a virtual world builder.
Think 3D website.

The truth is, I am not even supposed to worry about students who aren't up to my Jr. High education.  It's not my place to dig up what I grew up on for some ego trip's amusement.  Someone demanded I explain the Baha'i. 
I won't do that either.  That's taboo by members and ridiculous for someone who only listened to months of what he was allowed to share with me.
There's no way I was going to break a vow for an asshat with no mental capacity or discipline to do his own homework as I did.   His collosal ego rejected everything for dirt, and the mere mention of the name Jesus was a sound of utter revulsion as he convinced me to leave what little I have to follow him and be equal on a farm with his "family".  And was angry when he did the exact thing Colbert did with, "No, I don't see race!"
Better LOOK and look close because I am NOT at all impressed with some guy who thinks he's some big savior to me....not with all that aggressive ignorance was an actual bare bones bigotry, rejecting anything I said that he didn't understand.  Never try to enlighten a person by dragging them to a dark, ignorant place.  And what he was describing was as close to slavery as one could get.
We already did the homesteading, how dare some ignorant fool tell me he knows better!  I have a long legacy of intellectuals on both sides, and maybe if he had a clue, he would research the records, find out who HE is, before presuming to tell me who I already know I am.


I'm not a master of the Dao, I grew up on a Bible called "The Way" where we discussed openly the idea that Jesus was like a Levittowners we were, outside the District of Columbia
and Jerusalem was like the burbs of Cairo. 
In school, we were also permitted in 7th grade to consider OBJECTIVELY, that he'd learned a lot off the silk road...including Buddhism....of which I am not a master. 
Tho I am mistaken for a Buddhist, I'm only a Reiki master.
Don't ask me to teach what I am not worthy of teaching or expect to force it out of me to justify how much you know more than me of something I already said, I will NOT teach. 
So, while I was dismissing the fool yanking my skirt for a cookie, this video came up and I decided to record what my mood actually was at the time of my being so egotistical or whatever he was about to BS next. 
I only offered a cartoon correcting a comment and someone wanted to make a big whoop about it.
I decided on making a lafftrack for the next person who thinks I'm pissed off at their attempts at sucking on energies running on a different frequency.
They expect me to act virtuous when I'm being righteous.
yeah, it doesn't work that way.
I'm a warrior woman, a veteran of the USNavy, and as long as I can do , I will do.
When I've done all I can to my satisfaction, I will consider the next level of existence that serves the Tao.
When Tao speaks, I listen.
Meanwhile, take it up with Laozi

It's the End of the World As We Know it by R.E.M (Lyrics on Screen)

That's funny, wasn't it the end of the world when 1984 happened in 1984?
This was the theme song for my Periscope Down version of the DADT Navy.
I was married and freedom friendly, and the other un-mainstreamables called me "family".


And
they were there for me when the Navy weren't pleased when I was
expecting when my ex went out to sea.  The Forrestfire burned and
delayed his deployment and he was glowing on a southern beach in France or Egypt
when I gave him the good news.
He joked about how no civilian clothes
helped disguise the gleaming white sailors walking down the beach.  He felt more
nakie than the sunbathers.
But this was our general attitude when we learned of the BIG lie that was Desert Shield/Storm.
But more so after I lost the baby.

They knew he was gone and harassed me and would NOT prove that horrid smelling black tar goop was safe for pregnant women to work around. 

I found out it was NOT something I should have been subject to and they did it on purpose because someone ELSE did the maintenance and didn't finish the job water proofing with the sealant  nauseating that was putrid even if you weren't preggers.

and NO, the motorcycle didn't cause a miscarriage!  NDN women road HORSES, but they didn't lug around heavy tool boxes! 

 And no, she who sold yourself out....I don't care if you went bowling while pregnant, it's tacky to show the birth video at a party AND your ball didn't weight upwards of 25 pounds, you ridiculous twit!

And I don't care how much you got pregnant to let you marry your boyfriend, if your MOTHER is raising your child, SHE's the woman, not YOU.  (and there WERE kings and queens in Africa just like Coming to America)

So much electronics, yet dumb as a k-nob.

"That's so fakey, there's no such thing as kings and queens in AFRICA!"

 I was long past sick of tolerating such intolerance, when we had a really cool gig!


There
was no SOP for dealing with things that weren't issued in our seabags,
and my only outlet was a priest, who was indifferent as the supervisors,
one of whom had a wife 6 months along.  HE KNEW BETTER!

They
were not pleased when the indifference to my family was met with as much
indifference towards their pathetic mission to destroy my legacy....a
GS15 Step D called "Dad".
I didn't know he was such a high ranking
"sir" until those asshats made a big deal about his security clearance. 
It was kind of stupid since I hadn't any myself....as they should have
as I found out later.  A security clearance for a P-3 Orion sub-chaser,
would have helped my civilian career.  An aviation anti-submarine
warfare technician in the Navy, worked on ALL the black boxes on those
birds.
But they thought it was funny to test me to the point where I
called Dad to see if he could see what I was up to.  The man was still
in the NSA dungeon, so that backfired and they're probably on a list
somewhere for killing my unborn child.
That was 1990 and no, one does not just GET the hell OVER IT!

The truth about SPAM and fry bread

I've never seen this method before, but it's been a really long time!

When the Hollywood, Florida powwow left, I learned how to make fry bread on Powwows dot com and AOL's Native American Chat room!
And
since SPAM was upscale from commods, the real stuff was considered
posh.  We laughed when the SPAMburger came out and I used it instead of
the sausage they had at the fair. 
It was SOOOO good we buzzed about variations...  some like a little sugar in the dough.
Then I went on a mission..
I took a load to L5P in a Georgia chili contest/cornbread contest and they loved it.
But
by then, we were getting harassed by SNERTs in the metaphysical chat
room, telling us it was evil to talk about String Theory and Celestine
Prophecy in the dial-up days.




When people came in complaining
about our talks about Great Spirit, or whatever, I got the SPAM sketch
from the BBS boards and blasted them out of the room with the Aohell
browser.
Otherwise, you couldn't paste that much in a chat window. 



SPAM and Frybread became a formidable weapon!

Our jobs were a crushing bore, but we weren't dead yet.

And this is how we dealt with the boring task at hand.

Without diversions, they knew we'd burn out fast.  When the suits were gone and we had hours to go, we took the day out on Barn Doom to work it off before dragging it home.

Elmer Radd's Cotton Club Orchestra

Elmer Radd raised our Uncle Buster, but I don't know who was in the group yet.  I think there might have been some cousins playing in the group, but let me get the links here and figure when I get back in touch with Lexington.

http://www.americanradiohistory.com/Archive-Radio-Digest/Radio-Digest-1926-03-06.pdf



Uncle Buster was raised by the son of the band owner.
Waiting on details ..... but social networking is bringing my family together in a wonderful way.
I've seen families divided on this hair comb issue in Maryland.
We have a different legacy on the homestead and the oral traditions...sharing stories...  reconnecting....  healing old wounds and some misunderstandings.
The Seals family had each other all their lives, but I've missed them terribly since Mother passed.  She had a cousin stationed at Andrews AFB, and that's all I knew of her folks besides Grandma.
Some of them met me once on a skateboard in Higginsville.  I remembered the purple house and that road as soon as I saw it.
To my chagrin, they thought I was a boy and introduced me to a little girl who had developed a crush!
There was no evidence I was about 13 years old to my satisfaction, but I thought the perm had that bit covered!  I'd never seen a man of color with his hair permed except for the godfather of soul and Al Sharpton!  That threw me for a bit and I only remembered the grown ups, Great Aunt Nadine, Great Uncle Emanuel and maybe cousin Tootie.  I didn't meet George until I was about 20, but his voice was oddly familiar!  I guess I heard his big bear voice when Mother was expecting.  The Bears had already snagged him from the 'Skins by the time I was born.  ayyy... 
Since we can't talk about it.  And he never will.  The family is left to speculate why a Black/Choctaw/Irish man would walk off a football field, during the civil rights movement in 1964 around the time he was raising a fist next to Jessie....saying "I AM, SOMEBODY"!
I'll take a guess....
The REDSKINS SUCKED and he came out to Levittown to do something useful.  He had a choice, carrying a lousy football team, or help his country assed cousins, set up the new house and goof around with his little boomer cousins.
It wasn't Dad who told the Washington Post.
We were already marked for driving while black with Dad's DoD sticker!  He wasn't talking, but George was a little hard to miss!
6'3" Teddy Bear with a big booming laugh....a lot like Dad.

Ulali - Rattle Songs.wmv

Ulali - Rattle Songs.wmv



Oh yeah....that's the stuff!
I wore out every copy I had!  
It was like growing up in '98, my baby was 7 and the buzz was high on

powwows.com and AOL chat rooms.


I highly recommend this music as soon as that stick turns. 
Had I known,
I'd have been a cradleboard beading,
frybread makin',
Ulali singing fool.
It would have been nice to know this rattle music back then.









Maybe I'll find those pictures I took with that Mavica someday.



I didn't appreciate the crap I got when I was trying to set up the back yard as I wanted it.

tipi, koi pond, sweat lodge, two dogs and a kid

simple.



Yeah, well....not while freedom envy persists.

Before they ripped up the trees around the fenceline, nobody could even see it from the street or from most sides, as if.

I'm sure they had a big picnic 4 years later when the house finally sold for a 50K markup.



some very nice neighbors, and some of the worst racists who thought they knew the meaning of the word,"bigotry.



For instance.

I come home and see my daughter playing with the boxers, headed up the street.

After the usual interrogation, she completely brainfarts something for a few weeks.

As it turns out, the dogs had been getting out and the neighborhood watch (RWNJ pastor's wife ) was telling my kid to get the dogs.....I was not informed.

Meanwhile, her cat thinks ALL of the gardens in the neighborhood are his personal catbox.

and my dogs evil because they'd snack on the cat's food

while I didn't know about the hole in the fence.



For, I still don't know how long, I didn't realize that every time my kid was out with the dogs, she was retrieving them from having snuck out.

Otherwise, they were in the back yard  yelping because they'd jumped over the electric fence to get to the tipi to ignore the deer hide and chew on the tipi's leather!



They knew not to be caught chewing on the sweat lodge, but that electric fence was useless.

.....



yeah, I'll get back to motherhood and clip the neighborhood buzy-body society later.

My mind went to it after knee-jerking the news about that jackass who supports the freedom to post a ginormous rebel flag at the ONLY entrance to Wilton Manors in Cobb County in Ackworth.



My tipi was weird, but that HUGE rebel flag after being on the phone all day with the misogynistic, overpaid nerds I had to support all day....  and then the long list of demands from what men there expect from their womenfolk...  ah, you make too much/ not enough money...

Then they sold the gig, then the garage while I was bursting an appendix in 'Darko.

trying to recover!

*facepalm*



Things were looking almost like I was going to catch up in '98.

for a contract to EDS after Ross Perot sold it.

ugh.....what a drag

These songs were as uplifting to me, but probably an ear-burn to those in ear shot.

Somehow, my daughter thinks I have a nice voice.

I've been listening.....  it's gotta be a mother-daughter thing

.....cuz....dayamn!



There was a great deal of controversy for having women at the drum.

My personal opinions are contrary to tradition, so when I asked about it,

the right thing to do was stand aside when I was in Kiowa country.



I've been in touch with my NDN-way sisters.



I may need to scan the Kiowa newsletter.  I'll try it later and see

Rubio Marcos and Ted Cruz = worst immigrants EV-ER

secularhumanist2:

yay, ‘Murika!!1

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Oh good grief!
Rubio Marcos and Ted Cruz are probably the very worst examples of immigration, I've ever seen!

I divorced better... even if you go back to SPAIN, I kicked his ass in England and we could do that shit all the way back to the battle of freakin' Hastings.  It's a running joke on where they'll go AFTER they're done jacking up Miami.
And no, it's not like that.  I have GREAT respect for the women in his family, even when they're in the wrong.  I knew why things came off the way HE TOLD THEM they went off.
He lied, it was wrong, and I don't care how GTOP he goes with it, I am not done rectifying the character assassination of Nobody N. Particular.

Oh, if anyone knows anything about the Anglo-Saxon Lexington Blackwell's of 1066....splat it right here...  por favor. 
I'm not sure which crest to look at, the Lion or the Greyhound I guess it's between Durham and Lexington-Oxford.
It's going to be fun because I've already sharpened my claws on Trump.  The King George types pulled a "Boris" out of their ass and he's like an albino version of that little bitch. 
He seemed to have started out alright.... 
not new.

Just look at this mess!  
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Johnson
I wouldn't be blood to some other folks in the family, but if we hit "Moor", I'm having a great time either way!
As far as net neutrality, I had an interesting conversation with a firm called Husch-Blackwell.  I was hoping to meet my uncle, but...  they think he's passed and I still haven't found a photo of him to see what side of the fence he's on, but the folks at the Lexington Historical society were shocked to know a "Real Blackwell" was still breathing.
The funny thing is that someone from the firm wrote about the problem getting good help these days and I really don't know how to respond to that....without letting loose the kraken of one who's been overqualified since about Y2K.  The bitchwork I was doing before I got laid off wasn't near as interesting as the one that ended my contract before.  They found a guy more suitable for the position and about two weeks after he accepted the gig, we had ourselves a laugh the CEO will NEVER understand on his best day.
When I met him, after not getting the job I'd been doing for months, he understood to stand by for about 2 weeks before we talked about the jacked up situation at hand.
When I interviewed for the permanent gig, with one of those CEOs that think they know what's better for you than what your obvious plans for something completely different....
There was a point when I knew he had no intention of following through like a real man would.  So I asked, what was I lacking in order to actually qualify for the position I was pursuing,
It was my favorite thing to do, I liked the employees, I was proficient doing my own work as well as the load of the actual systems manager and the MSCE cert who never showed up on time and actually showed up on a Friday just to turn in a bogus time sheet.  He pulled a snowden and they finally got rid of him after knowing full well, I was pulling the load.
So...  though I generally maintain good eye to eye contact, that question momentarily dropped my gaze to around his belt buckle and he turned his back to me and looked out the window.
While I was doing my job, it is KNOWN that IT is not to blame for what falls under the eye.....like an email saying..  
"Andrea's cute and she works hard"
....  Oh?
rly?
And suggest that I might be happier at ATT or HP?  ....where I ended up having already declined a previous offer.  What part of EDS did this moron not see on my resume? 
Yes, I enjoyed color coding the printer servers in day-glow purple...  that's how it's freakin' DONE when one has the option and do NOT fuck with my switch,
"I don't give a fuzzy rat's ass who's sharpie wrote 'ENG' on it..." 
And it took a long time to earn the respect that let me scold them like that!
And laugh about it right then.
I got one guy to help out, and most of his day was spent with Jr. wanabe beatbox NOT getting over himself or being much help to anybody but himself.  The kid idolized him, so his ego went THATTA way.. 

Morgan Freeman played a Moor and I saw James Earl Jones play Othello.  So I'm freakin' loving where the genealogy goes.
And if I miss and hit a "Life of Brian" situation, it would be an even bigger last laugh.
Besides beating his behind in a game of Joust, I'm networking to see if I can get a student in Xanadu to do an interview about our so-called "legacies". 

And here's my rant about all those jacked up sorries
 it's just a voice test while testing my studio...  I'm working with the mic position settings ...  that micro tweak crap I hate with a purple passion...  anyway..

I'm drawing from some talent in the family.  It's been a really hard transition and this work keeps my mind distracted from the discomforts of wear and tear..   It seems I'm doing OK because someone who hadn't seen me in a few months regarded me as something that had resurrected from a near death state.  I got here tired and getting settled into this apartment has been the worst move ev-er in the history of me!
This play is by a niece of my Hackensackonian stepmother.
We made do after Mother passed by making the best of a tragic loss that kicked Dad into a pit no human should be expected to just get over. 
A brain like that has few choices when faced with such an amputation to the soul. 
When I as kicking my sociopath to the curb, Dad and I had a few long LONG talks about it.
By the time I'd studied my siblings for the duration,
At 2, my sister's best friend white flighted away and my first shock was learning
people were afraid of me, a two year old.  I was shocked! 
I held up two fingers, which was the cool thing to do in 1967 (peace)
I probably noticed someone saying, "Peace, cool it"
and someone would shut up.

I was 3 when Mother passed, her record says 1/2/1969
I was 6/20/65 and people do weirdness when they do the math on that.
Have at it.  I can't finance a potato chip anyways.
Ah, the simple freedoms of being completely fucked.
5 at Dad's wedding
Jon-Jon went to a different elementary school after kindergarten.
He remembers my telling the class of my nightmare of how Mother passed.
A medical mistake at GW Hospital..
probably an unnecessary DNC after another 1st trimester miscarriage.
I haven't had my chart read in a long while, might as well put it here and see if
anybody could advise me of what's up for me this year....
I'm a Snake on the Chinese calender and this is supposed to be a banner year.
It said last year was the pits.
There's a no-shitter for both cheeks,
Thanks for the memories.

This is the first time I've ever had my brain to myself,
So compartmentalizing ideas building on the past 30 some-odd years..
has been an issue.
I'm feeling a bit of urgency as the wingnutz wind down the clock on issues that are very important to me. 
Multicultural education (not pimping diversity)
Genealogy
e-commerce
ecology
and did I say, EDUCATION!?!?
and the obvious civil rights madness that pissed off Elizabeth Blackwell who said,
things in much rounder tones than I've been able to manage.
We were not permitted to speak as I do in the practice videos.

6 when she got jealous and fired my nanny, Olga
I forgot when the neighbor's maid left, but that ripped a big hole in my heart.
The family was very understanding when she held me in her lap.
I loved her to pieces.
And their dog, "Flowers" was a hoot!
Most of my rants are for my generation and our kids.
My stories are far to common to be a surprise that some are more motivated by their passions than their wallets.  The Obama family is what we could have been had Mother survived.
A good way to piss me off is to tell me that anyone in her place is the same thing after losing her so young.
Well, I was taught from a very young age that we never really forget anything, or anyone and the trick is to locate it.  I remember events and their impact on me, what I learned and it usually pings harder when it's a hypocrisy I'm observing.
When I finally started to settle in my she-ra cave....stuff started breaking down..  Mercury did a number on some of my gear.
I was always fascinated by miniatures
 that marvelous Cinderella castle (a pair of glass slippers sitting on the head of a pin)
The miniature model of the Loop in Chicago,
 I couldn't put together one of those model Piper-cub kits, and I made a mess of that model DeLorean for being clumsy with the glue.  (cheep, cheep, cheep) supplies.. 
And then threw it at some kid and broke it..around '75.
I wasn't a bookworm, per say.  If I played coy enough, I could get 5$ per book out of that wallet, damned Skippy.
I was one of a gajillion kids who built a moon base out of Legg's eggs...of all the packaging genius to dump.  Fat Albert had a junk yard to scavenge...geee-whizzzz....
village, cutaways, landrover,  in the Smithsonian.
Eyeballing stuff and building things was my brother's thing. 
Dad and I weren't so capable.  He was so Huxtable on that point.
I didn't see any reason to go to the mattresses over what little came out of that mudroom.
I had a messy room.  He made a toybox.
He and a neighbor made a new bedroom in the house, but they got real builders to do "The addition"
He loved "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" as well.
I didn't get to that until I was grown.
Dad had me reading Homer, 1984, Brave New World, Isaac Asimov, didn't make it through Dianetics but wonder what that thetan test is about........


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

[HD] The Beatles - I'm Only Sleeping - Lyrics

I'm a 2nd shift person.  I don't even know why I'm awake at this ungodly hour.
It's freakin' 7:30am and I can't put my contact lens back in my left eye, anyway!
When the "hyperactive" kids were bored, bouncing off the school walls,
my mind was already out to play....you know the kid that stared out the window most of the day? 
Hi there.
IF the substitute teacher was teaching the others how to count on their toes,
AND it was not a good time to risk getting caught with that Mad Magazine....
THEN I was thinking about a good game to play for recess.
There was nothing wrong with my logic circuits!
Passing notes let us coordinate the who's who and what's what.
After
the lunchtime powwow, we'd made the decision to play it, wait on it or
dump the idea for another day when Jr was over his chicken pox.

What
they call "fibro" or "chronic fatigue", I could track back to the Navy
when many of us noticed weird sleep patterns and NEVER getting any rest
with all that  tron-chasing we did in avionics A-school.  We learned the
equivalent of a EET in 9 months.
Of that rote learning, we used the equivalent of what a master mechanic uses to install a Hemi.
The Beatles nailed it!
Some
of the greatest truths are quite simple.  How can people dispute
Krishnamurti who broke it down so plainly?  It is no measure of (mental)
health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society!

The fix is obvious, but the world will not comply.

I've got a BLISTER on my finger!

I'm trying out different lefty charts to see which are easiest on the eyes.

There are a gajillion You Tube videos to chose from, so at this point, I'm just getting used to NOT playing "Dust in the wind upside down....

or is that backwards? 

 I suppose it has to do with the mobility of my right hand, 

from all those Bach inventions, that I was able to pick it out,

 but my left hand was never really up to it anyways.

Since I never grew out of playing piano flat-handed, who knows how far this will go, but the point is to do it.... and see what happens.  So, I'm picking out charts....

As for the videos, it's quite a lot like learning how to write, without doing that hand hook thing.  I'm actually ambidextrous, and started out writing from the left side of that huge paper to the middle.  From the middle, to the right side, it just seemed logical to switch hands...until my teacher wigged out about it.  No, not really, but I was told to chose one hand and by first grade, I was pretty sure blending in was neither an option....nor a desire.

There are things that make you seem "cool", 

And there are things that make you "YOU".

What's a foundation, if nothing is built on it?

What can be built on a weak foundation?

And what can you really build,

without an axe?

 

Muze Intuitions

Artwork of Veronica M. Estrada

Dad was into Yoga when I thought we were just goofing around, standing on our head, handstands against the wall, frog stands.  Mother probably played Gumby doll with me, so I had fun with mini-me.
Because you have to do baby stretches with a great deal of care, I watched her face carefully.  It was an easy routine to adopt.  Diaper changes were the perfect time for her workouts.
Though kids are tougher than we know, I decided to regard her bones with the strength of a chopstick split in quarters.
I don't remember what the video it was, but it kinda had us playing like her limbs were air plane controls and I was her pilot.
We could hear the jet base from the condo we were renting, so sound fx were part of the fun.
The dates of my enlistment and her birth pinged some interesting dates in politics.
It was from 9-10-87 to 1-17-91 and they called the cease-fire while I was having the c-section.
When Dad showed up, he laughed when I teased him about not really being all that "retired".