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My lips are thin. My eyes are blue.
"Mama, what should I do with my life?" I ask my mother, the teacher.
My mom says, "Do anything, but don't be a teacher."
"Really?"
"Be a hooker. Don't be a teacher."
"O.K."
She says, "Don't get married. Have kids, but don't get married."
My hands are small. My breasts are large.
Last week I was taking it easy, lounging on my bed and reading a book when my husband Jordan came in. Our conversation went as follows:
Jordan: "What did you say?"
Bre: "I didn't say anything."
Jordan: "Yeah, you did. You said something and then I said 'what?' and then you said 'nothing!'"
Bre: "No, I've been sitting here reading, I haven't said a thing."
With the action genre being a little bit hit and miss over the last decade, the film Expendables will remind everyone what a true action movie is all about. We have all recently grown accustom to the more psychological action hero like Jason Bourne with his more laid back incognito type attitude, or the more over the top impossible traits of fantasy superhero or magical protagonists.
The year was 1971, Richard Nixon was president, ‘Attica’ was a chant, The Weather Men blew things up, Alan Shepard hit a golf ball miles on the moon and felt totally cool, and Hamburgers got a helper! Let’s see… We also had the Pentagon Papers, we’re All in the Family and I was a meathead, Woody made us all Bananas, Lennon asked us to Imagine, a fiddler fiddled on a roof, The Vietnam war raged and I was drafted.
It grew
Still she was able to see him
Lying on the other side
Close enough
To sometimes touch
They'd reach across
And hold hands
Till the gusts blew strong
And broke their grip
Each day she'd feel
More rocks crumble beneath her
And fall from the ledge
I was almost asleep when the phone calls started.
"Hello?" I asked. The line would go dead. A minute later, it would ring again.
I could see on the caller ID that it was the woman from upstairs. Her name was Ida Nelly and she weighed over 400 pounds. Sometimes when she walked around, our apartment would shake. Dave and I pretended not to mind. It was the polite thing to do.
"Gran'pa Baltazar, tell us a story! Gran'pa Baltazar tell us a story!" the little ones nagged shrilly, tugging on the old man's tunic.
"Well, alright, my little pigeons, gather around" old Baltazar eyed the small fry affectionately. His four little grand children, all daughter's stock, nestled excitedly at his feet by the fire in the Great Hall.
"What story would you like to hear, my little fishes?"
Elena Beloff, a graduate of the New School University where she had studied film production, wanted to make movies since she was a little girl in her hometown in Tatarstan, Russia. When she was in high school she came to the USA as an exchange student and returned later to pursue her dreams. "Filmmaking is my passion. I chose it because I can communicate my vision, beliefs and love for art through film."
"Another back-to-back mission! What happened to the Regulations' mandated five-minute rest, debrief, re-brief and all that good stuff? I am not a machine, I am a Mzzit, I need rest! And what about all the other squadron pilots, the brown nosers! Yessir, yessir! Have them fly back-to-back missions!"
Torl took a deep breath and relaxed a bit at the bio-controls, sipping refreshing Spank gratefully while programming the bio-zoid to maintain same course at current speed and altitude for two seconds.
Much needed rest. Dangerous but within tolerances of the current situation. Torl shut down most of his eyes tiredly, leaving just a few open to scan the instruments and any dangers ahead. And dangers there were, to be sure, somewhere ahead. In Quadrant ZZX.
