You Can't Say That

So yesterday my blog post was one of my Saturday Morning Cartoons about myself and my manager Mr. Bricks. I finally revealed on my blog a big fat Greek secret I had been keeping for almost 6 months. The secret is that my manager is a former clown.  This morning Mr. Bricks called me super early and said, "You can't say that."

So apparently I am not allowed to talk about the days Mr. Bricks put on grease paint and a wig to make people laugh. Even if I think it is super cool, I can't let on. I had just found out something I can now hold over Mr. Bricks' head to get my way on things.  We all do that to some degree.

It is a trait we all learn from our parents. I remember one hot summer day when I was little and with my mom running errands. She stopped at a local ice cream store so we both could get a cone with a mixed swirl of 1/2 chocolate and 1/2 vanilla soft serve ice cream. I was licking away at the melty frozen treat - probably getting more on my little Greek face than in my pie hole - when my Mom dropped a bombshell. "Ava, you can't say anything about this to your sisters."

Exsqueeze me?  I just had a chocolate and vanilla swirl soft serve ice cream cone and my sisters did not and now you tell me I can't say anything about that? No way. That's not in my little kid deal memo. But I towed the line like any little girl wanting to please their Mom would do, and when I got home my face had been wiped clean and I didn't let on to anyone.

A few days later I wanted to have my friend Patty come over and write a song with me. Patty was a class mate of mine and we both were into writing songs, singing and boys. My mom wasn't to keen on me having Patty come over on a school night and quickly put the kaboosh on our impromptu get together. That's when a mischievous idea popped into my little Greek noggin. I didn't know that mischievous idea had a name until years later. They say the name of my idea was called Blackmail.

Yep, I told my mom that if she did not let Patty come over I was going to tell my sisters that Mom liked me best and that she even took me out for ice cream without them. My mom was smart and knew she had been had. She knew it was not a good idea to get the 5 Aston girls all riled up before bed time. So needless to say Patty and I had a great time writing songs (about boys) that night.

So, ok Mr. Bricks I will play your silly reindeer games. My lips are sealed (for now) about you being a former clown with Ringling Bros. Sometimes silence is not only golden, but also very valuable.

What's the biggest secret you have ever kept for a friend only to use it later for your gain? Please, do not make any serial murder confessions here because I won't keep your secret.

Blessings,

Ava

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Why I might end up on Dateline NBC

Happy Saturday Friends!

My manager Mr. Bricks is trying to grab the headlines away from Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan with what he reveals in todays cartoon. This is the animated video the whole internet is talking about. Watch it and find out what is Mr. Bricks' deep dark secret really is.

Blessings,

Ava

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Terms of Endearment

Remember the old movie from way back when with Shirley MacLaine, Jack Nicholson and Debra Winger? The premise was about the relationship between a mother and daughter. It won 5 Academy Awards, the acting was top-notch. the writing was superb and it was just an all-around great flick.



I recently saw the movie again and it made me start thinking about all of the relationships in my life and how sometimes people so different can still get along. And since I get so many comments and so much email about this, let me address my relationship with my manager Mr. Bricks.



For those Enquiring Minds who want to know when I mention I have a sweetie in some of my blogs - no it's not Mr. Bricks. My sweetie is an actor/director and I keep my private life private. It takes a strong person to be the other half of the Greek Blonde Girl.



Same thing with my relationship with my manager Mr. Bricks, meaning it takes a strong person to manage me. Mainly because you just never know what will come out of my noggin at any given time. I might be talking to Mr. Bricks about something we are working on and then I will just blurt out, "I need to do laundry." Mr. Bricks is always saying "where did that comment come from?" I think some of my Greek noggin wires got crossed when I was born, that is why there is so much Muckery in my life. Now that doesn't mean I went to school on a short bus or anything...it just really means I am Greek and I love to talk. And I'm not making fun of anyone - I work very closely with all types of people, even those people and children with special needs.



So Mr. Bricks has his hands full dealing with me. But even when you see my comments about him there is a deep respect for everything he has done for me. And he knows it. Did you know Mr. Bricks was a clown with Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey Circus when he was younger? Yep. I guess with clown make-up on you couldn't really see the lazy eye. I tell you about his exploits with the circus to let you know that he has a wicked sense of humor - wicked meaning - a very funny sense of humor. So if I didn't goof on him it just wouldn't seem right because he is always goofing on me. So there is no need to feel sorry for him and I am not being mean when I make comments about him on my blog. I assume he reads it and he still takes my phone calls, so I guess I haven't crossed the line yet.



He really is a funny guy, Sometimes when we meet I really don't know what to expect. Once he showed up looking all Gangster, with bling, dark sun glasses, baseball cap on side ways, his pants dragging down to the ground. He is always making me laugh. There is just something funny about a fat old man trying to look hip. He doesn't dress like that normally, but he just loves to embarrass me. The only good thing about his Gangster attire was the dark sunglasses. You couldn't see the lazy eye! Yippie.



When you work as close with another person as much as Mr. Bricks and I do, you learn to find the terms of endearment of them - no matter what a dork they might be. Deep down there is a real person trapped in Mr. Bricks body. Other people might have their opinions as to how they think I might mistreat Mr. Bricks by talking about him all of the time on the blog, but I ask those peopel to walk a mile in my sneakers before you cast the first stone - just sayin'



Blessings,



Ava



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