Why Do Old People Expose Themselves

Note to Naked Old People... guidelines for speedo wearing see above.

So my two sisters come into town to visit me over the weekend. Despite the fact that three Greek Girls under one roof is crazy enough, imagine how it is when one of them decides "Hey, we should go to the beach". HELLO... can we say "Muckery Central?..." Sure it's all fun and games until we get there and see an 85 yr. old man in a speedo (and we're not talking about the Jack Lalane type either, and no it wasn't Mr. Bricks ~ Thank you God). This subconsciously leads us all to begin wondering if we look good in a bikini or not? Now of course you can stop asking because yes we do, but it's just a default chip programmed in every girls brain. Greek girls have two of these chips - one for each side.... one for the Baklava and one for the spinach pie - just sayin.

On with the story.... besides the fact that my one sister's psychotic dog, (yes I did say psychotic people, it was actually eating the wall while we were gone) was at home unattended terrorizing my own four fur-kids. Oh to be a fly on the wall at the doggie party... So there we were, sitting there all comfy, blanket down, snacks and iced happiness ready to go, chairs properly positioned to bake ourselves into a golden spender (yes we were wearing sunscreen - no it wasn't olive oil - or made from olive oil extract) and BAM there it goes again. But this time it wasn't a man it was a woman.... wearing a thong bikini old enough to be my grama and lets just say on the very heavy side, she could have been on the senior version of the Biggest Looser ~ just sayin. So just as we blink... we happen to notice that she has not one but two tattoos larger than my head on each side of her butt. No I'm not kidding people. Then comes the highlight of the day: its' a toss up between the super skinny swimmer guy who decides he's gonna take a shower and expose himself in the public sprayer to remove the sand or.... the woman who dove into the water and had both boobs flop out of her top and proceed to act like nothing was wrong. No guys it was not Gisele Bundchen.

Now I'm not saying I don't love old people nor appreciate them, because I do. I adore my yaya and my grama in heaven, and I even sang for nursing homes after classes when I was in high school :D However... What is it about some older people who do not seem to get it that it is not kosher to wear less than Lady Gaga on the beach. I know they say less is more, and this is most often the case, but not so much when you have not kept away father time by taking excellent care of your miracle body like Jack Lalane. Anyone who knows me knows how much I adored the guy and if you are old and you look like that, be my guest wear what you want.

In the words of one of my other fitness hero's Tony Horton "Aging Schmaging, you can get all old and crotchety, or you can be in shape." I donno about you, but I'm going for the latter. Thus my working out like a machine.

Have a blessed day & don't forget the sunblock!

Blessings, Love & Music ~
Ava :D xox
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I Can See Clearly Now

Excuse me officer, but does this car look like the vehicle a gangster would be driving, now really?....

Picture this:

"Beep-Beep" goes my keyfob unlocking my blue 5-Speed Jetta.  It sits quietly as I approach it with a gleeful grin & a glint in my eye.  I relish in it's shiny blueness as I clutch my iced cup of happiness in one hand & cling to door handle with the other, I enter.

Once inside I breath in deep the fresh new-car smell.  I just love my new car "Johnny Jetta", (of course if Mr. Bricks would get off of his duff and finally get me a record deal I could go buy my dream car the Bumble Bee Camaro) until then, Johnny Jetta does the job. I insert the key and turn the leather bound steering wheel with a simultaneous press on the clutch.  In it goes, I engage the shift, & in a moments notice I am moving.  I find myself driving in full granny mode (as I always do, because I was in a really bad car crash in high school, ever since then I realized life is too short & a car is not a toy), on a beautiful sunset road.  Goo Goo Dolls, fill my speakers followed by Heart, Rob Thomas, Switchfoot & P.O.D. thanks to my iPod shuffle.  I'm enjoying my favorite time of day, "Magic Hour".  It's industry lingo for that perfect time where everything turns shades of purple and orange from the glowing sunset on the horizon.

Out of nowhere, low and behold wha-wha-what? A cop? Pulling me over? Me? The Greek Girl, I drive like a granny for crying out loud.... Seriously?  Does he not know it's Ava Aston?  Maybe he want's my autograph?  But he can't tell it's me because I have tinted windows for privacy reasons because it keeps the gawkers at bay.

Me: Is there a problem officer?

Officer: License and registration?

Me: What did you pull me over for?  I wasn't doing anything?

Officer: What's with the attitude ma'am?

Me: Excuse me?  You are the one walking up to my car like I am a drug dealer?  I wasn't doing anything wrong?

Officer: I pulled you over because I couldn't see you?

Me: Then how did you pull me over?  Obviously you saw me well enough to pull me over?

Officer: Your windows ma'am?  I couldn't see you through your windows.  They are too dark.

Me: Too dark? And can you please stop calling me ma'am?  I'm not my mom for crying out loud.

Officer: Ma'am.  I am going to ask you to step out of the vehicle.

(Okay, now this is where it get's interesting as my head nearly spins off like the exorcist.)

Me: What? Are you friggin kidding me? I am not getting out of my car!

Officer: Ma'am, please step out of the vehicle or I will be forced to arrest you.

Me: Arrest me?!? for what? Because you couldn't see me?  Do you know who I am?

Officer: No and I don't care.  Please step out of the vehicle now ma'am.

(So now I get out.  Oh and by the way, did I mention he called for a backup?  Whatever.)

Officer: I will be right back ma'am.

What the? Now I am out of my car in the hot air with my hair starting to wilt and the smell of diesel trucks overpowering my Chanel "Chance Fresh" perfume I just squirted on me.  There I stood for 15 minutes while this super-cop played the "cool-kid" card.  I am telling you what, nothing bugs me more than a cop with a chip on his shoulder and he had one alright.

Two tickets later for having "tinted windows" I am seeing clearly now.  Apparently there is a law in NYS where Cars, (not SUV's mind you because they are exempt) cars side windows must allow 70% of light in.... Cops must be able to see you and what you are doing inside the car.  Hmmmph.  So I'm wondering... are the police going to come and ask me to take down my curtains in my house now, because they can't see what's going on inside? I don't think this makes any sense. And this my friends is what I like to call an episode of "total muckery"....  just sayin.

Blessings,
Ava  xox

What If

Einstein is seen here asking, "What if I lick that frozen metal pole?"

"What if...?" A question pondered by all the great Greek philosophers and smart people throughout time, (mostly though they were Greeks who taught others to ask this question.)  Regardless, it's quite the deep thought if you ask me.  The possibilities are endless.  Two words can help cure cancer, inspire greatness, lead to ending hunger or in Mr. Brick's case help decide on if he will wear his circa 1986 high-wasted flare legged white jeans or not.  "What if I wear my white jeans today?" Okay, wait! I gotta stop right there, I just had a mental image that was just really bad for this Greek Girl's noggin. White jeans on Mr. Bricks is like the Pope wearing a speedo or Lady Gaga wearing a turtleneck.  Either way, it's just plain wrong.

Anyway, back to the question at hand.  "What if..?"

It really makes me wonder, "What if Mr. Bricks can actually mentally go deeper than anything other than fastfood?" Here is my impersonation of 5 minutes in the mind of Mr. Bricks as he makes his lunch selection:

"What if McDonald's ever stopped making the McRib?" Would I find a way to survive? "What if McDonald's would make a Green Diet Coke Milkshake?" Maybe I should patent that and sell it to them in exchange for a lifetime of fries.  What if McDonald's joined forces with Slim Jim and made Slim Jim French Fries?" That would be great, then I could have a lifetime of Slim Jim fries of course after I patent that and sell it for a lifetime of McRibs of course.  "What if McDonald's changed the #1 meal deal to be a Double McRib with Slim-Jim fries and a Green Diet Coke Milkshake?"  Then his brain would instantly freeze and he'd become like one of those wax figures in Maddam Tusseau's wax museum. (Side note: no matter how famous I ever get I never want to be embodied in a wax sculpture.  That is by far one of the most creepy things ever invented.)

Okay, like I was saying.  Every great philosopher has always asked "What if?" It is kind of how we get everything around us to be made or invented.  Questions like:

"What if the world were round?" - Columbus 1492

"What if we could travel through time?" - Einstein 1930's (still working on this one)

"What if I could walk on the moon?" - Neil Armstrong 1960

"What if we protest the tax on tea?" - American Patriots 1776

"What makes this apple fall to the ground instead of float away?" - Newton 1500's

"What if we gave peace a chance?" - John Lennon  1969

"What if we could make tasty delivery pizza?" - Papa John 1984

"What if we sell coffee in Styrofoam cups?" - Mr. Donut 1956

Sometimes I ask, "What if Mr. Bricks DID get me a record deal?" Then I would be able to buy all those glorious new sneakers I got my eye on.  Or "What if John Rzeznik from the Goo-Goo Dolls were to produce my next album?" Then I would most definitely have my first, second and third Grammy in no time.  This leads me to ask "What if I do become really famous, will they make one of those creepy wax sculptures of me anyway?" My goodness I hope not.

Have a blessed day,

Ava

xox

PS ~ What if you passed on this blog on to 5 of your best friends?

Runaway Train

Unstoppable, a story about a runaway train.

Have you ever felt like you have absolutely no control of things and that you are watching someone you care about living like they are on a runaway train? That might be OK if it was Thomas the Tank that toy train for kids, but in some cases it is like that train in the movie "Unstoppable" with Denzel Washington with the brakes not working.

I am really thankful I was wired with what I like to call the "Danger Ahead" chip... you know that little voice in your head/gut where alarm bells go off very loudly & you just know if you continue there will most surely be "muckery" to deal with. I have always been this way, even as a little kid. I remember one time when my least favorite cousin stole my doll I ran all around my aunties house trying to get it back from him, outside and into the "woods". I remember standing there thinking to myself.... "Ava Inside Voice: it's dark in there, it's getting dark outside. You know you don't know how to get out of there, if you go in there after him there is going to be trouble", so back inside doll~less I went. I'm not saying I'm perfect, in fact far from it. I just have always had a knowing that life is short, it is precious, and that every day is a gift. It really is up to us what we do or do not "Do" with it. Some things are just not worth it, not worth fighting over. There are times in everyones life when we have to make a decision. Is this situation, thing, or even person worth it? To borrow a line from a very wise little book I recently read, these are times when you have decide to "stick or quit".

It seems like lately I have had to watch a few people I care about very much deal with some major amounts of muckery. The problem is, I'm not entirely convinced they even see that it is muckery, or that they can or will - have or - find the desire to pick themselves up by the bootstraps and get on with it. It is hard to be in this position, because you want to help people you love. You want to do whatever you can - but sometimes really after you have given your time, advise, been there and done that, there is nothing else you can do. I have come to a conclusion that in some cases the best thing to do is, nothing.

You can not make anyone do anything. You can not make people see things, even if they are as plain as the nose on their face. It is just a hard thing to watch people you care about live as if they are riding on a runaway train. However, there comes a time when you have to just let go and let God.

Have a Blessed Sunday ~

Ava ;D

If You Can't Stand the Heat Get Out of the Kitchen...

To write or not to write.... that is the question.

(Image still from "I Adore You" music video, click to watch)

Today I started to write a new song.  But then I realized with all of the muckery that has been surrounding my noggin lately, I had no business trying to write a new song today. That is unless it was going to be a theme song for a new "the Munsters". (here's a little trivia from Mr. Bricks...  The Munster's address was 1313 Mockingbird Lane.  Seriously ~ why does he know about this kind of useless stuff, but doesn't know how to get me a record deal yet).

When I was a little Greek girl, my yaya would be slaving away in the kitchen making a batch of baklava & my aunt Kellopie would come into the kitchen and start wanting to talk about some "really important" family drama.  My yaya would say to her "Kellieopie, I'm busy working here ~ if you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen".

That's how I felt today... it was almost like my paper was staring back at me saying "Ava, what are you doing, you can't stand the heat today - so get out of the songwriting kitchen".  So I put down my pen & notebook and put on my sneakers.  The best way for me to get rid of the "blahh's" is to workout.

As a songwriter you always want to write the best song you possibly can, but there are certain days where sometimes you just have no business doing so because your heart is just not in it. Your noggin needs to be able to say to you "Step away from the paper". Songwriting really has to come from the heart, and everyone has days where their heart is just not into it. Unfortunately if you listen to the radio at certain times, you might just realize that not everyone got that memo. ;D just sayin.

The great news is if you don't feel like writing a song today, you could always lace up your sneakers and go for a nice long run instead.  The even better news is that there is always tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.... The Sun will come out tomorrow.... Hey I think I might just feel a song coming on here.  

Hope you have a beautiful "blah~less" day!

Blessings ~

Ava :D xox

Facedown vs Planking

Me planking (or so I thought) as a joke to Mr. Bricks ;D

So what is up with the "Planking" rage all of the sudden? What I can not seem to wrap my noggin around is why on earth people are all of the sudden so excited to lay down - on things?  I was working out one afternoon and I get a text from Mr. Bricks....   "Ava, have you heard about planking?"  I'm thinking... hmmm planking, what the heck is he talking about now...   Mr. Bricks have you been drinking?  I text him back "I'm working out, I'll be done in another hour or so, ttyl" He proceeds to continue to text me like something ~ really important is going on...

So I decided the following weekend to take a photo as a joke of me "Planking" (or so I thought I was planking) in front of my dream car the Bubble Bee Camaro.  So come to find out, I was actually not planking at all, I was "Facedown".  How did I learn this you may be asking yourself?  Well wouldn't you know it, old man Bricks has found the clarification to inform me that I was not planking and I was in fact facedown.  He even sent me the link to the video to prove it....

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2011/06/15/dnt.facedown.craze.king?eref=igoogledmn_mpvideo

So here I am about a month or so later sitting here asking myself, why on earth does my manager Mr. Bricks know so much about "planking" & "facedown", yet I still do not have a record deal? So now I know what he spends his time doing, that is besides eating McRib sandwiches all dang day long...  He spends his time reading up on things like planking when he is supposed to be getting me a record deal (just sayin). I think I am going to tell Mr. Bricks that I think planking is really cool and that I would love to get a picture of him planking in between my two tour buses when they are parked side by side loading up for my US Tour.  Yeah, that's a good idea. ;D

All joking aside here because we all know I'm all about laughing and having a fun time, but really I do not condone ~ anything ~ that can possibly cause harm to yourself or others.  Life is precious, I do not feel it wise to risk life and limb just to get a "funny" or outrageous photo.  I heard on the news a few weeks ago that someone was even killed falling off of a balcony trying to get a photo of themselves "planking".  So of course have fun, take risks, live your life to the fullest - but do not do anything just for the "shock" value of it.  In this humble Greek Girl's opinion, it is simply not worth it.  (in full disclosure, my "planking/facedown" photo was taken in a parking lot away from any space any car could drive on) :D Be smart blog friends!

Have a beautiful blessed day!

Ava :D xox

Cap'n Crunch Walks the Plank

A breakfast with this is not Greek Girl approved

Have you ever noticed how guys can not just eat one bowl of breakfast cereal? Well, I am going to appoint myself as the Czar of  Breakfast Stuff (BS) and let you know that you should not be listening to those BS commercials.  Otherwise you will have to Leggo the Greek Girl's Eggo, just sayin'.

I know I know I am always harping about "you are what you eat", but really I can not say it enough. It's OK to have a bit of "bad foods" once in a while but really.... Capt'n Crunch for breakfast? Not so much, it is more like a dessert... and like a handful, not a bowl.  Sorry to burst anyone's sugar coated cereal bubble.

You only have one body and it really is a miracle.  What you put into it is really important, that's why for breakfast I'm all about egg whites.  Almost every day I have egg whites and a Thomas Light whole grain English Muffin with smart balance & peanut butter on it (peanut butter is a super food btw).  If I don't have egg whites, I usually have a 0% Fage Greek Yogurt (we talked about this in a blog last week).  Of course I wash it down with a coffee....  BTW are you following my coffee every day on twitter? hmmmmwww.twitter.com/avaaston  @avaaston ;D

I get that kids & even grown ups too like cartoons and all, but I have spent time in the cereal isle, and honestly it is really hard to find even one cereal that is balanced and "good" for you.  It's either too high in sugar, or not enough fiber & protein.... Also the serving size is generally 1/3 of a cup.  We all know that most people do not measure out their cereal before they eat it. So most people are actually eating like 3-4 servings of cereal... this makes for a lot of muckery.  Mood swings, and irritability from not having a balanced breakfast.

So take it from this Rock Chick ~ cereal.... not such a great choice for breakfast.  For me it's all bout being healthy, feeling good and being in shape for performances for my music & acting.  No matter what you do in life, it's important to be the best you can be, and eating a sugary cereal for breakfast is not for champions.  ;D just sayin.  If you absolutely have to have a cereal, best to read the label and make sure it has whole grains & a proper balance of protein, fiber, low sugar, and make sure to measure it.  I use lactose free skim milk, however there are lots of healthy choices for your cereal: almond milk, soy milk, rice milk, whatever floats your cereal boat.  A better choice for a breakfast cereal is steel cut oatmeal, Yummo!

After a Greek Girl approved breakfast you should be all ready to put on your sneakers for a kick butt workout! Go out & have a super spectacular day!

Love & Blessings ~

Ava :D xox

Aunt Iris and Ted Williams' Head

Ted Williams Frozen Head

It's hard writing a blog when you are also wiping away the tears as you try to type. I hope the water from all of my tears don't trickle down into the electronics of the laptop and cause some sort of muckery that would short-circuit everything. That wouldn't be good for the Greek girl.

As I mentioned yesterday, we are traveling by car down to Florida with my 87-year old Great Aunt, Iris. What a doll. My eyes are leaking.  They are mostly happy tears from all of the non-stop laughs Aunt Iris has provided. However, I also still have some residual eye puffiness and tears from the allergic reaction I had to her cat. I was so doped up I had to take so many sudafed and benadryls that I kinda felt like Barry Bonds. Good thing I wasn't driving and had some else to drive us.

Aunt Iris is my mom's favorite Auntie, and I can see why. She is a hoot. I haven't laughed this much since that time I watched Mr. Bricks try to fit into a size medium T-shirt. Yesterday we were going into our 15th hour of driving and out of the blue Aunt Iris blurted out, Ted Williams Head. So naturally when an 87-year old woman says a random statement like that the first thing you think of is OK time to pull over and find a hotel, someone needs their medication or someone's getting loopy. But that wasn't the case here.

Turns out, Iris knew exactly what she was talking about, I was the one who in baseball terms was out in left field. I had no idea that Boston Red Sox's  Hall of Famer,  Ted Williams had a secret pact with his family that they would all be frozen after they die. Ted wanted this done because he believed in science and felt that some day perhaps they all would "be able to be together in the future, even if it is only a chance." What ever the odds were he was willing to try cryonics if it held the possibility of reuniting the family. The amazing thing about this story about Ted Wiliams' Head is the fact that Iris was totally up to speed and I wasn't.  I was in awe of the constant stream of information that came out of her noggin. That is why I love being around older people, they are a wealth of knowledge and inspiration.

After Williams died in 2002, his body was taken by private jet to a company in Scottsdale, Ariz. There, Williams' body was separated from his head in a procedure called neuroseparation. Let me just say that if in the off-chance my Living Will ever turns up missing and someone in my family gets the wild idea to pull a Ted Williams on me and pickles my noggin, you better believe I want it also going by private jet to its final destination, or heads are gonna roll.....oops, did I really just say that?

According to a 2003 Sports Illustrated article, Ted Williams was decapitated by surgeons at the cryonics company where his body was suspended in liquid nitrogen and several samples of his DNA went missing. Ok, lets stop right here. I want my entire big Greek family put on notice that this blonde girl doesn't want anyone mucking around with my Greek noggin after I die. I think I have a good head on my shoulders and that is where I want it to stay. I don't want it hacked off of my body and put into some pickle jar on display. No, I don't roll like that and neither does my noggin.

 Ava Aston and her Great Aunt Iris

Blessings,

Ava

xox

Photo of Ava Aston   Copyright 2011 Ava Aston. All Rights Reserved 

April Showers Bring May Flowers

If April Showers Brings May Flowers, what will this MayFlower truck Bring Me?

The other day when I booted up my computer I had the following email waiting for me:

Dear Ava:

You are pretty and I like your music, (but not as much as Justin Bieber).  I try and read your blog every day, unless my brother Timmy doesn't let me use the computer, but then I tell my parents and he gets grounded. I like when that happens. Ava you seem super smart and have an answer for everything, so I hope you can help me. I am in the 8th grade at Pine City Junior High and I am supposed to write a paper for Mrs. Tramm's English class about Spring Time. Can you help me?

TTYL,

Your #1  Fan

Virginia (you can call me Ginny)

PS: Is Mr. Bricks a real person?

Yes Virginia, there is a  Santa Claus  Mr. Bricks! And as far as your English paper goes I suggest you write about the origin of the phrase, "April Showers Bring May Flowers."

Well Ginny in New York this year the way March ended up I thought for sure we would have April Showers that will not only bring May Flowers, but also The Pinta, The Santa Maria and Noah's Ark! It's been total muckery, and with so much rain having a boat is the only option for getting around.

So April Showers Bring May Flowers. I know this is a deep deep subject for your young noggin, but don't fret Virginia, the Greek girl is fully capable of 'splainin' it to you. See, some monk in a room with nothing else to do traced the saying back to a mid 16th century proverb. Turns out way back in 1557 a dude named Mr. Bricks, no seriously although I think he is that old, anyway some guy named Thomas Tusser wrote, "April showers bring forth May flowers."  And OK, it wasn't Mr. Bricks and it wasn't a monk who did the leg work for me on tracking down the origin. It was Gregory Y. Titelman, who wrote the book  Random House Dictionary of Popular Proverbs and Sayings (Random House, New York, 1996).

Ok Virginia I know you are saying, Ok, Ava but what does it mean? Well according to the Cultural Dictionary April showers bring May Flowers means: 
Some unpleasant occurrences bring about better things.

As a young girl in junior high, I am sure you are an avid texter! So Ginny allow the Greek girl to help you out there as well. According to the Urban Dictionary it can also be abbreviated to "AsbMF" when texting, posting in chat rooms or forums, or even spoken in everyday communications. I missed that one the other day in my post when I spoke about new abbreviations in the Oxford Dictionary, but no worries, you can read that post  by  clicking here.

I hope this helps Ginny! And let me know what grade you get on your paper.

Blessings,

Ava

A NOTE TO ALL OF MY LOYAL BLOG READERS: I want to thank my manager Mr. Bricks for filling in for me yesterday with his clever blog. I was filming the video for my song "Gone" that will be out on April 28th. Now that I am back at the computer keyboard, Mr. Bricks can go back to the salt mines and work on getting me a record deal! Thank You Mr. Bricks.

10 Signs That Spring Is Right Around The Corner

Forget the fact that we are hunkering down for yet another snowstorm tomorrow in New York, there are still many signs that old man winter is just about ready to start hibernating with the bears... or least we hope he is.

From the far deep crevasses of my Greek noggin here are the top-10 signs that spring is just around the corner:

1. Husbands are trying to figure out what shenanigans they can do to get that shiny new riding lawn mower at Home Depot without getting served divorce papers.
2. All winter long I thought my four doggies were holding it...but now with all the snow melted I can see just how wrong I was.
3. Major league baseball players are at spring training and placing their metabolic steroid orders with their favorite drug dealers.
4. Snooki is limiting her dinner to only two plates of pasta in anticipation of swimsuit season at the Jersey Shore.
5. Mr. Bricks will pack his beer bong and speedo and head to The Villages in Florida for Spring Break with the senior citizens. Muckery ensues.
6. I'm packing away my Uggs for storage and swapping them out with my sneakers. (This winter was so brutal I hope to never see those Uggs again)
7. The neighbors are finally starting to take down their Christmas lights.
8. Middle-aged white men who haven't picked up a basketball in 30 years but have spent the last two weeks watching March Madness on TV suddenly feel compelled to challenge their friends to a game of 3-0n-3, Yes, middle-aged white men can't jump.
9. NyQuil and other allergy medications becomes a staple on everyone's shopping list.
10. Wal-Mart has just put out the Christmas decorations on their store shelves.

Blessings,

Ava

xox

So...

The Greek girl has a pet peeve she needs to get off of her chest.

If  you are a fan of my music, or a regular reader of my blog, you already know I don't claim to be a domestic goddess.  It's not that I am untidy and a hoarder or that it takes me an hour to cook minute rice, because none of that is true. It's just that I have concentrated on my acting and singing career instead of my cooking, cleaning and sewing career.

I know by labeling today's blog "So..." and posting a header picture with some girl sewing in it is very misleading. But I did that just to confuse you and to make you think for just a nanosecond that I had a screw loose rattling around in my little Greek coconut.  But that's not the case (no matter what Mr. Bricks may think!) The reality is, I want to talk about one of my biggest pet peeves. It is when you are talking to another person and they don't finish their sentences because they are unsure what answer they will hear if they complete the sentence. They cop-out by not finishing their sentence and trailing off with the proverbial "So..." at the end of their incomplete sentence or thought. Let me give you some examples with my manager Mr. Bricks who is the biggest offender of the "Just say So" muckery:

Me: Well Mr. Bricks do you have a record deal for me yet?

Mr. Bricks: Not yet Ava. I'm working on contacting different labels and publishing companies and I haven't heard anything back yet, so...

OR

Me: What did you have for lunch today Mr. Bricks?

Mr. Bricks: I went to McDonald's and had a McRib.

Me: I could have told you that. That food is so unhealthy.

Mr. Bricks: Yes Ava. But I had a lot of meetings and I didn't have time for anything else, so...

OR

Me: I think I am going to go run 5 miles.

Mr. Bricks: You go Greek girl.

Me: Why don't you join me?

Mr. Bricks: Oh, I don't know Ava.

Me: It would do you some good because you will feel better and might lose some weight.

Mr. Bricks: You run fast and I don't want to slow you down, so...

See how frustrating that is? Just finish your sentences people and you won't get this blond Greek girl all worked up!!!

Blessings,

Ava

xox

Blog Year In Review

With a candy cane dangling from mouth I was trying to think what topic I wanted to write about in today's blog when I realized I should take you on a trip down memory blog lane and share with you a bit about how some of my more popular blogs happened.So without further ado, here are my personal favorite 5 blogs from 2010 and what inspired me to write them. You can click on the title of each respective blog to take you to it so you can read the full blog.                    Eggnog: The Rocky Effect

I received a lot of emails about this blog.  Possibly more than any of my other blogs. Most of the emails saying that it was very inspirational to them. That's not a huge surprise to me because as I say in the blog I love Rocky and it is a huge inspiration to me as well.

Help!! I'm in lockdown and my Mom doesn't care!

This blog was a once in a lifetime moment where I think I was actually peeing my pants as I was writing the blog. I have a voice for all of my dogs and they actually "call" my Mom from time to time. I had just hung up from Punkin calling my mom and I thought, well if Punkin can call my mom maybe she can hijack my blog as well. This was by far the most popular blog I wrote in 2010

A God Wink

The title just sums up this blog. Many nights when I prepare to write the blog I sit down and have absolutely no idea what I am going to write about. No shocker there, huh? I just always trust that God will inspire me. So this blog was just acknowledging the times in my life I feel God is looking down upon me.

Saturday Morning Cartoons
aka: "Ava Wants A Record Deal"

Doing the saturday morning cartoons started by accident.  I had stumbled upon the website Xtranormal.com where people were making videos and I thought it might be fun. I made a really short one and sent it to Mr. Bricks saying, "I want a Record Deal." He encouraged me to expand on that idea. Growing up I loved watching cartoons every saturday morning. Making the cartoon is fun for me because it's not really me, it's a cartoon character of me. The character is a total diva and I'm so not like that. Really, I'm not! Since I started doing these every saturday morning they have kinda caught on with my fans. I'm glad you enjoy them.

It's official....Muckery is my new favorite word!

This will always be a very special blog posting for me because it was my very first one ever on September 30, 2010. One day I was talking with my manager Mr. Bricks about something and explaining how muckery sort of followed me in my life. He always laughed at my daily episodes and suggested that others might enjoy hearing about them as well. So Mr. Bricks suggested I start a blog called Ava Aston's Muckery... and the rest, as they say, is history.

Blessings,

Ava

xox