"My mother was of the sky. My father was of the earth. And I am of the universe and you know what it's worth". - John Lennon
My take on this is that my Ma and Pop are 2 huge beings that play a very important role in my life. But no matter how big they are for me, for them I am larger than life. How lucky am I to have these two? I say, extremely!
My mama says that we are daughters of the sun and moon. Which is why she calls me Ankhesenamun. My nickname - Anak. Plus, she wants me to call her Cleomudra. Her nickname, Mudra. Never mind that these queens were concubines of the greats, the fact that they were able to seduce them into their charms made these women greater than them. Power to seduction - the strongest weapon a woman can arm herself with. Power to women!
I'm feeling giddy today. Notice the toothless grin? I'm that stoked. I feel like I'm on the toppermost of the poppermost. And what could be at the toppermost of the poppermost? A cherry on the cherry on your coke. Which explains my cherry outfit. I'm a cherrypie. I'm me folks cherie. I'm feeling cheery. All because I turned 4 months today. Cheers!
This hat is vogue. It doesn't matter if it's raining outside. I am a summer child. I'll be your summer throughout the rainy season. Whenever you need warmth and laughter, you come to me. I'll be your source of perpetual sunshine.
Got meself a new toy/teether. Nope, not teething yet. I use this to practice my grips and enhance my hand-eye coordination. Mama lets me practice with this bad boy several times a day everyday. Much like browning a garlic. There should be constant stirring til golden to perfection. My skill's not golden yet but I'm getting there. In the meantime, I'll just keep stirring.
Hello, everyone! I'm your safari quest tour guide! Over to your right is the lion's den. Lions are extremely territorial and no matter what their size is, they still couldn't shake their sexy feline swagger. They are the kings of the jungle. They laze away all day and hang around with the laughing dogs, the hyenas - also known as the stoners of the jungle. The lions are an unassailable pack. They are the natives of their own tribe. A proud bunch that won't mingle with anybody and pick you as their prey instead. So once they've got their eyes set on you, you better get crackin' and start running for your life. I'm part lion. A proud being that won't blend in. Plus, I'm very territorial. My territory? The bed. It reeks with Astrud piss. So good luck to anybody wanting to come near it. Gotta run, have the urge to pee again. Unless you wanna get wet then I don't mind marking my territory on you. So, whatchutink? Shall I whiz away?