Haven't had anything to say in days and feel inspired to write again..

Here in the the great town of Tonawanda.. i sit in a parking lot of the Auto Zone, where they blessed us with a parking space, for my favorite 4 letter word, FREE, not the one i use the most though!! oh well.. seems to be a trend these days to say fuck a lot!

ok back to Auto Zone, where i sit in the far corner as close to the street as imaginable, where incredibly loud motorcycles reeve by, oh dear, god. what i will do for a buck!

i noticed the clearing sky and the high cirrus and determined the weather will be fine tomorrow, hot, muggy, most likely, i'm praying for a breeze!! wearing this nice little black t-shirt dress my mom gave me, a year ago.. looks a lot better on me than it did last year! what premenistion( can't spell this even for the dictionary, i quit) mom!

it's been quiet tonite, few call, texts, and we have a signal on the dish.. after we were in a cave of trees over the past 3 days. so thrilled to catch hanna montana, i carly, and a little sponge bob!!

do i know how to have fun or what!!.. it's quiet as long as one can ignore to doppy men in a nest, with a bird on his head!! ok got the picture.. smiling,

... thank u all.. in every way for ur support and readership! who knows what i might say next!

bon soir mon amies,

just us

andrea and crew

well here i sit, in a town i don't know...near Buffalo, N.Y Tonawanda, was actually here many yrs ago, didn't do particularly well then but need to give it another shot, was here in the area anyway, and at the last min there was an opening. as it turned out Cassie sent me an e-mail saying there as this town called Lilydale, and that we should go there, not far from here, evidently a meeting place for spiritualists, mediums, and the believers of such things. Having already had an experience with mom, it seemed to be put in our path for some reason or another.. so as i always put some adventures into the trip, this seemed like one to try.. and so we went, Lily dale is a town that got started 131 years ago around 1847.. love old historical places, i have always been somehow transformed and feel i go back in time. can imagine the people of the day... and this place attracted people of the belief that we never die, that we continue to live on in maybe another dimension. i certainly can say that after my mother passing, the only person i've ever known to die in my life time, that as i watched her slowly leave her state of spirit from, body to the other side, i saw her speak to people on the other side, and complain about visitors, that i was unawares of, and some of the visitors.. ie: the policeman and the Chaplin, along with her important meeting with the chief, and of course her chat with the compassionate lady in the sparkly dress.. and the day she informed me she had 2 sponsors.. well i might have certainly believed this for anyone else, but not me, and there it was.. all for me to take in, while i lead a sleepless 9 weeks to watch my mother finally slip into the other side painlessly, as i was a relentless drug lord of morphine, and finally methadone, the ultimate killer.. (Trained assin!!) i had heard her tell me a few things, in my mind, and went to reconfirm to her i'd heard her, at which time 2 days before her passing she spoke not a word, and as i reiterated her message i looked at her to find tears roll like Niagra from her beautiful blue eyes.. just the beginning of an everlasting love, and that we'd keep in touch, if only by thought.

Hey i don't here any other voices, in fact don't hear a voice at all, just a message, transformed into something i understand..we received many messages in this magical place, open to the possibilities, when we first arrived, it was as if while walking around town we were invisible, even said hi to people that didn't seem to notice, just thought they weren't too friendly, even asked madeline the next day, do u think they see us? we walked all over the town, up and down tiny streets of old , old homes with charming little yards and flowers i'd never seen before, and colors more vibrant than could be photographed, i tried, just could not capture their beauty. or their actual color, and i fucked with every setting, just could not get a picture i would be satisfied with, until... the night we took the spirit walk, i took random pix but the one that seemed most perplexing was of a painting of a girl, she took my breath away, these paintings are said to have been precipitated spirit paintings, the Bang sisters and Campbell brothers were the ones said to have put the canvas there. much to learn about this subject.. in any event, there r not detectable brush strokes. so these r the kinds of paintings where he eyes follow u, right? so i was shooting her from all different angles to show the point. and this one photo i will have to find a way to post here so u all can see it ... woooo.. ok .. cant wait to print it.. I', gonna blow it up as large as possible and frame it..i would like to go back and shoot some more maybe next week for a couple of days while there's children's week. the medium i meet with was not reading me, so i don't know why i bothered, thought i might be a good hairdresser, i don't, or an astrologer, nah.. she picked up on people around me i had no idea who they were. but there were many other experiences that occurred simply because of where we were, and on top of that the crew found some great kids to play with and adventure through town with, in this little Paradise, from the past.

so for now , back to the laundry, to fold, and then off to Tonawanda for the next leg of this up coming, promised to rain, fucking weekend! should be nicer on sunday, but sat looks like a washout, (a lot of laundry lingo huh?!) be well my friends, and do keep me posted on how u r doing especially those that r out here with me on this journey of life and all it has to promise.. living today as we r not promised tomorrow.. fortunately i'm counting on it, and the rain, but then again since when do the weather people get it right, only people who can keep a job and get it right about 50% of the time. ha..

Andrea and crew

as i click on NEW POST" i wonder should i even consider going down this road! without intention to the topic of this blog i constantly say that!!..

well it was a day.. set up between 2 jewelers, i didn't care, i do something different. Up Your Ear Earrings.

Frankly, id so like to take this in a different direction.. either everything needs to go in a very exclusive high end, or manufacture and sell it for dirt cheep.. either way it might be better. any ideas? welcome the advice. never know one of u genius' might have an idea.

ah the problem i have with dirt cheep is the lack of self pride in a job well done. ordered a salad, at the this restaurant, near by the booth. took it back to the booth, then noticed nothing on the menu description of the salad i'd ordered was on the salad, so i waisted more time, bringing it back. (by the way, i was starving, and cranky, not a good thing!) and then they had packaged salad dressing, of all things diet, oh i hate that... too much, me that is, they corrected the salad and i waited. can't anyone get it right? loosing precious time at the booth..

oh no .. thats not all.. after nearly the day had past yet another menu arrives, and they will bring it to your booth, chinese, not really, lets face it. once u've had real chinese, like in new york, can u imagine what it must be like in china. oh god.. yum.... so knowing this was going to be mediocre, i opted for food, feed kids. in a flash the food..( loosely ). arrived.. id ordered moo gia pan, ugg, chicken fried rice, wonton soup. and beef lo mien and the fantastic freshly made crispy noodles!! stale,( no less) what was i hoping for u ask? just something with some flavor, oh dear god.. the soup, was no different from plain hot water, and they brought it to us with out plates, then i called them back, to bring plates and he arrived with cake plates!! what the fuck. so when the young chinese fellow arrived with the plates i told him that i didn't expect a great meal or anything but that the soup, was like hot water... i was so disturb by the whole thing i actually waisted more time bring it back to the restaurant, and air my observation, gees in a taste test no one would know the difference. he had all these excuses.. i was like come on... ben franklyn said when u loose ur reputation u loose everything.. think that goes for morals also. no self pride. no one seems to care.. Well i do...

and i'd like to make Up Your Ear a house hold name.. that's my goal.. with integrity.. for all i do.. it's just not about me, it's about the crew, what standards will they set? if we set our hopes and dreams, as well as good intentions..to such low standards. how will they know to seek their inner dreams .. if we don't try ourselves. well here i am, the crew and i working at it..

and by the way it didn't rain.. though it didn't make a difference. oh well kinda got the picture, working on a rescript.

off to moro .. for work, another day another dollar.. and so much more.. who knows who'll i meet tomorrow. right? if nothing else.

well i just got a great good nite kiss, and with i say gnsd.. and for those reading this am.. gd!

andrea and crew

The hum of the generator, out side my dinette window, in the coach, all set up for tomorrows show. friday, sat. sun. ugg, tomorrow is from 12 to 8 and it always seem like forever. steady, usually all day. .. even though it's predicted to rain, coulda predicted that a year ago, it always rains on friday, in canandeguia...

got my hair cut . and miss madeline too.

with our new do's , we will, work the crowd!! and take Andres to the bathroom 3 times an hr!..

many friends here too, and a few missing, i was hoping to see... like john and mocca, his lab. i saw corky last week, but thought i'd see him again here. so many people, through the years of doing this. we all love it. have a passion for being in a new place every week. and yet craving home, missing the comforts of a house, or apt. . freely running hot water. electric everyday. not manufacturing it with a generator, pulling it's heavy ass out of the basement compartment, too tall for me!! making it that much more a challenge, no complaint. saw one lone fire fly and only for a flash.. met a black cat, with white socks. had ice cream for dinner with the crew, chocolate chip mint for Andres, cookies and cream for miss madeline, and i've given up chocolate, for.. cotton candy!! now that's just too funny when u think about it! in more ways than one!!...

spent a few days at a koa, eaten alive by mosquitoes, and attacked by flies, wrote a friend, "being attacked by fucking flies" response... "wow, there are FUCKING flies there.."

with that i bid adue.. (sp)

andrea and crew