BlackBox Cosmetics!!

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I'm on another great adventure! 

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This time off into the wild blue yonder of skin care and make-up and all that is right in a gal's world...okay, well, not all that's right as there is baseball and skiing and kicking my boyfriend's butt at football. We girls are complex and porcelain at the same time. 🌻

I love to get down and dirty, but I also love a good scrub up with a bit of touching up. I'm fussy and quite the perfectionist. It took me a long time to find something that would please me both Aesthetically and evidence -based. Voila!   

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Antioxidants!  Air tight containers that are refillable! Did I mention air tight containers? Ha! 
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WE have a great lash growth product for half of what you would pay in BIG, BIG, name brands! 

I say WE because YOU can join my team and become a team member to a very new and hip company, that does not require parties, recruitment, and all the other pyramid stuff. 

  In the meantime, come visit my page and look around at all the organic goodies you can get for half the price of expensive brands! And NO ANIMAL TESTING! 🐕🐶🐀 I personally do not know of any mice or rats that need a good eye liner! WE do not need to test things on Beagles!! 

                 So, big hugs to you all and hope to see you soon!!

                                 The Hysterical Deaf Woman 👄💄

Pixel fun!

My new photo fun will be up on my pixels.com site~
        Check it out when you have time!

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Head shots, nature, animals and more!
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The important cause of The Rainbow House

I feel it is time for me to give back.

Although I only have about 1/16 Cherokee blood in me and I am in no way, shape or form considered Cherokee, but a Blond Viking king who came to Scotland and Ireland~Ha~ My family has a very long history with the tribe. I imagine by today's standards my family would seem quit evil. Nevertheless, it is a piece of history and one can only hope to learn from it.




My GGrandfather, Andrew Pickens was small in stature, measuring about 5'3 with a large
prominent nose. He was a quiet man who wrote little, despite the assumption that he would be bold and loud when one met him.

Although, General Pickens began his military career by fighting the Cherokee in the Anglo-
Cherokee war, he was well respected by tribal leaders. They called him "Skyagunsta" or Wizard Owl.

Andrew Pickens fought against the Cherokee Indians and in his final battle with them,

 called the "Ring Fight," he was outnumbered 7-to-1, but still defeated them. They came to

 revere and respect him, and indeed he chose to live only one mile from the site of this 

battle, and among the Cherokee.

From what I can tell ...


The Cherokee named him Skyagunsta ("Wizard Owl") in honor of one of the greatest 

Cherokee warriors and chiefs, who was the head warrior of Tassaetchie in the early

1700s.

This earlier Skyagusta (usually spelled Skijagusta, and who was also known as 

Kittagusta) was said to be a man worthy to be the king (according to the British way of

 thinking) of all the Cherokee tribes when the English conquered the Cherokee.

This earlier Skyagunsta was taken, along with several other chiefs, across the ocean to

London by Sir Alexander Cumming (who had led the fight against them), where the group

presented the conquered crown of the Cherokee nation to the King of England. The king

then made a treaty with these chiefs, and Skyagunsta made a famous speech when

presenting the feathers to the king:

This earlier Skyagunsta returned to America and lived to be very old, dying in 1768, so he

 was fresh in the memory of the Cherokee nation when Andrew Pickens came along.

I have doubts, as many do, if things indeed went down as recorded and are either flawed 

or hyperbole. I am aware though that my GGrandmother started what would be known as

a "safe house" these days for "displaced" Cherokee women and children. She was often 

a target of the British and much of the time feared for her life. 

With all this being said, this is one of the reasons why The Cherokee Rainbow House is of

great importance to me.

The other reason being is my more recent Grandmother, Sally, as she was called, was

1/2 Cherokee and died from poverty and substance abuse. She was found almost a week

later in a motel room, naked, and under a fan where she had passed out after drinking.

It is an image that I cannot rid myself of and causes great pain for me.

The Cherokee "Rainbow House" is filled with clothes, dishware, paintings, and other 

household items for the poor and needy Cherokee. It is run by an all volunteer staff, 

sometimes in temperatures over 100 hundred degrees. The elders are adamant on seeing

that the whole tribe is taken care of. It is a place where no questions are asked, and only 

honor is given. http://cherokeeelderscouncil.cherokee.org/Cherokee-Rainbow-House 

In comes, the wonderful actor, and elder tribal member, Jim Beaver, who has put his 

handsome mug on this Tshirt ,which proceeds will go directly to help out the Cherokee

Rainbow House. https://represent.com/jumblejim    You can find more on the link here. 

I do hope you can find time to look over the videos and links and see where you fit in and 

how you can help! Thank you for your time! 

More soon!

                                                     Chief Bill John Baker

The miracle of song

Okay, let's just skip over what I said yesterday, shall we? 
I am in serious need of a little, "Once Upon A Time" folks ~Ha!"

I was at a pretty low point yesterday,( In case it wasn't obvious), as if everything in me had been depleted and drained. I believe going deaf, that lack of stimulation, that lack of response, is mostly to blame for my sudden onset of the blues. Either that or I need a horse or to go to Italy~ Ha! 
A great deal of my life as a child had been about singing. My cousins and I often put on skits for the family reunions and sang our hearts out while everyone else plugged their ears~heh~ 
So, I sang yesterday. I didn't feel like singing, in fact, it was the last thing I wanted to do. But, it always takes me back to a time in which I felt free and quite bold. By the third song, and then something that resembled singing but it was really me attempting to do Barbara Streisand, I begin to feel myself fill up again.  
It was a wonderful feeling and it should be repeated often!

In fact, I am just about to put on, "All My Life" with Karla Bonoff, and I am going to sing over the top of her lovely voice with my awful screeching and feel as free as possible~ The rest of you please feel free to plug your ears! Ha!

Be back soon, I promise!

The mystery of the warm fuzzy connection

Recently, I decided to read up on a person who I assumed had somehow randomly crossed paths with me and made a connection. I was surprised that I quickly came to develop warm fuzzies 

for this person and urges to use bad pick up lines such as the old, " Haven't we met before?", along with those strange feelings that I have known this person my whole life. Perhaps I have, genetically speaking, that is. 
It turns out the genetics matched up surprisingly nice, with Scottish and English heritage, a name that most likely went French during the Norman Invasion, clear down to us both being 1/16 Cherokee, (I was supposedly a viking before moving down into "French" territory).
We were also both born in August, and have a passion for John Wayne and The Beatles, perhaps much more too, like my interest in flying planes and Star Trek. Our parents were both involved in the church as leaders and we both went to a Christian college. 
What does this mean? Well everything and nothing. 
Ancient tribes migrated together. I most likely came over with the Germanic tribe, so, it would only be natural that tribe members would settle in the same areas and develop some of the same tastes, and experience some of the same plagues and diseases as they moved together to occupy newer territories. 

 I, am of course, by no means even an amateur on these issues, they need much further study, but, common sense tells me it would be of little surprise if people of the same heritage developed some of the same traits and interests. 
  
  Even common daily connections have always been an interest of mine. I often wondered why I could be on the local light rail train to visit the library and be able to strike up a conversation with ease with one person, and I can't get another person to even crack a crooked smile at my tasteless humor.
 I wondered if it was genetics calling the shots.... or perhaps I just really had bad jokes~Ha! 

 Whether it be for a lifetime or one brief moment, these connections seem to have more in common then we realize, but, because we never investigate further, we never draw the line connecting the dots.
 But, in my case, looking for my birth family changed that because suddenly I became interested in a whole history of connections that finally led to me, the birth of a being that carried the genes of a 100 generations! 
For the longest time, I would go around asking strangers silly questions, like one of my favorite childhood books, "Are you my mother?". 

Now, I find myself asking, " Are you my brother or cousin?" .
It is quite possible when we look across a crowded room and find that one face that seems to give us that warm fuzzy connection, we are looking at a long lost tribal member from a very distant family of travelers, who has finally found one another once again!

Top ten reason falling in love again in my twilight years would suck.

Reason 1. 
Having to reveal to your new love that you have just wet your panties but, you don't know which kind of wet it is. 

Reason 2. Needing to choose places to have your first date that do not include, foods that cause flatulence or your teeth to come out, places in which you cannot return to a standing position without the help of a paramedic, and items that would kill the mood if you can't find your reading glasses in time to read and follow the directions.

Reason 3. Knowing the butterflies in your stomach could also be a gallbladder attack. 

Reason 4. Barely being able to get through the first line of the love song you wrote without stopping and staring blankly at the ceiling because you forgot the lyrics.....again.

Reason 5. Having to explain why you need to wear a mouth guard at night that makes you look like Bucky The Beaver and could cause bodily harm to your partner's penis. 

Reason 6. Needing to carry a purse the size of a suitcase to hold heavy artillery for protection, a box of disposable underwear, six pairs of reading glasses, 2 pairs of support hoses, five bottles of prescription pills, and a smartphone the size of a small island.

Reason 7. Having a hot flash while having dinner with his family and requesting the waiter to bring out a portable fan to set on the table in front of you or moving the party into the walk- in freezer.

Reason 8. While getting ready for a date, mistakenly grab the Scrubbing Bubbles, foaming bleach spray, instead of the High Beams color thickener. 


Reason 9. Falling asleep while watching the 3D movie you just spent 31 dollars on, then drooling into the 10 dollar popcorn.

Reason 10. Having my screams and moans of Ecstasy mistaken for the cat crying out for it's supper.   

Despite all of this, next time I may write the top ten reason why falling in love again and again would be marvelous because the heart needs the fresh air and exercise! Ha!