Just so you know

I think I may have lost hope for humanity.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t change.

(whoawhoawhoa and this bird you cannot chaaaange).

But another pretty amazing story is about my grandmother, who is probably one of the most endearing, sweetest, most A.D.D. woman I have ever met. For a long time, my grandmother wanted to be actress, and my great-grandfather was a playwright so it was only natural. My grandmother studied theatre and learned a few things, which came to great use a couple decades later.

My grandmother knows how to mime.
And loves the Jesus.
And apparently, Lynard Skynard.

In church, we used to have plays that we called “the drama,” and she was in charge of them and planned them all out. One Sunday, my grandmother came out in black shoes, pants and a turtleneck, with white gloves and face paint with the traditional mime makeup involving red lipstick, and strange eyeliner designs. My grandmother mimed the words to the more ballad part of Lynard Skynard’s unforgettable song “Freebird.”

“Aaand this biirrd you caaanot chaaaange, ohhhh lord knows I cannot chaaaange”

In this line there was a great amount of hand movements similar to Napoleon Dynamite with the “Happy Hands Club.”

Oh, grandma.