Whats in a name?

As I recently stated, I am in the habit of watching home videos. We have a video in which I am not born yet. But my mom is as big as a house pregnant with me. In the video, my Dad asks my older siblings what they wanted to name me. And I quote, "Zachariah!" Screams Candace, "Mr Tapes!" Pipes in Christian and Christina, and last and certainly least, "Pee Pee Head!!!!!" Shouts Danielle with the utmost  zeal. Now me, watching this years later, am mortified. Why? Because 1. I'M NOT A BOY!!! 2. REALLY??? REALLY GUYS??!! 3. I AM NOT A BOY!!!!!

Well thankfully my name is not Zachariah mrtapespeepeeheaded Johnson. Thankfully. 

Well my parents came through, and though they named me something boring, I am very thankful that it's sensible. BTW I'm not one of those black people that name their kids something like Antaquisha or Proliantasia or anything like that, so you needn't worry. However, I did recently sign up for Parents.com just so I could look at all their baby names and save them on my profile.....but Im not creepy or anything....(sketchy look)

Middle child syndrome??

Yesterday me and my older sister Danielle were watching home videos. Thankfully when we were younger our father carried a video camera around everywhere we went, so we have lots of memories. (I'll try to keep this story short) Yesterday we found a video that we had never seen before. I was the ripe old age of 3 years old, and my older siblings were, 8, 8, 7, and 6. It was Christmas time and we were at the Rehabilitation center down the street from us (Every Christmas we went down there to sing and put on a little Christmas program for them).
Throughout my siblings entire performance, I was always reaching for the single mic that they had, for, I just wanted to sing like my big brother and sisters. And every time I reached for the mic, my little hand of hopes and dreams would get pushed away, and I was constantly being told 'no'. After trying again and again to get the mic and sing my heart out, I finally ran away crying. 


When watching this video I realized that I am still the very same way today. After I would fail at trying to get the mic, I would retreat to behind my mothers skirt and silently cry. Though now, I'm much taller than my  mother and her skirt can no longer hide me, I still tend to retreat into my little cocoon and stay there. This video reminded me of the plagues from my childhood that I would silently endure by myself, never telling anyone what was wrong, or what I really wanted. Now I have two more siblings (12, and 6). And though technically I'm not the middle child, My mother has informed me that I suffer from the life threatening disease of middle child syndrome.
I refuse to be this way any longer! 


(But I actually don't know what middle child syndrome technically is, so I have no idea on how to defeat it)


If you are a middle child, I urge you to stand up for your rights. Take that microphone and sing your heart out despite of what anyone tries to tell you!!!
:D *wink wink*

Umm...I think?

Ok, 'about me' is done. Now all I have to do is click save.........There!  Wait.....what! bX-gnq480 error?? NOOOOOOOO!!! !!


As I set up my first blog account, the above situation happened much more then once. Frustration, frustration, frustration. After taking a deep breath (much more then one), re-typing (and shortening)  my about me, I finally got this to work. So here I am! My blog has arrived!!
Question #1: Do you ever listen to a song or watch a movie and think to yourself, "Darn! Why didn't I think of that?" Well from now on, in writing song or stories or anything else,  I am determined to think of all the things I think before someone else thinks of them. You feel me? How many hit songs or best selling books have to come out before we think about penning them down first? I will stand for this no more! Give me Liberty or give me Death! (Im 100% sure that if I had been there a couple of hundred years ago, that I would have come up with this)

Its time to break out the writing helmet...........