OOO-oh say can you....down in front.

My life is a chalk board with an old sock for an eraser.  What ever mistakes I make I may remove from the present existence but holds the slight fragments left behind to reinvent over.  They are never truly erased completely or forgotten, just built upon in a dusty afterbirth which I can only hope makes me stronger.  Is this the best way to recreate life around me?  Should I dip into the water bucket of denial to saturate the sock completely full of forgetfulness.  Should the mistakes we make in life be the helpful ladder we use to climb over the walls or should they be the hinderences left behind and forgotten; a new path to be laid out with no knowledge of the ones before?  Are we truly helping ourselves achieve greatness by looking into our own mistakes and over coming them?  Are we just destined to make the same ones over agian if the reminants are forever creeping back into mind-sight?  Too much History channel tonight, kids!  Phew.

My  mother asked an interesting question earlier tonight.  She asked where the name America actually came from.  This got me thinking about history and our own namesakes.  I had watched the program of America tonight on the History channel.  It was interesting enough to hold my attention for 2 hours, minus the brief tossing and turning from the ice-cream I had eaten earlier.  Makes me squirt, man!  After the initial wipe and stare, I focused back on history and wondered what prompted us to start adopting "americans" as our new heritage.  There was a line from either Thomas Jefferson or John Adams about becoming one nation instead of thirteen colonies in the first meeting of what would now be our democratic government that was "I'm not a Virginian, I'm an American".  Who was it the first coined that name?  And why is it that Brazilians are not calling themselves Americans as well?  They are apart of the Americas after all.  Who gave us the power to take the two major land masses and shrink them down into one nation's nationality?  It was those stubborn militia, God damn it!  Heath Ledger lost his life way before he lost his life in that militia.  Stubborn.  Should have just left the British locking your wife and towns people in the very church you were married in and then subsequently burned alive in go.  Just let it go.  But nooooo.  Now yea dead, DEAD!!  Who-rah!

See, I'm not like my sister, I don't Google shit and actually look for the answers to my questions and then learn and share the knowledge.  I just ponder the question for a bit and make up whatever answer I deem best and most interesting then eat an entire bag of chips.  I aint gots that kinda patience!  So the answer to whom ever started calling ourselves Americans was George Washington in a dream about skiing down the slopes of the yet to be discovered Rocky Mountains.  I believe it went  a little something like this, "damn, it feels good to be a free American!  Oh, wait...nice".  Then he took that shit to the newly opened First National Bank, of America.  Coined!  Just full of puns tonight.  AVAtar!