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born? Or are you asking me why I'm brown???" Usually I end up answering by saying something stupid like, "Arizona.". Well, it's true...kind of. I was born in Lake Havesu City in good ol' Hotter-than-heck AZ, but that's not what makes me brown :)
My brownness stems from the beautiful heritage that I have the privilege of being a part of. That of the Hopi, Chemuevi and Mexican people. Wow, that sounded so official. Maybe I should have it printed on a card and just hand it to people when things get weird. haha.
And this is my brother. He's for rent actually. Really!
He has traveled the world sharing his beautiful talents as a Native American Performer.
I never grow tired of watching him as he performs and explains what the dances are all about. I still get teary-eyed time after time as I watch him dancing in his outfit made from my dad's old military dress blues as he honors those who have served our country. And I love whoopin' and hollering at him while he performs the death defying hoop dance with rings of FIRE!
Okay, no fire. I wish.
So I'm brown + I'm a pyromaniac. Just wanted to get that out in the open.
If anyone out there would like more information in what he's all about, let me know!
He's great for Corporate events, Scouting stuff, really whatever!
And his calves are almost as rock solid as mine. Be sure to check those suckers out :)