You are Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)
You are usually cheerful.
You appreciate being treated
with delicacy and specialness.
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18 April 2006
.: Easter Weekend :.
Friday - Gorgeous. Don't even remember what I did exactly that day...just that it was gorgeous. Java Jive and the Clipper that night.
Saturday - Cruised over to Nana's with Hedds to spend the morning dyeing naughty Easter eggs. Chinese pastries and tamales on the menu. Then to spend the rest of the afternoon working on dancey stuffs with Ruby, Jo, and John. The evening included a barbecue and Harrang 2003 with Johnny LLoyd (*drool*) and more dancing. After that, more Clipper and more dancing. My first motorcycle ride of the season with me in a short skirt and ma drinking boots. Unfortunately, rain made for an awful trip back to Berwyn. Never again - the skirt and the riding in the rain.
Sunday - Woke up at Jo's with an invitation for a yummy breakfast at Ruby's. Then a marathon of movies including Crash (my new favorite), The Brotherhood of the Wolf, and Minority Report. Throw in a power nap and a fantastic seafood dinner. We ended things close to midnight. Wonderful, wonderful weekend spent in good company...
Saturday - Cruised over to Nana's with Hedds to spend the morning dyeing naughty Easter eggs. Chinese pastries and tamales on the menu. Then to spend the rest of the afternoon working on dancey stuffs with Ruby, Jo, and John. The evening included a barbecue and Harrang 2003 with Johnny LLoyd (*drool*) and more dancing. After that, more Clipper and more dancing. My first motorcycle ride of the season with me in a short skirt and ma drinking boots. Unfortunately, rain made for an awful trip back to Berwyn. Never again - the skirt and the riding in the rain.
Sunday - Woke up at Jo's with an invitation for a yummy breakfast at Ruby's. Then a marathon of movies including Crash (my new favorite), The Brotherhood of the Wolf, and Minority Report. Throw in a power nap and a fantastic seafood dinner. We ended things close to midnight. Wonderful, wonderful weekend spent in good company...
14 April 2006
.: Be Blessed :.
One night, I passed in front of a café. There was a woman bundled up tight against the cold. She was selling StreetWise papers. I don’t usually stop to buy one. I wasn’t going to tonight either. However my sister had given me a pack of coupons. These coupons, which she purchased from her church, are redeemable for food at various Lakeview businesses. I was going to give her the whole packet of them. Instead I looked like a fool explaining how the vouchers worked all the while digging in my bag only to find nothing.
I promised her that I would come back and give the vouchers to her the next time I saw her.
Well, now on this wonderfully sunny day I ran into her again. Finally. So I gave her the coupons. She thanked me by saying, Be blessed. I told her, No problem. Have a good day. Then I walk away.
A few steps later this idea occurs to me. I walk back. In the spirit of my taking pictures of strangers today, I asked if I could take her picture. She politely said no. So I wished her a good day. “It’s because of my religion,” she continued. I stood there waiting to hear something about the camera stealing her soul. Instead she states her refusing to have the picture taken has to do with her belief in the Bible and her “strong” Christianity. I could not walk away after that statement. She’s destroyed most of her pictures, she says, even pictures of her children. This way when Satan comes to prosecute the Christians there are no records of her. “I just really want to sorta disappear.”
I know that feeling…
When she told me of the concentration camps that being built for the prosecuted along the Canadian border, I must have looked like I shut down. She said, “See, it’s my religion. Otherwise I would let you.” It’s OK I say and wish her good day again. She answers, Be blessed, one last time.
Recently, tdj posted this quote recently which, I believe, compli:ments this story well:
I promised her that I would come back and give the vouchers to her the next time I saw her.
Well, now on this wonderfully sunny day I ran into her again. Finally. So I gave her the coupons. She thanked me by saying, Be blessed. I told her, No problem. Have a good day. Then I walk away.
A few steps later this idea occurs to me. I walk back. In the spirit of my taking pictures of strangers today, I asked if I could take her picture. She politely said no. So I wished her a good day. “It’s because of my religion,” she continued. I stood there waiting to hear something about the camera stealing her soul. Instead she states her refusing to have the picture taken has to do with her belief in the Bible and her “strong” Christianity. I could not walk away after that statement. She’s destroyed most of her pictures, she says, even pictures of her children. This way when Satan comes to prosecute the Christians there are no records of her. “I just really want to sorta disappear.”
I know that feeling…
When she told me of the concentration camps that being built for the prosecuted along the Canadian border, I must have looked like I shut down. She said, “See, it’s my religion. Otherwise I would let you.” It’s OK I say and wish her good day again. She answers, Be blessed, one last time.
Recently, tdj posted this quote recently which, I believe, compli:ments this story well:
"We must respect the other fellow's religion, but only in the sense and to the extent that we respect his theory that his wife is beautiful and his children smart." - H. L. Mencken
09 April 2006
.: Red Flag Melancholy :.
Two parts:
First. I've set off red flags recently. Not taking very good care of myself. The drinking boots are just one flag. I shouldn't have even been drinking. I can't quite place where I'd lost my footing but I gotta keep working at it.
The falls aren't the thing, its the getting up again, right?
Dancing has been a mixed blessing. I've been dancing everyday this week for instance. The dancing this week has been keeping me moving and thinking and working. Working really hard. Yet its kept me distracted from my worries and what I really should be concerned about. One day I will strike that balance. One day.
Second:
More specifically, my hearts been aching. And not over some moron or any moron. Its not loneliness either. Maybe its just the downshift melancholy but I've exposing myself to this miserable song too. I got my sister hooked on it. We were weeping at a performance of it. She said it was because he looked as though he were suffering through his wretched heartache again.
Its always the lyrics to this song that get me. The hope, so apparent, the desperation too then a sad sad resignation. In these miserable words... It kinda hurts me that one of my red flags is not writing again... but it would kinda be like this miserable stuffs anyways...
James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
First. I've set off red flags recently. Not taking very good care of myself. The drinking boots are just one flag. I shouldn't have even been drinking. I can't quite place where I'd lost my footing but I gotta keep working at it.
The falls aren't the thing, its the getting up again, right?
Dancing has been a mixed blessing. I've been dancing everyday this week for instance. The dancing this week has been keeping me moving and thinking and working. Working really hard. Yet its kept me distracted from my worries and what I really should be concerned about. One day I will strike that balance. One day.
Second:
More specifically, my hearts been aching. And not over some moron or any moron. Its not loneliness either. Maybe its just the downshift melancholy but I've exposing myself to this miserable song too. I got my sister hooked on it. We were weeping at a performance of it. She said it was because he looked as though he were suffering through his wretched heartache again.
Its always the lyrics to this song that get me. The hope, so apparent, the desperation too then a sad sad resignation. In these miserable words... It kinda hurts me that one of my red flags is not writing again... but it would kinda be like this miserable stuffs anyways...
James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
.: Ma Drinking Boots :.
Its official. I've been too drinky for most of the week. I'm done.
Atleast I haven't bit anyone. That I can recall... But seriously, the last time I wore these boots was when I was at Mardi Gras. Fun times. That I recall. ugh. These boots were made for drinkin'...
Atleast I haven't bit anyone. That I can recall... But seriously, the last time I wore these boots was when I was at Mardi Gras. Fun times. That I recall. ugh. These boots were made for drinkin'...
05 April 2006
.: Elaboration :.
As requested...
This starts out early Thursday morning as I have a 5:45 call to be an extra. Not a phone call. The phone call I made 10pm the night before. This to confirm that I would wake well before dawn to be backround for the Jennifer Aniston/Vince Vaughn movie. I was asked to carry four different outfits with me which I did. They used none outsde of my scarf and my friends hat. I had to be sent to wardrobe which had lent me a beautifully stylin' coat. I'd debate if it was worth the paycheck to return.
After HOURS of waiting, though probably the shortest amount of time I've had to wait as an extra, I finally walked in front of the camera past Vince and Jennifer. Then proceeded to do _that_ for hours.
I do miss working on films. Later this year....*crossingfingers*
From there to practica. I was delirious enough at that point but still had mind enough to learn alot and teach a bit. Incredibly successful and cannot wait until the next one.
From there to Lansing. Went with Jer on a road trip. Decided on that while on set. Reminded me of the random road trips I'd have on the fly with Dallywacker and the Boys or Kitty-girl. Slept most of it but woke up to strumming guitars. Sweet. We started off by visiting Jer's old place on a whim. Luckily his old roommate, Mark, just happened to be there. We played hours of pools where I sucked until I had a GORGEOUS three ball run to win the last game. And I got some sweet sweet herbs... Mint tea anyone?
Then a eclectic tour of Lansing including a fish ladder, the Lansing City Market, a beautiful chapel, and the Hall of Justice. Next, dinner with the best family of Napoleon Dynamite fans along with amazing food that I could not pronounce and yummy yummy coffee. Turns out they come from the same town as mandapance...Small world...
Finally to the swing dance party that was partnered with the Ballroom club. Ugh. I have to say that I felt a bit exasperated. Its been a while since I've traveled to a place that I didn't know one person. Sure I knew Jer but he didn't even bother introducing me to his own brother so he was socially worthless. So it came down to me actually growin some balls and asking people to dance. I was afraid to ask the ballroom people b/c well, I know Im not as good at ballroom dances. But I did it anyways and got quite a few nice dances. I'd forgotten how much I actually did know. My uncle taught me well...
So now with the swing dances.... I have a confession. Well, and this is where the blog lives up to its name, yes? *sigh* I am a dance snob.
I'm not as bad as most folks but nonetheless... I am a snob. But I couldn't bear these little swing dancers goofing and paroding the ballroom dancers. Yes, my feelings were a little hurt when only one dancer asked me to dance. BUT COME ON... when a lead asks me if I took the East Coast lesson before the dance BEFORE he even actually gets on the dance floor with me? Are you serious??? And I had to grin through a half assed lindyhop after that question?
I did have fun at the end when I did get to talk and hang out with dancers. There was one exception and I could blame lack of sleep and crankiness.... yet... I hate HATE women that are self-centered, attention whores that have to put others down to get that attention. I don't bloody care if you can say that alcohol plays a part in this outrageous performance. I don't care if they say that they say that they are just being frank and honest. Hiding behind booze and tactless "honesty" is a cop-out.
The reason I hate these people? Because I was her at one point and I wholly regret hurting others to make myself feel I am the important one.
*off soapbox*
Then back to Chicago where Jer and I tried to sleep on the bus. Little success there but good effort was put forth. We hit the ground running once we got into the city.. . So much for a quiet break from the city.
This starts out early Thursday morning as I have a 5:45 call to be an extra. Not a phone call. The phone call I made 10pm the night before. This to confirm that I would wake well before dawn to be backround for the Jennifer Aniston/Vince Vaughn movie. I was asked to carry four different outfits with me which I did. They used none outsde of my scarf and my friends hat. I had to be sent to wardrobe which had lent me a beautifully stylin' coat. I'd debate if it was worth the paycheck to return.
After HOURS of waiting, though probably the shortest amount of time I've had to wait as an extra, I finally walked in front of the camera past Vince and Jennifer. Then proceeded to do _that_ for hours.
I do miss working on films. Later this year....*crossingfingers*
From there to practica. I was delirious enough at that point but still had mind enough to learn alot and teach a bit. Incredibly successful and cannot wait until the next one.
From there to Lansing. Went with Jer on a road trip. Decided on that while on set. Reminded me of the random road trips I'd have on the fly with Dallywacker and the Boys or Kitty-girl. Slept most of it but woke up to strumming guitars. Sweet. We started off by visiting Jer's old place on a whim. Luckily his old roommate, Mark, just happened to be there. We played hours of pools where I sucked until I had a GORGEOUS three ball run to win the last game. And I got some sweet sweet herbs... Mint tea anyone?
Then a eclectic tour of Lansing including a fish ladder, the Lansing City Market, a beautiful chapel, and the Hall of Justice. Next, dinner with the best family of Napoleon Dynamite fans along with amazing food that I could not pronounce and yummy yummy coffee. Turns out they come from the same town as mandapance...Small world...
Finally to the swing dance party that was partnered with the Ballroom club. Ugh. I have to say that I felt a bit exasperated. Its been a while since I've traveled to a place that I didn't know one person. Sure I knew Jer but he didn't even bother introducing me to his own brother so he was socially worthless. So it came down to me actually growin some balls and asking people to dance. I was afraid to ask the ballroom people b/c well, I know Im not as good at ballroom dances. But I did it anyways and got quite a few nice dances. I'd forgotten how much I actually did know. My uncle taught me well...
So now with the swing dances.... I have a confession. Well, and this is where the blog lives up to its name, yes? *sigh* I am a dance snob.
I'm not as bad as most folks but nonetheless... I am a snob. But I couldn't bear these little swing dancers goofing and paroding the ballroom dancers. Yes, my feelings were a little hurt when only one dancer asked me to dance. BUT COME ON... when a lead asks me if I took the East Coast lesson before the dance BEFORE he even actually gets on the dance floor with me? Are you serious??? And I had to grin through a half assed lindyhop after that question?
I did have fun at the end when I did get to talk and hang out with dancers. There was one exception and I could blame lack of sleep and crankiness.... yet... I hate HATE women that are self-centered, attention whores that have to put others down to get that attention. I don't bloody care if you can say that alcohol plays a part in this outrageous performance. I don't care if they say that they say that they are just being frank and honest. Hiding behind booze and tactless "honesty" is a cop-out.
The reason I hate these people? Because I was her at one point and I wholly regret hurting others to make myself feel I am the important one.
*off soapbox*
Then back to Chicago where Jer and I tried to sleep on the bus. Little success there but good effort was put forth. We hit the ground running once we got into the city.. . So much for a quiet break from the city.
04 April 2006
.: In a Day's Time :.
I'm kinda astounded how much one person can experience in a matter of a 24 hour or so period.
-Jennifer Aniston is not ugly upclose.
-Vince Vaughn is real tall. (I know everything is tall to me....)
-Fake movie snow is mostly lard and smells.
-Movies are not easy to make.
-ONS sighting. **aaaawkwaaard**
-I like sleep and food - a good amount of each is real good.
-Catnapping is superb. Just not on a bus.
-I can still shoot stick with authority.
-I see penii. They're everywhere...
-I hate the silly petty argumentative girly girls that I used to be
-Bubble tea goes well with car wrecks.
-Fish ladders.. Who knew?
-Everyday is full of surprises.
-Jennifer Aniston is not ugly upclose.
-Vince Vaughn is real tall. (I know everything is tall to me....)
-Fake movie snow is mostly lard and smells.
-Movies are not easy to make.
-ONS sighting. **aaaawkwaaard**
-I like sleep and food - a good amount of each is real good.
-Catnapping is superb. Just not on a bus.
-I can still shoot stick with authority.
-I see penii. They're everywhere...
-I hate the silly petty argumentative girly girls that I used to be
-Bubble tea goes well with car wrecks.
-Fish ladders.. Who knew?
-Everyday is full of surprises.
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