Happy Friday!
I hope this reaches everyone in great spirits. The holiday season is one of reflection and reunion, but can also be a time of hardship and heavy hearts. It is my sincere hope that you all feel loved, appreciated, and supported all year round. I am sending positive energy, health, happiness, creativity and joy to each of you.
We are 13 days away from 2010!!! A new beginning, a fresh start, a kick in the heineken and I LOVE IT. My dream sheet has been fine-tuned into a precise goal list, and I'm ready to just bust through the '10 wall. I've had many conversations with my 2009, and I am very happy that we have come to a place of harmony and understanding. It took us a good minute but I have worked with 2009 to resolve any feelings of uncertainty, confusion, and hostility. It is my pleasure to hug it out with 2009 and salute the year with a smile.
Recently, 2009 sat down with me and explained itself. It said, "You are a beautiful bird, and the time has come for you to spread your wings and fly. But if you have never used your wings to soar, we must stretch and prepare them. That preparation can leave you feeling sore and uncomfortable because you've never used your wings before. These are foreign movements. You may want to lay down because the stretching hurts so much, but you've already started the workout so it's best that you struggle through it. You've gotten stronger and stronger but instead of focusing on the growth, you focused on the pain. You told me your wings looked and felt different. You said you didn't fit in with the baby birds and they made fun of your black and blue wings. You wanted to look, feel and act as you did in the past. You questioned if you should get back in the nest with the other baby birds, but it was too late. You had already opened your mouth and expressed to me that you wanted to fly. I'm going to see to it that you learn how to fly with ease, grace, and most importantly, the feeling of freedom. Once you become comfortable with our training, you will feel more willing to fly alone, and then you'll grow into comfort and finally confidence. This is the only way we can fly. We have to learn."
I looked at 2009 and cried, but this time I cried happy tears. Through my training process, I never thought of 2009 as a mentor. I saw him/her as an enemy, someone trying to push me off the edge or drown me. I felt nervous and offended. "Why can't I just get my footing? Why won't you LEAVE ME ALONE! I don't want to do this anymore." But 2009 never left my side. Whenever I felt my wings flapping frantically, 2009 put me on his/her back for a moment until I gathered my bearings. I didn't like when he/she put me right back on that cliff but each time I opened my wings, I stayed in the air a little longer.
2009, you've trained me well. You've forced me to face my fears. You caused me look at my wings and understand I am equipped to fly. I have the necessary tools for magnificent flight. You have prepared me for flight but I must decide if I will soar. I thank you for this challenge and I love you for it.
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This is a year I will never forget. A full year of firsts - unemployment, writer's block, heartburn, facing my personal & professional insecurities, producers' interest followed by lack of follow-through to meeting almost every producer I've ever wanted to meet, pitching at my first festival, planning my family reunion, staying with my father for the first time, pitching my material, solidifying my creative team, casting my projects, and opening my heart to opportunities to grow, love, relate, collaborate, and discover my purpose on this planet. Wow! 2009, you turned my world upside down. I hope that I have done you proud. I will take your lessons and meet 2010 with wide eyes and my heart open. And yes I know, 2010 won't allow me to hold its hand but hopefully he/she'll have a sturdy back in case I need to jump up there for a moment! :)
Thank you for everything.
Love Always,
Kristen Victoria
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The 'Crossover' Chronicles of Kris - 12/3/09
Hey Family,
I'm back. It's been too long. I've missed you. Within the last month, enough people have inspired me to get off my duff & back to the Chronicles. Thank you for allowing me to have your eyes. Thank you for your words of encouragement, as I, too, continue to journey through this thing called life. Because of this cycle of transition and transformation, I found myself wondering if I was doing the 'whoa is me' dance - taking you through too many dips and turns without any Cha Cha slides. I, secretly or not so secretly, love to make people laugh and I was upset I wasn't chuckling. I was really mad I didn't find my growing and changing funny; that I no longer wanted to wrap my experiences up by 'finding the lesson.' So I shut up for a minute and did my 'where's my life going' quandery silently.
Of course, that question plagues each and every one of us daily. I, however, literally cannot escape what seems to be my path. I had pretty much stopped writing altogether for these past two months and in November, I was hit with multiple dreams, meetings, and once in a lifetime debacles. I am being shaken around to the point where I have to fight for my voice. I have no choice but to continue shouting from the rooftops - I HAVE SOMETHNG TO SAY. And it's also been made very clear, that I can either sit around and think about what I wanna do and where I wanna go...or I can just, DUH, do it!!!
Before every road trip, my mother and I bow our heads and say, 'Lord, you are the pilot. I am merely the co-pilot. Please get us to and from safely & soundly. Amen.' We expect to reach our destination unharmed, knowing that God has wrapped His wings around our car. When I travel in planes, I think of Him holding our aircraft, the way that kids direct their toys through the air. It helps unnerve me because I have a fear of flying.
Well...I am currently staring my goals and fear of the unknown in the face so...ahem, here goes -
'Lord, you are the writer, the producer, the director. I am merely the co-writer, co-producer, co-director. Please work through me each and every day as I finish the final draft of this screenplay, begin casting, and seeing these projects through. Please allow me to think, speak, walk with confidence, and share my message and creativity. Amen.'
I love the last month of the year because it's two-fold: the last lap (although this is a cyclical thing, we really don't start a new but it's nice to think along these lines) and the pre-start to the start. It's like brushing your teeth and tying up your shoes before a good morning run. 2010 - here we come! So I'm dedicated to finishing this year with zest, allowing the unknown to encourage me as opposed to plague me. I'm starting the new year with a sense of determination, focus, willingness, openness, and hunger because the only thing that remains the same is change. Constant growth, forward movement, and uphill climbing! My legs may get sore but I can always take a deep breath, regroup, and keep climbing. No looking back!
So 2009, you have blessed me with lots of lessons, mileage, new friends, and more stories to share. And I'm thankful to continue learning and LAUGHING and finding more about the stuff I'm made of.
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IF YOU'RE IN THE NEW YORK CITY AREA, COME TO 'THE BLUE CONGLOMERATE - VIDEO PREMIERE & NETWORKING EVENT' AT KATRA LOUNGE, 217 BOWERY. HOSTED BY JAZZIDREAMER ENTERTAINMENT & IFILL EVENTS!
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Love & Hugs for Days,
Kris
P.S. Dang, I just realized the 'Chronicles' turns 2 tomorrow. :)
I'm back. It's been too long. I've missed you. Within the last month, enough people have inspired me to get off my duff & back to the Chronicles. Thank you for allowing me to have your eyes. Thank you for your words of encouragement, as I, too, continue to journey through this thing called life. Because of this cycle of transition and transformation, I found myself wondering if I was doing the 'whoa is me' dance - taking you through too many dips and turns without any Cha Cha slides. I, secretly or not so secretly, love to make people laugh and I was upset I wasn't chuckling. I was really mad I didn't find my growing and changing funny; that I no longer wanted to wrap my experiences up by 'finding the lesson.' So I shut up for a minute and did my 'where's my life going' quandery silently.
Of course, that question plagues each and every one of us daily. I, however, literally cannot escape what seems to be my path. I had pretty much stopped writing altogether for these past two months and in November, I was hit with multiple dreams, meetings, and once in a lifetime debacles. I am being shaken around to the point where I have to fight for my voice. I have no choice but to continue shouting from the rooftops - I HAVE SOMETHNG TO SAY. And it's also been made very clear, that I can either sit around and think about what I wanna do and where I wanna go...or I can just, DUH, do it!!!
Before every road trip, my mother and I bow our heads and say, 'Lord, you are the pilot. I am merely the co-pilot. Please get us to and from safely & soundly. Amen.' We expect to reach our destination unharmed, knowing that God has wrapped His wings around our car. When I travel in planes, I think of Him holding our aircraft, the way that kids direct their toys through the air. It helps unnerve me because I have a fear of flying.
Well...I am currently staring my goals and fear of the unknown in the face so...ahem, here goes -
'Lord, you are the writer, the producer, the director. I am merely the co-writer, co-producer, co-director. Please work through me each and every day as I finish the final draft of this screenplay, begin casting, and seeing these projects through. Please allow me to think, speak, walk with confidence, and share my message and creativity. Amen.'
I love the last month of the year because it's two-fold: the last lap (although this is a cyclical thing, we really don't start a new but it's nice to think along these lines) and the pre-start to the start. It's like brushing your teeth and tying up your shoes before a good morning run. 2010 - here we come! So I'm dedicated to finishing this year with zest, allowing the unknown to encourage me as opposed to plague me. I'm starting the new year with a sense of determination, focus, willingness, openness, and hunger because the only thing that remains the same is change. Constant growth, forward movement, and uphill climbing! My legs may get sore but I can always take a deep breath, regroup, and keep climbing. No looking back!
So 2009, you have blessed me with lots of lessons, mileage, new friends, and more stories to share. And I'm thankful to continue learning and LAUGHING and finding more about the stuff I'm made of.
*
IF YOU'RE IN THE NEW YORK CITY AREA, COME TO 'THE BLUE CONGLOMERATE - VIDEO PREMIERE & NETWORKING EVENT' AT KATRA LOUNGE, 217 BOWERY. HOSTED BY JAZZIDREAMER ENTERTAINMENT & IFILL EVENTS!
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Love & Hugs for Days,
Kris
P.S. Dang, I just realized the 'Chronicles' turns 2 tomorrow. :)
The 'T-E-A-M' Chronicles of Kris - 10.14.09
Hey Good People,
How are you? It's been a while so I hope this email reaches everyone in a good place! I've been very good, happily occupied in work & play and starting the countdown for my 25th birthday party - NOVEMBER 21ST - that hopefully everyone can make. It's been months since I've seen most of you and I'd love to know how you're doing.
I just wanted to regroup with this sounding board because lately, I've been generally unmoved to write. Of course there's always funny things running through this head of mine but that's not the issue at hand; it's simply time to spend more energy supporting the 'we' as opposed to the 'I.'
Recently, a few close friends and I have spoken at length about dealing with relationships, mostly in regards to having the attention to tend to self and others versus needing to retreat and get our emotions together to then face the world and our loved ones again. Those interactions can be work, family, love, mentor to peer, or friend relationships but no matter how big or small, sometimes we need to just claim our moment to clear our heads and plant our feet again.
Now that we've entered the fourth quarter of the year - and thank the Lord I am finishing strong cause I wasn't so sure about this year a few months ago - I feel like 2009 has been the year of relating: understanding myself in relation to the world and others. I have continually repeated this to myself as I've experienced various highs and lows and highs again, exposed self-criticisms and greatnesses, and discovered more of what I want from myself and what I hope for in this life. Growth is not always comfortable but I am getting used to squirming, asking even more questions than I have posed to you, and making the most of every moment given.
All in all, I am deeply appreciative for all of you. I am so excited that quite a few of you have connected in ways that have changed lives, and I can only hope that we use this circle for the betterment of each other. I desire less to use this forum to speak about myself, and more as a support to encourage each other's growth and providing a universal sounding board. I am currently moving through how to best utilize this awesome community. Hopefully we can do so as I continually reach out and email-harass most of you on a weekly basis. :)
If I have not spoken to you in a while, please please please write back (not reply all!) and let me know what's been going on in your life. I know everyone's transitioning, so please let me know if there's anything I can do to lend a helping hand.
Peace and Love Always!!!
XOXO
Kristen Victoria
How are you? It's been a while so I hope this email reaches everyone in a good place! I've been very good, happily occupied in work & play and starting the countdown for my 25th birthday party - NOVEMBER 21ST - that hopefully everyone can make. It's been months since I've seen most of you and I'd love to know how you're doing.
I just wanted to regroup with this sounding board because lately, I've been generally unmoved to write. Of course there's always funny things running through this head of mine but that's not the issue at hand; it's simply time to spend more energy supporting the 'we' as opposed to the 'I.'
Recently, a few close friends and I have spoken at length about dealing with relationships, mostly in regards to having the attention to tend to self and others versus needing to retreat and get our emotions together to then face the world and our loved ones again. Those interactions can be work, family, love, mentor to peer, or friend relationships but no matter how big or small, sometimes we need to just claim our moment to clear our heads and plant our feet again.
Now that we've entered the fourth quarter of the year - and thank the Lord I am finishing strong cause I wasn't so sure about this year a few months ago - I feel like 2009 has been the year of relating: understanding myself in relation to the world and others. I have continually repeated this to myself as I've experienced various highs and lows and highs again, exposed self-criticisms and greatnesses, and discovered more of what I want from myself and what I hope for in this life. Growth is not always comfortable but I am getting used to squirming, asking even more questions than I have posed to you, and making the most of every moment given.
All in all, I am deeply appreciative for all of you. I am so excited that quite a few of you have connected in ways that have changed lives, and I can only hope that we use this circle for the betterment of each other. I desire less to use this forum to speak about myself, and more as a support to encourage each other's growth and providing a universal sounding board. I am currently moving through how to best utilize this awesome community. Hopefully we can do so as I continually reach out and email-harass most of you on a weekly basis. :)
If I have not spoken to you in a while, please please please write back (not reply all!) and let me know what's been going on in your life. I know everyone's transitioning, so please let me know if there's anything I can do to lend a helping hand.
Peace and Love Always!!!
XOXO
Kristen Victoria
Monday, August 24, 2009
The ‘School Supplies’ Chronicles of Kris – 08/24/09
It’s officially ‘back to school’ time. Five-Star commercials are running like wild fire and kids are pushing passed me in the supermarket for notebooks. I don’t care what gadgets these new fangled kids are getting, us 80s babies got the best and brightest hook ups of them all. I will never forget my mother getting a swarm of Chucky Cheese pencils, only for me to give out each and every one of them before the week was out. By Friday, I was known as the Indian giver because I had to ask for them back. (Sidebar: Why is that called “Indian giver?” I don’t believe Indians gave things and then asked for them back!?! Please let me know!)
Anyway – as Jay-Z says, “You can pay for school but you can’t buy class” and he’s absolutely right. We all know that common sense is the most valuable smarts of them all, but it’s funny how we just don’t wanna pay attention.
Recently, a friend of mine came to me about a dating question. She wanted to know if the person she was digging really likes her, based on a few scenarios presented. I don’t like commenting on people’s situations because Lawd knows I have gotten plenty of sound advice and have not taken it until going through the fire myself. I carefully broke down some of the reasons why I felt the person was not all that interested, most specifically he wasn’t showing initiative. She continued to say, “But he hits me up…but he talks to me for X amount of time.” NO, NO my sister. Not the same thing. Anyone can talk, but who is backing it up!?! Look, don’t listen! PLEASE…I’m telling you…Check yourself before you wreck yourself and wind up swimming in the pool of lovelike by yo’self!!!
As I sat and reflected on my own experiences, I just thought about all the stupid moves I have made, thinking that someone would like me more if I “worked” harder for their attention. What kind of assanine thought is that?!?! That sounds so ridiculous, but that’s really how I was maneuvering. Maybe if I show up…maybe if I just talk about what I want…aww, it doesn’t hurt to reach out first…again…again…and again. It doesn’t hurt them cause they don’t care but it most certainly puts a damper on your parade if you’re hoping and wishing for something that’s not there.
But it’s ok, we all put ourselves through emotional agony. And what’s funny, we know it all along. If we listen closely to our inner voice, we’ll breathe and remain calm for a few more moments so we can catch ourselves…but usually, we’re so hung up those thoughts of tranquility don’t seep through in the least.
It’s so interesting how much thought and weight we put on things that don’t feel great. If it doesn’t feel good, if we’re not laughing, loving, and learning, just cut it off. End of story! Don’t even waste your time. Our time is too precious and too valuable to just waste on contemplation. (This is really easy to say now that I’m not crying my eyes out. LOL But I think I’ve finally gotten it. Maybe.)
Now if someone IS showing you interest and you are interested back, please just have fun with them and learn what it feels like to be appreciated. I’m not really sure how or why we got tricked into just letting our mind jump down the aisle, but let’s dial it back and just enjoy our present.
What a difference 5 years makes when it comes to life lessons and just age old personal experience. Goodness gracious great northern beans…LOL.
Ok, that’s it for me for now!! Let’s use our common sense. If it doesn’t fit, we must acquit! Size 7 shoes on Size 9 feet never fit, no matter how hard you squeeze. Try another shoe on or get crazy corns and an irritated heel. HA. Gotta get back to writing.
Love,
Kris
Anyway – as Jay-Z says, “You can pay for school but you can’t buy class” and he’s absolutely right. We all know that common sense is the most valuable smarts of them all, but it’s funny how we just don’t wanna pay attention.
Recently, a friend of mine came to me about a dating question. She wanted to know if the person she was digging really likes her, based on a few scenarios presented. I don’t like commenting on people’s situations because Lawd knows I have gotten plenty of sound advice and have not taken it until going through the fire myself. I carefully broke down some of the reasons why I felt the person was not all that interested, most specifically he wasn’t showing initiative. She continued to say, “But he hits me up…but he talks to me for X amount of time.” NO, NO my sister. Not the same thing. Anyone can talk, but who is backing it up!?! Look, don’t listen! PLEASE…I’m telling you…Check yourself before you wreck yourself and wind up swimming in the pool of lovelike by yo’self!!!
As I sat and reflected on my own experiences, I just thought about all the stupid moves I have made, thinking that someone would like me more if I “worked” harder for their attention. What kind of assanine thought is that?!?! That sounds so ridiculous, but that’s really how I was maneuvering. Maybe if I show up…maybe if I just talk about what I want…aww, it doesn’t hurt to reach out first…again…again…and again. It doesn’t hurt them cause they don’t care but it most certainly puts a damper on your parade if you’re hoping and wishing for something that’s not there.
But it’s ok, we all put ourselves through emotional agony. And what’s funny, we know it all along. If we listen closely to our inner voice, we’ll breathe and remain calm for a few more moments so we can catch ourselves…but usually, we’re so hung up those thoughts of tranquility don’t seep through in the least.
It’s so interesting how much thought and weight we put on things that don’t feel great. If it doesn’t feel good, if we’re not laughing, loving, and learning, just cut it off. End of story! Don’t even waste your time. Our time is too precious and too valuable to just waste on contemplation. (This is really easy to say now that I’m not crying my eyes out. LOL But I think I’ve finally gotten it. Maybe.)
Now if someone IS showing you interest and you are interested back, please just have fun with them and learn what it feels like to be appreciated. I’m not really sure how or why we got tricked into just letting our mind jump down the aisle, but let’s dial it back and just enjoy our present.
What a difference 5 years makes when it comes to life lessons and just age old personal experience. Goodness gracious great northern beans…LOL.
Ok, that’s it for me for now!! Let’s use our common sense. If it doesn’t fit, we must acquit! Size 7 shoes on Size 9 feet never fit, no matter how hard you squeeze. Try another shoe on or get crazy corns and an irritated heel. HA. Gotta get back to writing.
Love,
Kris
The ‘Pop Culture’ Chronicles of Kris – 08/24/09: A Commentary on HBO's True Blood
Is anyone half as obsessed about HBO’s True Blood as I am?!? Oh my goodness, I LOVE that gosh darn show!!! I know, I know…A few of you can’t get into the blood and guts of it all, but if you can get passed the obvious turnoffs and things that naturally make us uneasy, the overall message of the show sticks out like a sore thumb.
In case you don’t watch, let’s fill you in right here and now. True Blood is about a young woman named Sookie who falls in love with a vampire named Bill. Sookie can read minds and this helps her navigate through danger as she and Bill face life-threatening moments throughout the series. That’s not even the half of what goes on, but basically Bill and Sookie are able to transcend the social boundaries of “human” and “vampire”; they help others regardless of who or what they are.
My best friend and I spend hours debriefing the show because it’s an obvious allegory for what’s going on today. Vampires want equal rights in this land of humans, and the radical humans will go through Hell and high water to make sure this doesn’t happen. But as we journey through the story lines, we realize that humans and vampires are much the same. And we’re coming to a point where humans and vampires have to come together to fight for a cause that’s bigger than their social prejudices. They must literally destroy evil. Oh my goodness, LOOOOVE IT!
What’s funny about the show is that in this point of the season, most of the townspeople have been possessed by the demonic energy and have been filled with “nothingness.” Last night Sookie read into her best friend’s brain and saw complete darkness, blank thoughts. This is also synonymous with today’s culture. If we, as a people, don’t wake up and stand for something, we’re just gonna fall for anything without so much as a second thought. Well, I’m not saying anything new. Our nation has already fallen into political propaganda and mainstream rigamaro, etc…our population has allowed itself to become lazy, stagnant, we can’t even pinpoint good entertainment anymore. We just sit and watch these disgustingly degrading reality shows, and think nothing of it. And we’re in such a massive consumer climate that we just want to want…and it’s not even for anything specific. In “True Blood,” the townspeople have become heathens; they are greedy and lustful beyond belief. It’s soooo flippin nutso crazy (lol) but honestly, completely fathomable for our real world at the rate we’re going. There will come a point in this life where as a global community, we’re going to be forced to come together for the greater good and expansion of ourselves. Times are changing and I hope we’re taking note…
So all in all, go get the boxed set for Kwanzaa! True Blood is LIKE THAT!
In case you don’t watch, let’s fill you in right here and now. True Blood is about a young woman named Sookie who falls in love with a vampire named Bill. Sookie can read minds and this helps her navigate through danger as she and Bill face life-threatening moments throughout the series. That’s not even the half of what goes on, but basically Bill and Sookie are able to transcend the social boundaries of “human” and “vampire”; they help others regardless of who or what they are.
My best friend and I spend hours debriefing the show because it’s an obvious allegory for what’s going on today. Vampires want equal rights in this land of humans, and the radical humans will go through Hell and high water to make sure this doesn’t happen. But as we journey through the story lines, we realize that humans and vampires are much the same. And we’re coming to a point where humans and vampires have to come together to fight for a cause that’s bigger than their social prejudices. They must literally destroy evil. Oh my goodness, LOOOOVE IT!
What’s funny about the show is that in this point of the season, most of the townspeople have been possessed by the demonic energy and have been filled with “nothingness.” Last night Sookie read into her best friend’s brain and saw complete darkness, blank thoughts. This is also synonymous with today’s culture. If we, as a people, don’t wake up and stand for something, we’re just gonna fall for anything without so much as a second thought. Well, I’m not saying anything new. Our nation has already fallen into political propaganda and mainstream rigamaro, etc…our population has allowed itself to become lazy, stagnant, we can’t even pinpoint good entertainment anymore. We just sit and watch these disgustingly degrading reality shows, and think nothing of it. And we’re in such a massive consumer climate that we just want to want…and it’s not even for anything specific. In “True Blood,” the townspeople have become heathens; they are greedy and lustful beyond belief. It’s soooo flippin nutso crazy (lol) but honestly, completely fathomable for our real world at the rate we’re going. There will come a point in this life where as a global community, we’re going to be forced to come together for the greater good and expansion of ourselves. Times are changing and I hope we’re taking note…
So all in all, go get the boxed set for Kwanzaa! True Blood is LIKE THAT!
The 'Ego Check' Chronicles of Kris - 08/24/09
*HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NICOLE!*
*HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLUE!*
Good Morning Everyone,
Happy Monday! I am so excited for this day because it’s another opportunity to “get it right.” To do something we haven’t dared, to correct something that has had a negative effect, or to continue with the plan of excellence that may be clicking. No matter what category you fall in, make it a great day because we will never have 08/24/09 again.
Before I continue, I want to apologize for my last Chronicles posting (“Summer Daze”) in which I vented about how transitional this time has been. For those who do not know (which I take it is most of you), I have been funemployed for most of the year. I’ve been “ok,” but there are emotional ups and downs that come with the territory. The usual “I’m too talented to be at home” statements and then there’s the moment of “Am I marketing myself properly?” and then finally, then it dawns on you, “The old approach is not what’s cutting it these days” Granted, I have not found the magic touch in terms of dollars, I really cannot see this phase lasting too much longer. I mean, besides the fact that the big ol 2-5 is coming around the bend. Through it all or shall I say “nothing at all” (lol), I’ve managed to remain productive in a number of areas – finishing up all writing FINALLY and moving forward with some non-traditional methods of getting the brand out there. All in all, this year has been a productive one, and I, too, go through valleys. Definitely more peaks than valleys but there have to be moments of rearrangement so that we can get to the other side.
Lately I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the “ego.” Within the past few months, I’ve encountered many people that just mouth off. I mean they just run off at the mouth! Chirp, chirp, chirpin’ about who they are, what they are, the people they know, and what they have that I don’t. Most of these people have had success in their own right, but haven’t we all? YES! I am semi-narcoleptic so when people come to me and don’t give me room to chime in edgewise, I get sleepy pretty quickly. LOL It’s true.
One thing remains true every time – I AM NOT IMPRESSED. I really dislike people who run down their resumes at first handshake, particularly because it’s a shield. It’s a way of keeping people at bay, intimidating folks, and making them believe that you’re all of this grandeur when really “you ain’t nobody.” I don’t do the networking scene very well because of that. I love to meet people and to connect – actually I’m beginning to think connecting people is part of my life’s mission – but I do not do all that resume listing for sport. It’s not cute. So when people come to me wanting to partner and they run off at the mouth about all they supposedly have, it turns me off from seeing who they really are. Also, it’s just a waste of time.
I say this because I’ve taken many a boring meeting and thought, Oh my goodness, is this meeting about you or about what we can do to help each other grow. SMH. (LOL)
The “ego” is a whole other entity of our person and if we let it run wild, it will ruin us. I also say this because of my previous inability to see that it’s ok to try something new or what can be seen as “lower on the totem pole” so that I can continue building my portfolio and work my way back up. There’s nothing wrong with trying new positions & new partnerships if we come at it with the right perspective. But when our guards are up, we’re not allowing ourselves to see the blessings in the newness being presented. I don’t like having my ego up so I can only pray that God continues to connect me with like-minded people and situations that can allow my creativity and trust level to grow…
When we’re alright with self, there’s no need of convincing people who we are, and what we have. Let’s just be.
I’m getting my swag back (LOL) so you may get a Chronicles flood this morning. I hope you’re doing well and I hope to see you soon. Oh yes, Michael Jackson weekend!! If you love MJ and you live in NY, I better see you partying! J
Love
Kris
*HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLUE!*
Good Morning Everyone,
Happy Monday! I am so excited for this day because it’s another opportunity to “get it right.” To do something we haven’t dared, to correct something that has had a negative effect, or to continue with the plan of excellence that may be clicking. No matter what category you fall in, make it a great day because we will never have 08/24/09 again.
Before I continue, I want to apologize for my last Chronicles posting (“Summer Daze”) in which I vented about how transitional this time has been. For those who do not know (which I take it is most of you), I have been funemployed for most of the year. I’ve been “ok,” but there are emotional ups and downs that come with the territory. The usual “I’m too talented to be at home” statements and then there’s the moment of “Am I marketing myself properly?” and then finally, then it dawns on you, “The old approach is not what’s cutting it these days” Granted, I have not found the magic touch in terms of dollars, I really cannot see this phase lasting too much longer. I mean, besides the fact that the big ol 2-5 is coming around the bend. Through it all or shall I say “nothing at all” (lol), I’ve managed to remain productive in a number of areas – finishing up all writing FINALLY and moving forward with some non-traditional methods of getting the brand out there. All in all, this year has been a productive one, and I, too, go through valleys. Definitely more peaks than valleys but there have to be moments of rearrangement so that we can get to the other side.
Lately I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the “ego.” Within the past few months, I’ve encountered many people that just mouth off. I mean they just run off at the mouth! Chirp, chirp, chirpin’ about who they are, what they are, the people they know, and what they have that I don’t. Most of these people have had success in their own right, but haven’t we all? YES! I am semi-narcoleptic so when people come to me and don’t give me room to chime in edgewise, I get sleepy pretty quickly. LOL It’s true.
One thing remains true every time – I AM NOT IMPRESSED. I really dislike people who run down their resumes at first handshake, particularly because it’s a shield. It’s a way of keeping people at bay, intimidating folks, and making them believe that you’re all of this grandeur when really “you ain’t nobody.” I don’t do the networking scene very well because of that. I love to meet people and to connect – actually I’m beginning to think connecting people is part of my life’s mission – but I do not do all that resume listing for sport. It’s not cute. So when people come to me wanting to partner and they run off at the mouth about all they supposedly have, it turns me off from seeing who they really are. Also, it’s just a waste of time.
I say this because I’ve taken many a boring meeting and thought, Oh my goodness, is this meeting about you or about what we can do to help each other grow. SMH. (LOL)
The “ego” is a whole other entity of our person and if we let it run wild, it will ruin us. I also say this because of my previous inability to see that it’s ok to try something new or what can be seen as “lower on the totem pole” so that I can continue building my portfolio and work my way back up. There’s nothing wrong with trying new positions & new partnerships if we come at it with the right perspective. But when our guards are up, we’re not allowing ourselves to see the blessings in the newness being presented. I don’t like having my ego up so I can only pray that God continues to connect me with like-minded people and situations that can allow my creativity and trust level to grow…
When we’re alright with self, there’s no need of convincing people who we are, and what we have. Let’s just be.
I’m getting my swag back (LOL) so you may get a Chronicles flood this morning. I hope you’re doing well and I hope to see you soon. Oh yes, Michael Jackson weekend!! If you love MJ and you live in NY, I better see you partying! J
Love
Kris
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The 'Let Go of Summer Daze' Chronicles of Kris - 08/12/09
Hi Everyone,
How are you? I know it's been more than a hot minute since I've reached out, and my only excuse is "taking a summer break." However, we all know that I bask in the opportunity to run my mouth and type feverishly so I really don't know what happened. A week turned into two weeks, and then I just took an unforeseen hiatus for every reason and no reason at all. But I'm back, kicking and screaming, and that's all that matters.
It's not even Fall and I'm already starting the countdown to my 25th birthday, which is on November 25th if you'd like to count down with me. Besides the fact that I am trying to decide between a New Jack Swing or MJ themed party, I feel like some things might actually start clicking by then. This year has been, well, interesting. Slow to say the least. Transformative to say the most. Going at its own pace but it is indeed going with intention. It's one of those caterpillar seasons, but alas we know those pretty wings are coming soon!
I am intrigued, bored, excited, nervous, pensive, motivated, lazy, and jazzidreaming all at the same time. I'm not one for a pot luck of emotions because all that mixed up together can sometimes equal stagnation. So I try to block out my thoughts of the unknown and keep on stepping. That's turned out to be effective as I am always plotting and planning my world takeover. But one thing is true - I am in limbo. An "I really can't tell ya what's going on" kind of limbo. An "I'm gonna ride the wave and see what shore I end up on" kind of limbo. I'm almost to the point of the "Stop asking me what I'm up to because I'm trying to figure it out myself" kind of limbo. This is the kind of feeling friends come to me with, so it's oddly uncomfortable when I am forced to take a look in the mirror. I do use my own advice but it's time to take down more notes from another, not so well known book. I suppose this is what occurs when we are forced to try new things that make us squrim but will ultimately make us better. Simply - Out with the old, in with the new. How can we move on if we don't want to let go?
The new feels so much better any ol way but yet somehow we wanna look back and try to make our former comfortable ways, people, experiences, modes of operation work. AND. THEY. JUST. CAN'T. I know I'm not speaking in specifics because I really don't have any one specific story in mind. All I know is that this has been one heck of a year with Obama as president, swine flu running rampid, the weather going mad, Michael Jackson flying back to the galaxy, several births and deaths, and Twitter shutting down for an entire day - I know, the world's truly coming to the end with that one. LOL
Sometimes I feel like nothing is going on in my life because the job market is super slow but then I stop and think about all the life changes I've experienced in the last 8 months. A number of people (new and old) have walked in and out of my life to illuminate some part of me. I have made significant strides with my "passion projects" which will no doubt be "put on" before the year's end. Lance Drummonds, me artist, me pal, has made a tremendous climb - almost 300,000 hits on his www.lancedrummondsmusic.wordpress.com blog. It is a wonderful feeling to believe in someone and watch their dream and the collective team mature steadily. And loved ones have all made courageous leaps within this same time frame. So you know what, I guess this is the year that's molding me into a true adult - and damn it, IT. IS. WEIRD... Aaah well, such is life.
I suppose this is also the formula for champions. An old chapter closing, a new chapter beginning... I just wish it would begin already!!!
You know what loves, it's passed my bedtime. It's about that time to take some Claritin and hit the hay. My allergies/cold symptoms are acting up!
Cinnamon Toast Crunch & Jello Pudd'n Pops,
Kristen Victoria
P.S. The Not So Randomness:
1) Act like you know and watch True Blood. I'm absolutely hooked! HBO, 9pm!
2) Start saving your energy for the weekend of 08/29/09 - MJ's birthday!!! (Goodness, I hope I don't break another shoe on the dance floor.)
3) I have broken the bank with my 2009 traveling so if you are an out of towner and you already know I love you, stop by mi casa!
4) I read "Act Like a Lady, Think Like A Man" finally...of course when I needed it and should have been applying some of the things we all instinctively know and don't act upon, I didn't want to touch the book. There's nothing new in there except common sense. It's a cry out for less dreamy thoughts and more real life analysis. Quick read. I recommend.
5) Big Hugs and Well Wishes All Around! :)
How are you? I know it's been more than a hot minute since I've reached out, and my only excuse is "taking a summer break." However, we all know that I bask in the opportunity to run my mouth and type feverishly so I really don't know what happened. A week turned into two weeks, and then I just took an unforeseen hiatus for every reason and no reason at all. But I'm back, kicking and screaming, and that's all that matters.
It's not even Fall and I'm already starting the countdown to my 25th birthday, which is on November 25th if you'd like to count down with me. Besides the fact that I am trying to decide between a New Jack Swing or MJ themed party, I feel like some things might actually start clicking by then. This year has been, well, interesting. Slow to say the least. Transformative to say the most. Going at its own pace but it is indeed going with intention. It's one of those caterpillar seasons, but alas we know those pretty wings are coming soon!
I am intrigued, bored, excited, nervous, pensive, motivated, lazy, and jazzidreaming all at the same time. I'm not one for a pot luck of emotions because all that mixed up together can sometimes equal stagnation. So I try to block out my thoughts of the unknown and keep on stepping. That's turned out to be effective as I am always plotting and planning my world takeover. But one thing is true - I am in limbo. An "I really can't tell ya what's going on" kind of limbo. An "I'm gonna ride the wave and see what shore I end up on" kind of limbo. I'm almost to the point of the "Stop asking me what I'm up to because I'm trying to figure it out myself" kind of limbo. This is the kind of feeling friends come to me with, so it's oddly uncomfortable when I am forced to take a look in the mirror. I do use my own advice but it's time to take down more notes from another, not so well known book. I suppose this is what occurs when we are forced to try new things that make us squrim but will ultimately make us better. Simply - Out with the old, in with the new. How can we move on if we don't want to let go?
The new feels so much better any ol way but yet somehow we wanna look back and try to make our former comfortable ways, people, experiences, modes of operation work. AND. THEY. JUST. CAN'T. I know I'm not speaking in specifics because I really don't have any one specific story in mind. All I know is that this has been one heck of a year with Obama as president, swine flu running rampid, the weather going mad, Michael Jackson flying back to the galaxy, several births and deaths, and Twitter shutting down for an entire day - I know, the world's truly coming to the end with that one. LOL
Sometimes I feel like nothing is going on in my life because the job market is super slow but then I stop and think about all the life changes I've experienced in the last 8 months. A number of people (new and old) have walked in and out of my life to illuminate some part of me. I have made significant strides with my "passion projects" which will no doubt be "put on" before the year's end. Lance Drummonds, me artist, me pal, has made a tremendous climb - almost 300,000 hits on his www.lancedrummondsmusic.wordpress.com blog. It is a wonderful feeling to believe in someone and watch their dream and the collective team mature steadily. And loved ones have all made courageous leaps within this same time frame. So you know what, I guess this is the year that's molding me into a true adult - and damn it, IT. IS. WEIRD... Aaah well, such is life.
I suppose this is also the formula for champions. An old chapter closing, a new chapter beginning... I just wish it would begin already!!!
You know what loves, it's passed my bedtime. It's about that time to take some Claritin and hit the hay. My allergies/cold symptoms are acting up!
Cinnamon Toast Crunch & Jello Pudd'n Pops,
Kristen Victoria
P.S. The Not So Randomness:
1) Act like you know and watch True Blood. I'm absolutely hooked! HBO, 9pm!
2) Start saving your energy for the weekend of 08/29/09 - MJ's birthday!!! (Goodness, I hope I don't break another shoe on the dance floor.)
3) I have broken the bank with my 2009 traveling so if you are an out of towner and you already know I love you, stop by mi casa!
4) I read "Act Like a Lady, Think Like A Man" finally...of course when I needed it and should have been applying some of the things we all instinctively know and don't act upon, I didn't want to touch the book. There's nothing new in there except common sense. It's a cry out for less dreamy thoughts and more real life analysis. Quick read. I recommend.
5) Big Hugs and Well Wishes All Around! :)
Friday, July 17, 2009
The ‘Sacrificial Dress’ Chronicles of Kris – 07/17/09
Good Morning Mi Familia,
How are you? July is one of my favorite months and it's zooming on by just like the rest of 'em. I have to be careful not to wish the time away though, as I thought we were already in the 20s. Time for me to slow MY roll.
Although I made it home late Saturday night, I mentally lollygagged my way back to Jersey on Wednesday. As you can see, I've gotten back in a "no pattern" sleeping rhythm so who knows when I'm gonna get sleepy. But that's only a minute detail to a wonderful start to the 2nd half of the year. Despite losing my favorite dress, the trip to LA was a WIN. Because of the late planning and attempt to cut costs, I refused to reserve a hotel room. It just didn't make sense to spend money to shower and sleep and spend absolutely no time in my room. So my friend/chronicler Brandon (everyone say hi!) so graciously extended his apartment to me the night I got in while my writing partner La Shell (say hi again) reached out to her friends so that I could be accommodated for the rest of the week. However, when I touched down at LAX, my brother and sister were waiting outside for me. I knew they were supposed to take me to my rental car, but they asked "Ok, so what are your plans for tonight?" When I told them, I would be waiting for my friend to get off work, my sister just sped off down the freeway. Ooookkkk. Um, I guess I'm going back to THEIR house. I nervously texted between chatter until we got to their house. No rental car pick up (lol), we just drove...
When we arrived, I greeted their mother and minutes later, my father came through the door. He took me inside of one of the bedrooms and said that I was welcome to stay for the week. I was pretty surprised, but not terribly anxious about it. It was one of those calm, sedate "wow, that's great" kind of thankfulnesses. My brother gave up his room and I slept in there for the duration of the week. You know, prior to last week, I never once thought about staying there or what it would be like to experience my father's home life...and I never really fully considered having siblings. I mean, I've just always said I have half-siblings and a step-sister but really, we're not half-people so it is what it is. We're related by blood or extension or experience. Case closed (if you've reached this level of comfort - lol). As much as I didn't know what to expect, I'm sure they didn't know either but I was very grateful that all four of them opened their hearts to me. That was really a wonderful experience to see a different side of my father I had never been exposed to and to just be myself without having my guard up. I'm thankful for that time of laugher, of clowning, of fellowship, and I'm still shocked that everyone got up at 6:30am to see me off. Wow, that was really nice. So I'll see them again. Good times had by all.
The LA TV Fest brought me out to the West Coast but even if nothing pans out due directly to the festival, I left with so much more than professional experience. I did gain many contacts and pitch a show which was great. But the highlight (besides staying with my family) was meeting the Bythewoods. You all know I've been ranting and raving about this couple (writer/directors Gina and Reggie Bythewood) since they touched base with me in April. THEY ARE THE FREAKIN BOMB! It's one thing to respect someone's craft but it's another thing to meet them and gain respect for their essence and what they stand for as people. They were so gracious and interested in what I had to say to him, and all I kept thinking was, "Wow, I can't wait to be in their shoes, inspiring young talent behind me." They are so not Hollywood...and it has been awesome to just have people listen to me, respect my talent, and just say in so many words "We're watching you, young sister." I basically left their house screaming because it's no accident that I am being guided to such humble spirits, those who live and work to love, and work to love and live.
So yes, the angels wrapped themselves around my plane's wings when it was pouring down rain on July 7th (during the live MJ tribute that I was missing!) and I arrived and departed safely. The two-day festival was very informative and being a door monitor was tiring because I was standing for 12 hours straight. I changed my clothes for the pitch meetings and due to the excitement of the week, I didn't even realize the dress was gone until I was packing for my departure to Newark. I called the hotel but who'd leave a stunner like that over the bathroom door besides me?! :( Ahh well, a small price to pay for a wonderful adventure! This journey is a blessing, and I'm so thankful for those who have gone on before me, who stand beside me, and those who are coming behind me. Aaah yes, and of course Michael is moonwalking across the sky. :)
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With that said, PART 2 OF MY ONLINE RADIO INTERVIEW WITH BLOG TALK RADIO'S BEYOND THE BLING WILL BE THIS COMING TUESDAY, JULY 21ST AT
9PM EST. GO TO WWW.BLOGTALKRADIO.COM/BEYONDTHEBLING OR CALL IN AT 347-945-5306. YES, YOU CAN LISTEN IN VIA WEB OR PHONE.
Have a wonderful weekend...Keep smiling and shining...and hit an MJ tribute party just for me!
XOXO
Kris
Friday, July 10, 2009
The 'Re-UP' Chronicles of Kris - 07/10/09
Good Morning My Lovelies & Handsomes!
Mum's been the word for the past few weeks, not because you haven't crossed my mind...there's just been ALOT happening all at once. On June 25th, I had planned to write this big ol testimonial entry and right when I hit the computer, I got wind that Michael Joseph Jackson died. WHAT?!? If you know me at all, you know that "MJ dead" isn't quite possible in my world. In short, I've never thought MJ was human to begin with so he's probably moonwalking in the galaxy, talking with God & the sacred ones, and pointing to the next planet he wants to rock cause you know Earth wasn't his first stop anyway! I still have my MJ picture I used to carry with me each day in elementary school. KRISTEN VICTORIA LOVES YOU MICHAEL, and I wish I could have been born 10 years earlier so we could have been real, true, "Precious Moments" friends.
Even if I don't want to stop jumping around & yelling to the Jacksons all day long, I have to because I have an extraordinary life to live too! In the last few weeks, I've had the amazing opportunity of being featured on an online radio program (thank you to all who called in!!!), getting in touch with some amazingly talented and well-known producers, pitching my work, and being selected to volunteer at the LA TV Festival this week. The momentum of the last few weeks has been so humbling. I feel a breakthrough in the midst, and I finally feel good about walking in it, and just letting the miracle happen. A few months ago I was super nervous about showcasing any work and the power of saying "I am..." versus "I think I am/can..." is ABSOLUTELY DIFFERENT. Not sure if anyone knows this but when MIchael was recording Thriller, he wrote on his mirror constantly. "I am going to sell 20 million albums. I am going to make the greatest selling album of all time." No matter what else went on in his life, Michael tapped into that God power, the fearlessness it takes to be GREAT. I've often thought that greatness cannot really function well in a mediocre society, one that prides itself in getting over (yes, America!). But anyway, my goal is to tear down those walls of doubt and just be freakin spectacular...
The TV Fest was a great experience, and oddly enough alot of people were inspired by "my story." We all have a story, and since I was a door monitor, I probably ended up testifying at least 7 times. I was the only person from WAAAY out of town. Briefly, a few mentors strongly suggested that I make my way out here. By the time I looked up the info, the pitch pit opportunity for show creators was closed and the registration fee was $550. Um yea, not paying that much. But the very next day, I "bumped" into a former colleague who suggested I volunteer. He reached out to the volunteer committee but there were no more spots left. Of course, I'm thinking I'm still gonna go...and I got a call just last week asking if I was still available. So, I was a last-minute shoe in for the volunteer spot and I got my behind out here. Guess where I'm staying? Aaah, with my father and his family.
So that takes the trip into a whole other stratosphere which I haven't really broken down yet. I'm really happy to have this opportunity to spend quality time in my father's comfort zone, talk with him, have dinner with a piece of me (siblings whom I don't know too well), and even learn the hustle from my father. We are building a relationship and I am most excited about facing some of the emptiness that (he and) I may have felt and moving THROUGH that. I appreciate all of them opening their home and extending their hearts to me. Everything in due time, in HIS time...
It's a calm, quiet morning in California. I'm so Eastern Standard Timed out it's not even funny. I meet with the Bythewoods for lunch this afternoon. Still trippin out that they have carved out that time. I vow to always make time for those up and comers who email and call me...cause Lord knows I'm getting at these folks, and it's amazing to be heard!
*workloveplay in progress*
Please check out the upgraded www.jazzidreamer.net and tell me what you think.
Love and hugs from the left coast!
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
Mum's been the word for the past few weeks, not because you haven't crossed my mind...there's just been ALOT happening all at once. On June 25th, I had planned to write this big ol testimonial entry and right when I hit the computer, I got wind that Michael Joseph Jackson died. WHAT?!? If you know me at all, you know that "MJ dead" isn't quite possible in my world. In short, I've never thought MJ was human to begin with so he's probably moonwalking in the galaxy, talking with God & the sacred ones, and pointing to the next planet he wants to rock cause you know Earth wasn't his first stop anyway! I still have my MJ picture I used to carry with me each day in elementary school. KRISTEN VICTORIA LOVES YOU MICHAEL, and I wish I could have been born 10 years earlier so we could have been real, true, "Precious Moments" friends.
Even if I don't want to stop jumping around & yelling to the Jacksons all day long, I have to because I have an extraordinary life to live too! In the last few weeks, I've had the amazing opportunity of being featured on an online radio program (thank you to all who called in!!!), getting in touch with some amazingly talented and well-known producers, pitching my work, and being selected to volunteer at the LA TV Festival this week. The momentum of the last few weeks has been so humbling. I feel a breakthrough in the midst, and I finally feel good about walking in it, and just letting the miracle happen. A few months ago I was super nervous about showcasing any work and the power of saying "I am..." versus "I think I am/can..." is ABSOLUTELY DIFFERENT. Not sure if anyone knows this but when MIchael was recording Thriller, he wrote on his mirror constantly. "I am going to sell 20 million albums. I am going to make the greatest selling album of all time." No matter what else went on in his life, Michael tapped into that God power, the fearlessness it takes to be GREAT. I've often thought that greatness cannot really function well in a mediocre society, one that prides itself in getting over (yes, America!). But anyway, my goal is to tear down those walls of doubt and just be freakin spectacular...
The TV Fest was a great experience, and oddly enough alot of people were inspired by "my story." We all have a story, and since I was a door monitor, I probably ended up testifying at least 7 times. I was the only person from WAAAY out of town. Briefly, a few mentors strongly suggested that I make my way out here. By the time I looked up the info, the pitch pit opportunity for show creators was closed and the registration fee was $550. Um yea, not paying that much. But the very next day, I "bumped" into a former colleague who suggested I volunteer. He reached out to the volunteer committee but there were no more spots left. Of course, I'm thinking I'm still gonna go...and I got a call just last week asking if I was still available. So, I was a last-minute shoe in for the volunteer spot and I got my behind out here. Guess where I'm staying? Aaah, with my father and his family.
So that takes the trip into a whole other stratosphere which I haven't really broken down yet. I'm really happy to have this opportunity to spend quality time in my father's comfort zone, talk with him, have dinner with a piece of me (siblings whom I don't know too well), and even learn the hustle from my father. We are building a relationship and I am most excited about facing some of the emptiness that (he and) I may have felt and moving THROUGH that. I appreciate all of them opening their home and extending their hearts to me. Everything in due time, in HIS time...
It's a calm, quiet morning in California. I'm so Eastern Standard Timed out it's not even funny. I meet with the Bythewoods for lunch this afternoon. Still trippin out that they have carved out that time. I vow to always make time for those up and comers who email and call me...cause Lord knows I'm getting at these folks, and it's amazing to be heard!
*workloveplay in progress*
Please check out the upgraded www.jazzidreamer.net and tell me what you think.
Love and hugs from the left coast!
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The 'Do For Love' Chronicles of Kris - 06/17/09
I was just scrolling around my favorite gossip site, www.theybf.com, and stumbled upon this quote from Common:
"One of the most extreme things I’ve done is be extremely in love,” says the actor-rapper, 37, who stars in Terminator Salvation. “It was just the whole lifestyle I chose; I sat down and helped plant a garden with her! That went a little too far for me. But I was trying to be in a balanced relationship and do some of the things that she would enjoy, too. Then afterward you think, ‘Dang – did I do all that?'"
Have YOU ever looked back and thought, "What the hell was I thinking?"
If you'd like to comment, email me at kristen@jazzidreamer.net.
I'll probably write more on this topic later...
"One of the most extreme things I’ve done is be extremely in love,” says the actor-rapper, 37, who stars in Terminator Salvation. “It was just the whole lifestyle I chose; I sat down and helped plant a garden with her! That went a little too far for me. But I was trying to be in a balanced relationship and do some of the things that she would enjoy, too. Then afterward you think, ‘Dang – did I do all that?'"
Have YOU ever looked back and thought, "What the hell was I thinking?"
If you'd like to comment, email me at kristen@jazzidreamer.net.
I'll probably write more on this topic later...
The 'Beyonce Factor' Chronicles of Kris - 06/17/09
I'm starting to think all this "I am Sasha Fierce, hear me roar" is having an adverse effect on fans, stans, and everything outside of & in between. For those of you who do not know, I looove Beyonce and I have from the moment "No No No" dropped with the original Destiny's Chil'en. My best friend was a hater for years and somehow MusicWorld/Columbia's marketing plan went out to snatch the haters, and they caught Sabreen right in the heart. (Now she's a bigger stan than me!)
We love her because she's fearless, she's bad, and she just can't do any wrong. But I despise her for these same reasons. When's the last time we saw homegirl in sneakers? Does she work out in heels? Or is paparazzi not allowed around when she's got on S dots... I mean come on! Pick your nose or show a hair track, hell laugh and snort for a second...do something! So far the most natural Beyonce moment of the year has been performing for the Obamas. I was hoping she'd ball right on camera but damn it, she still ONLY got a little choked up. I wanna see some human emotion and spontaneity now Beyonce, NOW!
She used to do these things during Destiny's Child '99 (before they got all pop on us). She couldn't help but OBVIOUSLY be the frontrunner, bossing - AHEM, I mean motivating - people around with her country accent. But now she is slim, prim and proper and leaving the "snap in a Z formation" attitude at home.
I am, however, not surprised that Beyonce is as successful as she is. The machine started 20 years ago and excellence takes practice, sacrifice, and determination. I love Bee for that...she stops at nothing...again and again and again. And when she breaks down one wall, she builds 10 more she's gotta climb. So in no way am I dismissing Beyonce's work ethic, hunger, or drive.
Wait...you thought Kelly and Michelle's stage falls were bad and then WHAM...POP....BOOM... of course, Beyonce even falls and bounces back up like a superstar!
I can't front...I love this girl!
We love her because she's fearless, she's bad, and she just can't do any wrong. But I despise her for these same reasons. When's the last time we saw homegirl in sneakers? Does she work out in heels? Or is paparazzi not allowed around when she's got on S dots... I mean come on! Pick your nose or show a hair track, hell laugh and snort for a second...do something! So far the most natural Beyonce moment of the year has been performing for the Obamas. I was hoping she'd ball right on camera but damn it, she still ONLY got a little choked up. I wanna see some human emotion and spontaneity now Beyonce, NOW!
She used to do these things during Destiny's Child '99 (before they got all pop on us). She couldn't help but OBVIOUSLY be the frontrunner, bossing - AHEM, I mean motivating - people around with her country accent. But now she is slim, prim and proper and leaving the "snap in a Z formation" attitude at home.
I am, however, not surprised that Beyonce is as successful as she is. The machine started 20 years ago and excellence takes practice, sacrifice, and determination. I love Bee for that...she stops at nothing...again and again and again. And when she breaks down one wall, she builds 10 more she's gotta climb. So in no way am I dismissing Beyonce's work ethic, hunger, or drive.
Wait...you thought Kelly and Michelle's stage falls were bad and then WHAM...POP....BOOM... of course, Beyonce even falls and bounces back up like a superstar!
I can't front...I love this girl!
The "Ain't That a Blip" Chronicles of Kris - 06/17/09
Good Morning!
Since I wrote two "limited edition" Chroniclers exclusively for my subscribers and mailing list, I figured I'd jump on here and present one exclusively for you all. Don’t get upset…I only did that because I was sharing some information and telling business that wasn’t completely my own. I was just a witness to the madness that ultimately inspired me to get my game up. HOWEVER, if you’d like to read it for yourself, by yourself…email me at kristen@jazzidreamer.net. You know I’m more than willing to share! Onto the next…
(1) Is anyone surprised that Usher is divorcing Tameka after just two years od marriage? Are you guys actually wasting your breath gasping at the fact that they were separated a year before the split? I, for one, am happy that Usher is stretching out because it takes a lot to admit you’re unsatisfied, and good lord woman, give me my damn swagger!!! I’ve loved Usher all my adolescent and young adult life but goodness gracious if his swagger didn’t shrivel up like a prune after jumping the broom, I don’t know WHAT did! So far none of our other pop stars have experienced that same backlash but whoa boy, Usher got drenched with the “old man” syndrome. He started losing weight and he just wasn’t up to par…and then he kept on with the same silly tour routine that I’ve seen for years. SOO with that said USH, I’m glad you’re snatching your swagger back. Too bad you can’t say the same for your money. I just wanna know how the real Mrs. Raymond feels AKA Momma…oh yes, and Chilli! That’s another thing – why are the “stand by your man/all I wanna do is love you” women always the ones pushed to the side? I have yet to figure that out…whomp whomp!
(2) I’m excited to see Philly Phil Jackson win his 10th ring…but are we all too busy hating on Kobe to celebrate? Why do people hate Kobe so much? I’ve liked him since he took Brandy to the prom! I thought they were gonna get married but that’s ions ago. The only thing I can’t stand is how a stage manager probably cues Kobe’s wife and girls in after every game. If that’s not fake, I don’t know what is. The girls are cute but I wonder which one’s gonna write a tell-all book. The big one or the little one?
(3) Where the hell did Drake come from? I think this same question every time I pop in one of his mixtapes? I’m SOOOOO late!
(4) Tupac would have been 38 yesterday. I miss him and Aaliyah terribly...
(5) I wish Joe Jackson could’ve spared the rod and spoiled the child just a little bit. Every time I hear something freaky or funny about Michael, I just cringe. I really wanted to be his PYT in the 80s…but I was born 10 years too freakin late!!!!
(6) Thought of the Day: Be ready so you don’t have to get ready!
(7) If you’re in the NYC area tonight, come check Lance Drummonds at SOB’s Sol Village. The show starts at 8pm, and it’s $7 on the guest list. Email me at kristen@jazzidreamer.net to put your name on the list. You down?
Make it a great day!
Since I wrote two "limited edition" Chroniclers exclusively for my subscribers and mailing list, I figured I'd jump on here and present one exclusively for you all. Don’t get upset…I only did that because I was sharing some information and telling business that wasn’t completely my own. I was just a witness to the madness that ultimately inspired me to get my game up. HOWEVER, if you’d like to read it for yourself, by yourself…email me at kristen@jazzidreamer.net. You know I’m more than willing to share! Onto the next…
(1) Is anyone surprised that Usher is divorcing Tameka after just two years od marriage? Are you guys actually wasting your breath gasping at the fact that they were separated a year before the split? I, for one, am happy that Usher is stretching out because it takes a lot to admit you’re unsatisfied, and good lord woman, give me my damn swagger!!! I’ve loved Usher all my adolescent and young adult life but goodness gracious if his swagger didn’t shrivel up like a prune after jumping the broom, I don’t know WHAT did! So far none of our other pop stars have experienced that same backlash but whoa boy, Usher got drenched with the “old man” syndrome. He started losing weight and he just wasn’t up to par…and then he kept on with the same silly tour routine that I’ve seen for years. SOO with that said USH, I’m glad you’re snatching your swagger back. Too bad you can’t say the same for your money. I just wanna know how the real Mrs. Raymond feels AKA Momma…oh yes, and Chilli! That’s another thing – why are the “stand by your man/all I wanna do is love you” women always the ones pushed to the side? I have yet to figure that out…whomp whomp!
(2) I’m excited to see Philly Phil Jackson win his 10th ring…but are we all too busy hating on Kobe to celebrate? Why do people hate Kobe so much? I’ve liked him since he took Brandy to the prom! I thought they were gonna get married but that’s ions ago. The only thing I can’t stand is how a stage manager probably cues Kobe’s wife and girls in after every game. If that’s not fake, I don’t know what is. The girls are cute but I wonder which one’s gonna write a tell-all book. The big one or the little one?
(3) Where the hell did Drake come from? I think this same question every time I pop in one of his mixtapes? I’m SOOOOO late!
(4) Tupac would have been 38 yesterday. I miss him and Aaliyah terribly...
(5) I wish Joe Jackson could’ve spared the rod and spoiled the child just a little bit. Every time I hear something freaky or funny about Michael, I just cringe. I really wanted to be his PYT in the 80s…but I was born 10 years too freakin late!!!!
(6) Thought of the Day: Be ready so you don’t have to get ready!
(7) If you’re in the NYC area tonight, come check Lance Drummonds at SOB’s Sol Village. The show starts at 8pm, and it’s $7 on the guest list. Email me at kristen@jazzidreamer.net to put your name on the list. You down?
Make it a great day!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The 'I'm Legitimately on YouTube' Chronicles of Kris - 06/09/09
Good Afternoon! At this point, I'm having epiphanies left and right, all day long. I gotta be more, do more, expect more, claim more...no, shout more. The world is mine to create, end of story. No excuses. This'll be quick cause I still have way more to accomplish today.
I've been spending hours on this thing called Twitter in order to attract new and more reputable clientele. So a few minutes ago, I googled everything Kristen Carter and happened to find a profile from NFTE (National Foundation for Teaching Entrepreneurship) that was shot in November 2008. I had no idea this was anywhere in cyberspace. I hope you enjoy.
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A NFTE GRADUATE:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR2cLKpKXJQ
(Also, there's a part where I am describing my "mothers." The editor must have cut off my long explanation at the great lengths my mother has gone so her descriptions ends with her not having completed school. That's completely an error - my mother has since gone on to finish her bachelors and working on her master's as we speak. YAAAAY)
Have a wonderful day,
Kris
I've been spending hours on this thing called Twitter in order to attract new and more reputable clientele. So a few minutes ago, I googled everything Kristen Carter and happened to find a profile from NFTE (National Foundation for Teaching Entrepreneurship) that was shot in November 2008. I had no idea this was anywhere in cyberspace. I hope you enjoy.
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A NFTE GRADUATE:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR2cLKpKXJQ
(Also, there's a part where I am describing my "mothers." The editor must have cut off my long explanation at the great lengths my mother has gone so her descriptions ends with her not having completed school. That's completely an error - my mother has since gone on to finish her bachelors and working on her master's as we speak. YAAAAY)
Have a wonderful day,
Kris
Saturday, June 6, 2009
The 'Golden Girls' Chronicles of Kris - 06/06/09
I used to hate girls. I thought they were just good for stealing your man, and then laughing in your face. I know, I know...a bit dramatic but very true. Throughout my adolescence, I had my fair share of girl groups. All of the cliques started off like sisterhood societies - sleepovers, secret handshakes, loud negroidian chants, and complete with official names and symbols! But of course as kids change, arguments fly, and hormones rage, those relationships fizzled out faster than...yes, faster than that!
By the time I was 20, I decided "to hell with female friends." There were a few cool people that I remained friends with through the years but for the most part, I was pretty ashamed of my gender's catiness and disloyalty. I didn't understand why most of my friend's friendships ended because of dudes that are oh so fine in high school but will dry up by the time we graduate from college. Yes, this does happen alot! So I started collecting male friends. Typically, I like(d) being the only female in a group of dudes because they're generally pretty simple and easy to get along with. I don't mean simple like dunce simple. I just mean pretty basic in cutting to the chase in regards to feelings, situations, etc. (I'm not sure how basic they are now that I'm a few years wiser but I digress...)
I despised girl groups so much that I avoided them and made fun of them. (I know - real mature, Kris!) Even if the people were cool, I'd always sorta tilt my face to the side and say, "There's at least one shady BI in this group...now who is she?!?" But then a strange phenomenon started to occur - as my friend circle started to grow post-college, I not only gained more male friends but I just started meeting really cool people in general. Men and women just not about the okie-doke, just wanting to have fun and be folks. Now, as I think about it in retrospect, I became way more open to sharing who I am as opposed to being on guard that someone's gonna hurt my feelings or as I said earlier, take my man and run...LOL
A few days ago I bumped into a family member of one of my former friends. For some reason, she still hasn't gotten over the fact that her niece and I are not friends. But I guess I can understand...leaving a friend behind is like breaking up with the whole family. No, it is breaking up with the whole family so when anyone sees you, they just give you this kinda pouty look like, "Awww, why didn't you make it work? I'm still mad you aren't friends." In previous years, I'd always respond, "Well, tough!" (lol) but there's no need to be that way anymore. People truly come into your life for a reason, season, or a lifetime and if they are meant to stay or make their way back full circle, they will.
The closer I have become to my friends and cousins, the more I recognize just how important it is to have brotherly and sisterly bonds. Specifically, to be able to vent and have sisters give you insight on more mature and womanly situation. Ha. Seriously! So, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to all the women who have allowed me to burn their ears recently. I believe you know who you are! Thank you for being sisters to me.
Guys, you know I got you on Men's Day...I seem to have something long winded to say every time that holiday comes around. :)
Love ya'll,
Kris
By the time I was 20, I decided "to hell with female friends." There were a few cool people that I remained friends with through the years but for the most part, I was pretty ashamed of my gender's catiness and disloyalty. I didn't understand why most of my friend's friendships ended because of dudes that are oh so fine in high school but will dry up by the time we graduate from college. Yes, this does happen alot! So I started collecting male friends. Typically, I like(d) being the only female in a group of dudes because they're generally pretty simple and easy to get along with. I don't mean simple like dunce simple. I just mean pretty basic in cutting to the chase in regards to feelings, situations, etc. (I'm not sure how basic they are now that I'm a few years wiser but I digress...)
I despised girl groups so much that I avoided them and made fun of them. (I know - real mature, Kris!) Even if the people were cool, I'd always sorta tilt my face to the side and say, "There's at least one shady BI in this group...now who is she?!?" But then a strange phenomenon started to occur - as my friend circle started to grow post-college, I not only gained more male friends but I just started meeting really cool people in general. Men and women just not about the okie-doke, just wanting to have fun and be folks. Now, as I think about it in retrospect, I became way more open to sharing who I am as opposed to being on guard that someone's gonna hurt my feelings or as I said earlier, take my man and run...LOL
A few days ago I bumped into a family member of one of my former friends. For some reason, she still hasn't gotten over the fact that her niece and I are not friends. But I guess I can understand...leaving a friend behind is like breaking up with the whole family. No, it is breaking up with the whole family so when anyone sees you, they just give you this kinda pouty look like, "Awww, why didn't you make it work? I'm still mad you aren't friends." In previous years, I'd always respond, "Well, tough!" (lol) but there's no need to be that way anymore. People truly come into your life for a reason, season, or a lifetime and if they are meant to stay or make their way back full circle, they will.
The closer I have become to my friends and cousins, the more I recognize just how important it is to have brotherly and sisterly bonds. Specifically, to be able to vent and have sisters give you insight on more mature and womanly situation. Ha. Seriously! So, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to all the women who have allowed me to burn their ears recently. I believe you know who you are! Thank you for being sisters to me.
Guys, you know I got you on Men's Day...I seem to have something long winded to say every time that holiday comes around. :)
Love ya'll,
Kris
The “My Time Soon Come” Chronicles of Kris – 06/06/09
Happy Saturday everyone!
It's about time us East Coasters got some sun! I'm pretty tired of keeping my hair wrapped for fear that it'll go POOF. Well actually it already did go every which a way, so I'm waiting for some good weather before I whip out my wallet again to recover the 'do.
Brethen, it has been a good gosh darn week. Mostly because I am inching out of my own way. And I don't mean just saying "it is what it is" and 86'ing a situation, but really clearing my thoughts and allowing breathing room for whatever emotions may surface. Some of you may know I had this "kinda sorta" relationship going...hmm, you know what that means - not a commitment in Eastern Standard Time but a commitment nonetheless in Kristen's world. And of course, Kristen's world reigns supreme so it was indeed a special friendship.
Don't you hate those? Those "I thought this was...but it ain't...awww geez, what was I thinking" or even those "if this person would just act right" situations?! Maybe some of you are through with that stage but it took me a minute to seriously snap out of it. I thought that maybe I was asking too much of the person/situation or I was prematurely confessing - no whispering - strong feelings to myself but NO, I am not and was not crazy!
I did all this soul searching just for me to hit MYSELF in the face and say, 'Kris, there's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with wanting to explore love BUT if that person is not there with you, he just isn't.' Regardless of what I may feel or see, there's nothing I can do because two people see through different sets of lenses. And I can jump, wave, kick, scream, and even cheer someone on but if they don't see it or if they aren't willing to step over personal hurdles, than it's time to go back to focusing on my own course. That doesn't mean that progression will never happen, but just not when I was trying to make it happen and certainly not before worrying about self! I've learned so much, mainly that (my) love is honest and pure, and it isn't here to be timid and meek. Love and greatness are bold and even when you try to dim that light or pull it back, you can't. Cause love is the most powerful energy ever.
So cycling through my emotions has been a really fulfilling process. Meanwhile, I've been feeling through various career opportunities. One thing I've continually expressed is our need to be SPECIFIC in our prayers cause the things we ask for do come...trust! But if you say "I want a burger" and you get cheeseburger with onions and mustard, you can't really be mad cause you didn't specifically ask for a Bacon Cheeseburger with ketchup, lettuce and tomato. So yes, oppportunities have been coming but then I have to step back and redefine (over and over) what it is I truly want. I really want some paid speaking engagements on career development so if you know of any resources I need to tap into, please give me a ring!
I could seriously go on forever cause I'm still typing away in my bed but I'm gonna get on up and out into the world. We make this whole life thing harder than it needs to be, but self discovery and remembering the greatness we came here with is always tricky. And all of us have a different mountain to climb but hopefully we'll all reach the top and hold hands in harmony. LOL
It's been real good people!
News Briefs:
1) I am slowly developing a love/hate relationship for Beyonce because she's not giving us room to keep up! I'm teeter-tottering about purchasing "I Am...Sasha Fierce" tickets because quite frankly, I'm not really THAT thrilled about seeing her on the stage. I wanna see myself on the stage shaking my bum and making millions on end. But, I have another road to travel... :)
I am THIS CLOSE to writing a Chronicles entry about Ms Beyonce Giselle Knowles-Carter...and it's just sad how much of a STAN I am...hmph! Until next time...
Creative Mega Bubbles & Sunny Days,
Kristen Victoria
It's about time us East Coasters got some sun! I'm pretty tired of keeping my hair wrapped for fear that it'll go POOF. Well actually it already did go every which a way, so I'm waiting for some good weather before I whip out my wallet again to recover the 'do.
Brethen, it has been a good gosh darn week. Mostly because I am inching out of my own way. And I don't mean just saying "it is what it is" and 86'ing a situation, but really clearing my thoughts and allowing breathing room for whatever emotions may surface. Some of you may know I had this "kinda sorta" relationship going...hmm, you know what that means - not a commitment in Eastern Standard Time but a commitment nonetheless in Kristen's world. And of course, Kristen's world reigns supreme so it was indeed a special friendship.
Don't you hate those? Those "I thought this was...but it ain't...awww geez, what was I thinking" or even those "if this person would just act right" situations?! Maybe some of you are through with that stage but it took me a minute to seriously snap out of it. I thought that maybe I was asking too much of the person/situation or I was prematurely confessing - no whispering - strong feelings to myself but NO, I am not and was not crazy!
I did all this soul searching just for me to hit MYSELF in the face and say, 'Kris, there's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with wanting to explore love BUT if that person is not there with you, he just isn't.' Regardless of what I may feel or see, there's nothing I can do because two people see through different sets of lenses. And I can jump, wave, kick, scream, and even cheer someone on but if they don't see it or if they aren't willing to step over personal hurdles, than it's time to go back to focusing on my own course. That doesn't mean that progression will never happen, but just not when I was trying to make it happen and certainly not before worrying about self! I've learned so much, mainly that (my) love is honest and pure, and it isn't here to be timid and meek. Love and greatness are bold and even when you try to dim that light or pull it back, you can't. Cause love is the most powerful energy ever.
So cycling through my emotions has been a really fulfilling process. Meanwhile, I've been feeling through various career opportunities. One thing I've continually expressed is our need to be SPECIFIC in our prayers cause the things we ask for do come...trust! But if you say "I want a burger" and you get cheeseburger with onions and mustard, you can't really be mad cause you didn't specifically ask for a Bacon Cheeseburger with ketchup, lettuce and tomato. So yes, oppportunities have been coming but then I have to step back and redefine (over and over) what it is I truly want. I really want some paid speaking engagements on career development so if you know of any resources I need to tap into, please give me a ring!
I could seriously go on forever cause I'm still typing away in my bed but I'm gonna get on up and out into the world. We make this whole life thing harder than it needs to be, but self discovery and remembering the greatness we came here with is always tricky. And all of us have a different mountain to climb but hopefully we'll all reach the top and hold hands in harmony. LOL
It's been real good people!
News Briefs:
1) I am slowly developing a love/hate relationship for Beyonce because she's not giving us room to keep up! I'm teeter-tottering about purchasing "I Am...Sasha Fierce" tickets because quite frankly, I'm not really THAT thrilled about seeing her on the stage. I wanna see myself on the stage shaking my bum and making millions on end. But, I have another road to travel... :)
I am THIS CLOSE to writing a Chronicles entry about Ms Beyonce Giselle Knowles-Carter...and it's just sad how much of a STAN I am...hmph! Until next time...
Creative Mega Bubbles & Sunny Days,
Kristen Victoria
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The 'When the Dust Settles' Chronicles of Kris - 05/26/09
Good Morning Family,
It feels sooo good to be back home in New Jersey! Normally, I am not this excited to return to Brick City but I got my fill of Newton, Georgia to last me for a good minute. The family reunion was a success, despite the torrential downpours that lasted ALL damn weekend! I was a little disappointed because I'm sure it detered people from driving on the muddy dirty roads but as the ol' folks continue to say - "It's gon' be what it's gon' be!"
On the "big day," my family and I got the opportunity to tour the family land that was owned by my great-great-great grandfather. The current owners, an elderly Caucasian couple, took us around the acres to see the old outhouse and cabin that are still standing, along with the bricks that enclosed the old family house. It was truly a breathtaking experience to walk along the land that my ancestors tilled and plowed. I could not imagine escaping slavery, sharecropping, working to purchase 250 acres, and then raising 13 children on top of that. Wow weee, we don't know the half when it comes to sacrifice.
A few of my older cousins hadn't been on that land since they were 5 years old, and they were reminded of their childhood experiences once they saw two specific trees. Sometimes it can be just a sweet smell that centers us, quiets our thoughts, or brings us back to where we originated. And when you drive down those dirtroads, the tires kick up dust and for a moment you can't see behind you but once nature's calmed back down, everything is exactly as you left it.
During the preparation for the reunion, I had several epiphanies. One was that I need to turn more of my self-analyzations into actions so I spent alot of time revamping my dream sheet for the 2nd half of the year. But the major one was that when loved ones are really truly there for you, you could be going through a whirlwind of emotions and situations but when everything comes back down, the 'tried and true" ones are ALWAYS standing when it's all said and done.
I was originally supposed to fly back home on May 30th but because of some personal plans going bust, I decided to "take the L" and come on back with my mom and uncle. I must have thought I was gonna be whisked away to a tropical island or something because Lord knows I brought ALL my summer clothes and shoes. But thankfully, my mom didn't rub it in, none of my friends made me feel stupid for hoping that this situation would work out and you don't know how grateful I am for that! I'm not all boo-hooing and carrying on like I was two months ago. But we all Learn and Listen in due time. And if it's meant to be it will be, but if not it's ok. So there's no loss involved.
And on that note ladies & gents, it's time to shake it around so I'll talk to you all soon!
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
It feels sooo good to be back home in New Jersey! Normally, I am not this excited to return to Brick City but I got my fill of Newton, Georgia to last me for a good minute. The family reunion was a success, despite the torrential downpours that lasted ALL damn weekend! I was a little disappointed because I'm sure it detered people from driving on the muddy dirty roads but as the ol' folks continue to say - "It's gon' be what it's gon' be!"
On the "big day," my family and I got the opportunity to tour the family land that was owned by my great-great-great grandfather. The current owners, an elderly Caucasian couple, took us around the acres to see the old outhouse and cabin that are still standing, along with the bricks that enclosed the old family house. It was truly a breathtaking experience to walk along the land that my ancestors tilled and plowed. I could not imagine escaping slavery, sharecropping, working to purchase 250 acres, and then raising 13 children on top of that. Wow weee, we don't know the half when it comes to sacrifice.
A few of my older cousins hadn't been on that land since they were 5 years old, and they were reminded of their childhood experiences once they saw two specific trees. Sometimes it can be just a sweet smell that centers us, quiets our thoughts, or brings us back to where we originated. And when you drive down those dirtroads, the tires kick up dust and for a moment you can't see behind you but once nature's calmed back down, everything is exactly as you left it.
During the preparation for the reunion, I had several epiphanies. One was that I need to turn more of my self-analyzations into actions so I spent alot of time revamping my dream sheet for the 2nd half of the year. But the major one was that when loved ones are really truly there for you, you could be going through a whirlwind of emotions and situations but when everything comes back down, the 'tried and true" ones are ALWAYS standing when it's all said and done.
I was originally supposed to fly back home on May 30th but because of some personal plans going bust, I decided to "take the L" and come on back with my mom and uncle. I must have thought I was gonna be whisked away to a tropical island or something because Lord knows I brought ALL my summer clothes and shoes. But thankfully, my mom didn't rub it in, none of my friends made me feel stupid for hoping that this situation would work out and you don't know how grateful I am for that! I'm not all boo-hooing and carrying on like I was two months ago. But we all Learn and Listen in due time. And if it's meant to be it will be, but if not it's ok. So there's no loss involved.
And on that note ladies & gents, it's time to shake it around so I'll talk to you all soon!
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
The 'Good Stock' Chronicles of Kris - 05/26/09
Hey All,
I tried to send this while I was 'down home' but I couldn't get good service on my phone. Enjoy!
***
Welcome to Baker County, home of Newton, Georgia, where my great-great-great grandfather settled after escaping slavery, where my great-great grandmother learned to read, quilt, and fish, where my great-uncle raised chickens and healed sick animals, and where my entire family still comes to walk the old dirt roads and taste the love cooked by my great-grandmother, affectionately known as 'Aunt Nan' and 'Mom.' There's absolutely nothing like R&R that you get when traveling home...There's a good 36 hours til the card playing and egg nog drinking begins at my Family Reunion and I can't wait! My grandmother has done a phenomenal job orchestrating EVERYTHING - I did the initial planning but she's the one making it all happen.
As the time winds down, I'm reminded of the 'stock' that I have come from and why I am who I am. Why I love to write, play games, get folks together, and why I still feel like the baby - it just makes all the sense in the world.
My great-grandmother and her best friend Sallie Mae have been close for almost 80 years. I surprised her the other day at the market because we noticed her car in front of Dollar General. The town is so small and Aunt Sallie Mae is so well-respected that when she goes out to the post office or the market, she gives an employee a list of what she needs and they take care of it for her. When my grandmother and I walked up on Aunt Sallie Mae, she instantaneously brought up the same beloved story we run through every time I see her...
When I was around 6 years old, Aunt Sallie Mae watched me while my great-grandmother went on a fishing trip. I wanted to play outside or walk down the road to the mailbox but I pouted when she told me 'no.' So I sat around coloring or doing something else that bored me half to death and then she asked me to pour her a glass of water. And I did...and then I did again...and then I did again! Around the 3rd or 4th time she asked me to get up, I turned around and said, 'You must be on a water diet.' She died laughing.Now that I am older, that's a going joke because she knew that was my 'polite' indicator of saying 'No, I really don't want to get your water' OR 'If I go again, I'm bringing the whole pitcher.' So now when I see her, she tells me automatically, 'Baby, go get me some water' or I'll ask if she wants some and she chuckles.
There's also a similar story of my great-aunt babysitting me at 1.5 years old and demanding I go to bed and not wait up for my great-grandmother. When I peeked out of my bedroom a 2nd or 3rd time, she threatened to get a switch and I glared at her and walked back to my bed. But when Mom came home, I crawled out of bed and to the living room and started to 'tell Mom all about what happened' in my jibber-jabber language. And my great-aunt said, "Well shoot, I am so glad I didn't hit that baby cause she would have never forgiven me the way she's going off. That child is independent." My Aunt Mabel shared that story with me about three weeks before she passed last Memorial Day weekend.
I wish more kids and even people my age had these kinds of experiences with elder loved ones. It just makes everything so much more meaningful. I feel Granny (my great-great grandmother) is my guardian angel because sometimes I just get myself in a real pickle, and then all of a sudden I've escaped it and learned my lesson without seriously busting my behind and getting the real hardcore lesson! And right after I've somehow avoided the fire, I'm always yelling out, "Thank you!!!" cause it could have been a different way.
I'm excited to see everyone and share in the love and laughter that was created in Newton.
Have a wonderful holiday weekend!
Love
Kris
I tried to send this while I was 'down home' but I couldn't get good service on my phone. Enjoy!
***
Welcome to Baker County, home of Newton, Georgia, where my great-great-great grandfather settled after escaping slavery, where my great-great grandmother learned to read, quilt, and fish, where my great-uncle raised chickens and healed sick animals, and where my entire family still comes to walk the old dirt roads and taste the love cooked by my great-grandmother, affectionately known as 'Aunt Nan' and 'Mom.' There's absolutely nothing like R&R that you get when traveling home...There's a good 36 hours til the card playing and egg nog drinking begins at my Family Reunion and I can't wait! My grandmother has done a phenomenal job orchestrating EVERYTHING - I did the initial planning but she's the one making it all happen.
As the time winds down, I'm reminded of the 'stock' that I have come from and why I am who I am. Why I love to write, play games, get folks together, and why I still feel like the baby - it just makes all the sense in the world.
My great-grandmother and her best friend Sallie Mae have been close for almost 80 years. I surprised her the other day at the market because we noticed her car in front of Dollar General. The town is so small and Aunt Sallie Mae is so well-respected that when she goes out to the post office or the market, she gives an employee a list of what she needs and they take care of it for her. When my grandmother and I walked up on Aunt Sallie Mae, she instantaneously brought up the same beloved story we run through every time I see her...
When I was around 6 years old, Aunt Sallie Mae watched me while my great-grandmother went on a fishing trip. I wanted to play outside or walk down the road to the mailbox but I pouted when she told me 'no.' So I sat around coloring or doing something else that bored me half to death and then she asked me to pour her a glass of water. And I did...and then I did again...and then I did again! Around the 3rd or 4th time she asked me to get up, I turned around and said, 'You must be on a water diet.' She died laughing.Now that I am older, that's a going joke because she knew that was my 'polite' indicator of saying 'No, I really don't want to get your water' OR 'If I go again, I'm bringing the whole pitcher.' So now when I see her, she tells me automatically, 'Baby, go get me some water' or I'll ask if she wants some and she chuckles.
There's also a similar story of my great-aunt babysitting me at 1.5 years old and demanding I go to bed and not wait up for my great-grandmother. When I peeked out of my bedroom a 2nd or 3rd time, she threatened to get a switch and I glared at her and walked back to my bed. But when Mom came home, I crawled out of bed and to the living room and started to 'tell Mom all about what happened' in my jibber-jabber language. And my great-aunt said, "Well shoot, I am so glad I didn't hit that baby cause she would have never forgiven me the way she's going off. That child is independent." My Aunt Mabel shared that story with me about three weeks before she passed last Memorial Day weekend.
I wish more kids and even people my age had these kinds of experiences with elder loved ones. It just makes everything so much more meaningful. I feel Granny (my great-great grandmother) is my guardian angel because sometimes I just get myself in a real pickle, and then all of a sudden I've escaped it and learned my lesson without seriously busting my behind and getting the real hardcore lesson! And right after I've somehow avoided the fire, I'm always yelling out, "Thank you!!!" cause it could have been a different way.
I'm excited to see everyone and share in the love and laughter that was created in Newton.
Have a wonderful holiday weekend!
Love
Kris
Friday, May 15, 2009
The "World Outside My Window" Chronicles of Kris - 05/15/09
I tend not to comment on the crazy goings on that I read about in the supermarket or on Twitter but I'm itchin' to say something. Here are the top stories to catch my attention:
*Jon and Kate Plus 8 may become -Jon and Kate SEPARATE?*
Did you notice that Kate NEVER looks adoringly at her husband Jon EVER? Lol. Well I probably wouldn't either if I had a permanent Basketball team with subs running, crying, pooping, and shouting all damn day. Do they even have time to think? And furthermore, would they be together naturally if they didn't have to raise a tribe? I bet not!
So, it looks like Jon is sowing his wild oats with drunken nights on the town. Kate publicly addressed this, and said they are working things out privately. That probably means Kate beating him over the head with baby bottles, and telling him he's useless. I mean she does that anyway.
I'm watching the show now...and here she goes, 'Would you just talk to them, Jon?!?'
Are they even friends?
*Girls Gone Wild: Cassie and Rihanna 'flashy' the world*
So by now you've seen or heard about Cassie and Rihanna's nudey pics. This news doesn't shock or upset me in any way - I mean, Cassie doesn't rate in my book at all so I didn't even bother to even find out more about her story BUT Rihanna honey...2009 is just not your year! Remember when she was the sweetie pie Aaliyah (RIP) rip off with Pon De Replay? Then, they took her image up five notches, gave her some Black hair dye, tattoos, and bigger boobs to match and voila! And don't forget a Southern boy to tame. Volia - RIHANNA'S a wild gal!
Aaah, how'd it all fall so fast?
One point of advice - you need a manager like Papa Knowles who's always ready to cut a n#*/@ or a b+@*#, whatever suits the scenario best. That Matthew Knowles (Beyonce's dad) definitely does not play!!! Let a light cue be a second too late - You're toast!
Here's another idea - maybe it's almost time for a tell all book from Robyn Fenty. Shrug
*Obama Swagger?!?*
Do we really need a swag-o-meter for Barack? I just wanna know why TI's Swagger Like Us plays every so often on CNN. Lol.
*CW's The Game*
Does anyone else care like I care. The season finale of CW's The Game is on tonight, ladies and gentlemen!!!! Who's watching? Just thought I'd insert the plug. Cause the creator Mara Brock Akil is a friend in my head. So with that said, good day to all!
I know I'm a geek but I'm gonna say it any way -Follow me @ twitter.com/kristenvcarter & YouTube 'The Chronicles of Kris' for behind the scenes clips of the web series coming this Summer! :)
Love ya'll!
*Jon and Kate Plus 8 may become -Jon and Kate SEPARATE?*
Did you notice that Kate NEVER looks adoringly at her husband Jon EVER? Lol. Well I probably wouldn't either if I had a permanent Basketball team with subs running, crying, pooping, and shouting all damn day. Do they even have time to think? And furthermore, would they be together naturally if they didn't have to raise a tribe? I bet not!
So, it looks like Jon is sowing his wild oats with drunken nights on the town. Kate publicly addressed this, and said they are working things out privately. That probably means Kate beating him over the head with baby bottles, and telling him he's useless. I mean she does that anyway.
I'm watching the show now...and here she goes, 'Would you just talk to them, Jon?!?'
Are they even friends?
*Girls Gone Wild: Cassie and Rihanna 'flashy' the world*
So by now you've seen or heard about Cassie and Rihanna's nudey pics. This news doesn't shock or upset me in any way - I mean, Cassie doesn't rate in my book at all so I didn't even bother to even find out more about her story BUT Rihanna honey...2009 is just not your year! Remember when she was the sweetie pie Aaliyah (RIP) rip off with Pon De Replay? Then, they took her image up five notches, gave her some Black hair dye, tattoos, and bigger boobs to match and voila! And don't forget a Southern boy to tame. Volia - RIHANNA'S a wild gal!
Aaah, how'd it all fall so fast?
One point of advice - you need a manager like Papa Knowles who's always ready to cut a n#*/@ or a b+@*#, whatever suits the scenario best. That Matthew Knowles (Beyonce's dad) definitely does not play!!! Let a light cue be a second too late - You're toast!
Here's another idea - maybe it's almost time for a tell all book from Robyn Fenty. Shrug
*Obama Swagger?!?*
Do we really need a swag-o-meter for Barack? I just wanna know why TI's Swagger Like Us plays every so often on CNN. Lol.
*CW's The Game*
Does anyone else care like I care. The season finale of CW's The Game is on tonight, ladies and gentlemen!!!! Who's watching? Just thought I'd insert the plug. Cause the creator Mara Brock Akil is a friend in my head. So with that said, good day to all!
I know I'm a geek but I'm gonna say it any way -Follow me @ twitter.com/kristenvcarter & YouTube 'The Chronicles of Kris' for behind the scenes clips of the web series coming this Summer! :)
Love ya'll!
The 'SexyBack' Chronicles of Kris - 05/15/09
Sometimes I feel bashful within myself, actually more so than sharing the hilarity that is my life. Funny thing happens - I begin to embrace more of my quirkiness when I finally type it out on the Blackberry and hit send. (*MESSAGE: I NEED AN ENDORSEMENT DEAL!) So without further adieu...
Good Morning,Greetings from Atlanta, GA. There's only a week left before the big shindig AKA McAllister-Washington-Phipps Family Reunion. Let's throw our peaches in the air! :)
I came into town a few days early for my cousin's bachelorette party. Being that I had never attended one, I had absolutely no idea what to expect so I invited one other friend/Chronicler to join in the festivities. I knew there'd be a male dancer but even up until I walked up to the door, I thought 'What on Earth do you do at a Bachelorette party?' I arrived about an hour late so my cousin and her guests were already playing a game by the time I walked in. So I came in on, 'I hate being Sexy because...' and then the person had to complete the sentence. Now, I didn't hear the rules properly so instantly, I froze up. Awwwww damn! Do we have to talk about anything with those letters?
Ok, so yes most of us are adults here but I am a self-proclaimed girlwoman, hear me roar! *Sigh* I've been told I am a late bloomer but I think I'm right on time...sometimes. Other days, I'm all nervous, like when I came in and all the women were laughing and giggling. Initially, I thought we had to come up with something we think IS sexy (like kinda naughty actually) so when it was my turn to go up, I just said something that's really completely and utterly untrue...if you ask me personally, I'll just tell ya but for the sake of internet privacy, I'll keep it to myself.
So anyway, my cousin and her friends who knew me were like, 'Is that Kristen?' and I'm thinking, 'Girl, no...I am lying my ass off. I don't know a thing about what I just said.' So because I was fearful of being embarassed (actually more like a deer caught in headlights), I made up something that made me MORE embarassed once I realized I was playing the wrong game! Aaaah well... It happens.
I'm sure no one else cared about my response but I felt kind of red for another 30 minutes. 'Oh my goodness, I just said something that I don't really don't believe.' Well guess what Kristen, it happens. So the night continued on with all these dancing games and male dancing fun...and all I wondered was what my friends and I would look like at a bachelorette party now and then in 7 years cause of course I was the baby of the bunch just dancing and having people think I'm all skilled and everything, when I'm a pretty reserved person until Victoria Fierce is let out of the bag. Sigh.
So it was fun but really, I should have just been myself and answered that first question simply instead of TRYING TOO HARD and feeling like I had to lie and give an extreme line (which actually wasn't even that risque but in my head, it was. LOL). Sometimes - no MOST times - being natural, just as you are without a care, is sexy enough no matter what the setting. So once that mentality truly sinks in in regards to more intimate matters of the heart, body, and soul, I'll be good. What can I say...I'm getting there. I'm a work in progress. And that, my friends, is the truth.
It's been real,
Kris
Good Morning,Greetings from Atlanta, GA. There's only a week left before the big shindig AKA McAllister-Washington-Phipps Family Reunion. Let's throw our peaches in the air! :)
I came into town a few days early for my cousin's bachelorette party. Being that I had never attended one, I had absolutely no idea what to expect so I invited one other friend/Chronicler to join in the festivities. I knew there'd be a male dancer but even up until I walked up to the door, I thought 'What on Earth do you do at a Bachelorette party?' I arrived about an hour late so my cousin and her guests were already playing a game by the time I walked in. So I came in on, 'I hate being Sexy because...' and then the person had to complete the sentence. Now, I didn't hear the rules properly so instantly, I froze up. Awwwww damn! Do we have to talk about anything with those letters?
Ok, so yes most of us are adults here but I am a self-proclaimed girlwoman, hear me roar! *Sigh* I've been told I am a late bloomer but I think I'm right on time...sometimes. Other days, I'm all nervous, like when I came in and all the women were laughing and giggling. Initially, I thought we had to come up with something we think IS sexy (like kinda naughty actually) so when it was my turn to go up, I just said something that's really completely and utterly untrue...if you ask me personally, I'll just tell ya but for the sake of internet privacy, I'll keep it to myself.
So anyway, my cousin and her friends who knew me were like, 'Is that Kristen?' and I'm thinking, 'Girl, no...I am lying my ass off. I don't know a thing about what I just said.' So because I was fearful of being embarassed (actually more like a deer caught in headlights), I made up something that made me MORE embarassed once I realized I was playing the wrong game! Aaaah well... It happens.
I'm sure no one else cared about my response but I felt kind of red for another 30 minutes. 'Oh my goodness, I just said something that I don't really don't believe.' Well guess what Kristen, it happens. So the night continued on with all these dancing games and male dancing fun...and all I wondered was what my friends and I would look like at a bachelorette party now and then in 7 years cause of course I was the baby of the bunch just dancing and having people think I'm all skilled and everything, when I'm a pretty reserved person until Victoria Fierce is let out of the bag. Sigh.
So it was fun but really, I should have just been myself and answered that first question simply instead of TRYING TOO HARD and feeling like I had to lie and give an extreme line (which actually wasn't even that risque but in my head, it was. LOL). Sometimes - no MOST times - being natural, just as you are without a care, is sexy enough no matter what the setting. So once that mentality truly sinks in in regards to more intimate matters of the heart, body, and soul, I'll be good. What can I say...I'm getting there. I'm a work in progress. And that, my friends, is the truth.
It's been real,
Kris
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The "In Search Of" Chronicles of Kris - 05/05/09
Happy Cinco de Mayo! Hopefully the May Showers will create May Flowers cause I'm ready for some blossoms and heat! Muy Caliente AHORA!! :)
Last week I spoke at two colleges about "life after graduation." I love presenting at schools because I vividly remember being in their seats, raising my hand to ask questions and to connect with said speaker, only to reflect on their answers afterwards and understand that no one has "the answer." And yes, I still inquire, hoping to somehow break the code and get hit upside the head every time with the same conclusion. Our answers lie within...
Many students keep in touch with me but one young lady from last week's sessions really stood out. She approached me after the presentation, very meek and softspoken. I asked her to speak up so that I could hear what she was saying. She explained how much she loves to write but how terrified she is to show her work. As she continued talking, I could see tears forming as she vented about her inability to pursue her passion and share her writing with others. I was very touched by this moment, and asked if I could interrupt her thought for a brief second. I thanked her for first of all, sharing her deepest thoughts and fears with me. I was truly truly humbled to have been selected to hear her...and secondly, I congratulated her for making the first step of vocalizing her desires. No matter how much she shook with fear, she was still standing there and telling her story! Something triggered her to say what she had to say, no matter how softly - SHE SAID IT! I offered my own trials and tribulations briefly, and asked her to stay in touch with me, continue writing, and send along some writing whenever the Spirit moves her. I won't comment on it, I just want her to send something. The act of presenting herself, myself, yourself is really all that matters. The belief that what we have to say means something, and that we have the power to uplift ourselves and others in the process.
Life is funny...because I saw myself in her although I was giving her advice. It's sooo amazing how that happens. It's like one side of yourself talking to the other side of yourself OUTSIDE of yourself. Dog on it, God is great!!! I explained briefly that in ways, I experience the same anxiety but you know who creates that anxiety - we do. And you know who creates the freedom we all seem to long for - we do. I've been reading alot of "Metaphysical" books lately and understanding how important it is to hone in on what we want. And even if we are not sure, instead of stating "I don't know what I want," flip it and say to yourself "I want to know what I want out of life, out of myself."
So here goes a few of my long list of desires: I want to know my emotional self. I want to be able to trust. I want to know my father. I want to get over past hurts. I want to experience love in all of its forms. I want to be around people who inspire me. I want to honor my creative voice. I want my eye sight to stabilize. (I know that one seems random but it's not. I have progressive myopia and since I'm becoming more specific in my desires, I must state those things I thought I could not control as well.) I have always known that what you think about you bring about, but it goes deeper than that WHEN we are ready. We're catalysts for our own growth because when we think, speak, and act, those circumstances are drawn to us. So within a week (cause this stuff moves FAAASSST), I forced myself to apply to a number of fellowships, I have accepted my father's daily phone calls (a new occurance, yes) and I am working toward clearing out my anger and disappointment, and I ran into a high school "frienemy" that I haven't seen or spoken to in six years. This time last year I wasn't ready to do any of that because my mindset was focused on all the things I could not achieve. "Well I'm over this but...oohhh, if I see her in the street...or you know, I just don't think I'll ever get to know my father...or what if my screenplay's not good enough?"
Where do we learn to doubt ourselves and give negativity power in the first place? We came here with such infinite power, and then we learned to fear greatness. I'm currently reading "Conversations with God" and this passage really struck me the other night -
"Every single free choice you ever undertake arises out of one of the only two possible thoughts there are: a thought of love or a thought of fear. Fear is the energy which contracts, closes down, draws in, runs, hides, hoards, harms. Love is the energy that expands, opens up, sends out, stays, reveals, shares, heals. Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. Fear clings to and clutches all that we have, love gives all that we have away. Fear holds close, love holds dear. Fear grasps, love lets go. Fear rankles, love soothes, Fear attacks, love amends."
So I have to ask myself - do I have more fear or love in my heart? Do I aspire to more love? Is my heart open enough to love? And will I stop at nothing to love?
Those are the questions, dear friends...life and love is there for us to experience when we are ready. We're just not looking or feeling or thinking freely enough. Hmmm, everyday is an awesome adventure...embrace it!
The Little Engine That Could and Will,
Kristen Victoria
Last week I spoke at two colleges about "life after graduation." I love presenting at schools because I vividly remember being in their seats, raising my hand to ask questions and to connect with said speaker, only to reflect on their answers afterwards and understand that no one has "the answer." And yes, I still inquire, hoping to somehow break the code and get hit upside the head every time with the same conclusion. Our answers lie within...
Many students keep in touch with me but one young lady from last week's sessions really stood out. She approached me after the presentation, very meek and softspoken. I asked her to speak up so that I could hear what she was saying. She explained how much she loves to write but how terrified she is to show her work. As she continued talking, I could see tears forming as she vented about her inability to pursue her passion and share her writing with others. I was very touched by this moment, and asked if I could interrupt her thought for a brief second. I thanked her for first of all, sharing her deepest thoughts and fears with me. I was truly truly humbled to have been selected to hear her...and secondly, I congratulated her for making the first step of vocalizing her desires. No matter how much she shook with fear, she was still standing there and telling her story! Something triggered her to say what she had to say, no matter how softly - SHE SAID IT! I offered my own trials and tribulations briefly, and asked her to stay in touch with me, continue writing, and send along some writing whenever the Spirit moves her. I won't comment on it, I just want her to send something. The act of presenting herself, myself, yourself is really all that matters. The belief that what we have to say means something, and that we have the power to uplift ourselves and others in the process.
Life is funny...because I saw myself in her although I was giving her advice. It's sooo amazing how that happens. It's like one side of yourself talking to the other side of yourself OUTSIDE of yourself. Dog on it, God is great!!! I explained briefly that in ways, I experience the same anxiety but you know who creates that anxiety - we do. And you know who creates the freedom we all seem to long for - we do. I've been reading alot of "Metaphysical" books lately and understanding how important it is to hone in on what we want. And even if we are not sure, instead of stating "I don't know what I want," flip it and say to yourself "I want to know what I want out of life, out of myself."
So here goes a few of my long list of desires: I want to know my emotional self. I want to be able to trust. I want to know my father. I want to get over past hurts. I want to experience love in all of its forms. I want to be around people who inspire me. I want to honor my creative voice. I want my eye sight to stabilize. (I know that one seems random but it's not. I have progressive myopia and since I'm becoming more specific in my desires, I must state those things I thought I could not control as well.) I have always known that what you think about you bring about, but it goes deeper than that WHEN we are ready. We're catalysts for our own growth because when we think, speak, and act, those circumstances are drawn to us. So within a week (cause this stuff moves FAAASSST), I forced myself to apply to a number of fellowships, I have accepted my father's daily phone calls (a new occurance, yes) and I am working toward clearing out my anger and disappointment, and I ran into a high school "frienemy" that I haven't seen or spoken to in six years. This time last year I wasn't ready to do any of that because my mindset was focused on all the things I could not achieve. "Well I'm over this but...oohhh, if I see her in the street...or you know, I just don't think I'll ever get to know my father...or what if my screenplay's not good enough?"
Where do we learn to doubt ourselves and give negativity power in the first place? We came here with such infinite power, and then we learned to fear greatness. I'm currently reading "Conversations with God" and this passage really struck me the other night -
"Every single free choice you ever undertake arises out of one of the only two possible thoughts there are: a thought of love or a thought of fear. Fear is the energy which contracts, closes down, draws in, runs, hides, hoards, harms. Love is the energy that expands, opens up, sends out, stays, reveals, shares, heals. Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. Fear clings to and clutches all that we have, love gives all that we have away. Fear holds close, love holds dear. Fear grasps, love lets go. Fear rankles, love soothes, Fear attacks, love amends."
So I have to ask myself - do I have more fear or love in my heart? Do I aspire to more love? Is my heart open enough to love? And will I stop at nothing to love?
Those are the questions, dear friends...life and love is there for us to experience when we are ready. We're just not looking or feeling or thinking freely enough. Hmmm, everyday is an awesome adventure...embrace it!
The Little Engine That Could and Will,
Kristen Victoria
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The 'California Dreamin' Chronicles of Kris - 04/28/09
Hi All,
Greetings from my living room floor! That's right...K. Carter is back in town. I've actually been physically on the East Coast for a week, but I'm just getting back "here." From the airport to the Making the Band office to making sure Diddy gets to the stage (without actually speaking to him EVER) to taping the second installment of The Chronicles of Kris to planning my Family Reunion, it's never ending. But it's Tuesday, a bright, sunny, gorgeous happy last Tuesday of the month. BLLESSSSSINNNGGSS to all. :)
Sometimes you just need a breather and LA definitely was that! I thought I would just be going out there to pitch my work, but I came home with so much more than that. I managed to break down and purchase my first iPod - this is a big accomplishment considering I had no problem running in the park with my UFO (aka my walkman). I got the opportunity to hang out with my father for the first time ever in life. A third and major highlight - I hung out with Damion Hall from Guy! You all know I am the ultimate 90s pheen queen so I was pretty freakin excited about that.
But the ultimate experience was getting in touch with Gina Prince Bythewood (writer of "Love & Basketball"), Reggie Bythewood (writer of "Biker Boys" / "Notorious"), and Yvette Lee Bowser (creator of "Living Single"). I didn't receive their phone calls until the day before I left LA...so there was a twinge of "fear" that I would leave LA having NOT accomplished my goal. Although I managed to speak with a few people in LA, I was praying to hear from the Bythewoods so it was a thrill to not only hear from them but to speak to them pretty much throughout my entire last day on the West Coast.
When Reggie called, he shared his experiences as a writer/producer in the industry. But through our conversations that day, the one thing that stood out to me was, "You say you want a mentor...mentor yourself. Your experiences will lead you and inform you." He offered to keep in touch, provide feedback, and stay in close contact, but he did not offer or claim to know the "right way." No matter where I walk, I am receiving the same messages. "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." "The questions will answer themselves." And lastly, "THERE IS NO ONE RIGHT WAY."
Previously, I've concentrated so much attention on doing things just so. "If I do this, I can get here. If I think this way, I'll definitely end here. If I CONTROL this, I can get just what I want." And actually, that way of thinking worked for me for a long time. I made "minor" mistakes but nothing too ego-shattering. But with bigger goals comes bigger risks, bigger challenges, bigger mistakes, and bigger life lessons. And no matter where I have turned (especially this particular year), it's all coming back to learning how to open up, allow, and receive the greatness that is here...when I, you, we are ready. For those who are there as I take my baby steps, thank you...even when I fight and scream and yell and holler, you manage to still be there. Thank you.
Love, Live, Laugh! And write back. :)
Kris
Greetings from my living room floor! That's right...K. Carter is back in town. I've actually been physically on the East Coast for a week, but I'm just getting back "here." From the airport to the Making the Band office to making sure Diddy gets to the stage (without actually speaking to him EVER) to taping the second installment of The Chronicles of Kris to planning my Family Reunion, it's never ending. But it's Tuesday, a bright, sunny, gorgeous happy last Tuesday of the month. BLLESSSSSINNNGGSS to all. :)
Sometimes you just need a breather and LA definitely was that! I thought I would just be going out there to pitch my work, but I came home with so much more than that. I managed to break down and purchase my first iPod - this is a big accomplishment considering I had no problem running in the park with my UFO (aka my walkman). I got the opportunity to hang out with my father for the first time ever in life. A third and major highlight - I hung out with Damion Hall from Guy! You all know I am the ultimate 90s pheen queen so I was pretty freakin excited about that.
But the ultimate experience was getting in touch with Gina Prince Bythewood (writer of "Love & Basketball"), Reggie Bythewood (writer of "Biker Boys" / "Notorious"), and Yvette Lee Bowser (creator of "Living Single"). I didn't receive their phone calls until the day before I left LA...so there was a twinge of "fear" that I would leave LA having NOT accomplished my goal. Although I managed to speak with a few people in LA, I was praying to hear from the Bythewoods so it was a thrill to not only hear from them but to speak to them pretty much throughout my entire last day on the West Coast.
When Reggie called, he shared his experiences as a writer/producer in the industry. But through our conversations that day, the one thing that stood out to me was, "You say you want a mentor...mentor yourself. Your experiences will lead you and inform you." He offered to keep in touch, provide feedback, and stay in close contact, but he did not offer or claim to know the "right way." No matter where I walk, I am receiving the same messages. "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." "The questions will answer themselves." And lastly, "THERE IS NO ONE RIGHT WAY."
Previously, I've concentrated so much attention on doing things just so. "If I do this, I can get here. If I think this way, I'll definitely end here. If I CONTROL this, I can get just what I want." And actually, that way of thinking worked for me for a long time. I made "minor" mistakes but nothing too ego-shattering. But with bigger goals comes bigger risks, bigger challenges, bigger mistakes, and bigger life lessons. And no matter where I have turned (especially this particular year), it's all coming back to learning how to open up, allow, and receive the greatness that is here...when I, you, we are ready. For those who are there as I take my baby steps, thank you...even when I fight and scream and yell and holler, you manage to still be there. Thank you.
Love, Live, Laugh! And write back. :)
Kris
The 'Precious Cargo' Chronicles of Kris - 04/15/09
Rise and Shine Chroniclers,
Clearly I may be one of few just getting up, as most of you are Eastern Standard Timers! But Good early Morning to you anyway! My best friend Sabreen and I made it safely to LA; we touched down yesterday at noon. Anytime I travel, I seem to be a little agitated at first but that's only because I am nervous. I have a paranoia about losing my luggage so I always glare at my suitcase until one of the airport carriers THROWS (argh) my luggage onto the conveyor belt. I watch the bag, prayerfully, just in case it's the last time I see her. LOL But after staring my bag down for about 30 minutes, the carrier whisked my bag away per usual and I relaxed (a bit). Woosah!
When Sabreen and I boarded the flight, we noticed there were lots of kids. I forgot that children's spring break actually comes around the Resurrection observance, but there were little people galore. There were two little girls with matching pigtail hairstyles sitting directly in front of us. They were traveling alone. At first, they seemed very mild-mannered but now that I think of it, they were probably sleepy. When the older one took the baby to the bathroom, she looked us up and down. About 20 minutes later, the baby sister peaked through the crevice of the arm rest. She started dangling her miniature hands over the seat and here I go - "Awwww!" Sabreen quickly rolled her eyes as I lifted my hand to compare our sizes. She kept looking through and laughing, and then the older one finally looked back and said, "Hi!" They played this peak a boo game for a minute, placing things through the crevice to see if we'd take them. And then the older one starts rattling off. "My sister's just showing off."
Tia*, the 8-year old introduced herself, followed by Serena*, who's turning 5 this week. Tia ran down her sibling tree, mentioning that she's the middle child. She showed us a headband she's knitting, as Serena pulled her pigtails and started biting her. Tia kept rambling on but I think the kids were entertaining me more than we were entertaining them. (Is that what happens as you get older? Oooh goodness!) Tia broke out their mini-Chess set and a few toys, and when I got really bored, I asked her if I could borrow her coloring book. Sabreen was in and out of sleep at this point so Tia asked her if she could read one of her magazines. Sabreen passed it up front, and Tia started reading. Maybe an hour later, Sabreen notices the book is back on her lap. She looks down at the cover, and goes, "Oh no, do you think there was anything in there she shouldn't have read. I don't see anything revealing on the cover." I said, "probably." Sabreen poked Tia and asked, "Was there anything inappropriate in there?" Tia turns around quickly, "OOOH YEA. It was inappropriate alright." Tia starts dying laughing, and Sabreen tries to shush her. By the time we started landing, she turns around. "Don't fake an orgasm!" Sabreen's eyes literally pop out of her socket. SSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Tia starts up, "It said something about don't have sex with a teddy bear." She cracks up. As we're getting our stuff together, she lights up. "Sex, sex, sex!" We're waving our hands. NOOOOOOOO! Meanwhile, the little one is steady posing for pictures that we started taking on our camera phone. Tia did quiet down, but when we got to our destination, we rumaged through the magazine and discovered all of the key points in some crazy article that she absorbed, including don't sleep with a teddy bear in your bed.
It's so funny how little kids will just talk and light up. They weren't open books; Tia definitely mentioned that their mother doesn't like them speaking to strangers and we suggested that they hold firmly to that. She looked us up and down - or tried to from her seat - so I figured she checked us out and made sure we weren't weird or anything. Too bad Sabreen and I are old foggies because I really wanted to be pen pals with them but they're way too young to just randomly exchange information. Hey, I felt like 6 hours was bonding time...and that older one was so witty for an 8 year old. I'll probably remember her years from now, as I do most people I interact with (even in a short time span). She asked us when we'd be returning to Newark, and we said, "Oh on Tuesday." She replied, "We're coming back on Tuesday too. Maybe we'll see you!" We walked with them to meet their daddy, and then they pretty much forgot who we were when they saw him. Well no, they did happen to wave at us at baggage claim. I wonder who they'll both grow up to become.
That was definitely the highlight of the flight experience. Hope you guys have a great hump day! :)
Love and Hugs,
Kristen
*Yes, their names have been changed.
Clearly I may be one of few just getting up, as most of you are Eastern Standard Timers! But Good early Morning to you anyway! My best friend Sabreen and I made it safely to LA; we touched down yesterday at noon. Anytime I travel, I seem to be a little agitated at first but that's only because I am nervous. I have a paranoia about losing my luggage so I always glare at my suitcase until one of the airport carriers THROWS (argh) my luggage onto the conveyor belt. I watch the bag, prayerfully, just in case it's the last time I see her. LOL But after staring my bag down for about 30 minutes, the carrier whisked my bag away per usual and I relaxed (a bit). Woosah!
When Sabreen and I boarded the flight, we noticed there were lots of kids. I forgot that children's spring break actually comes around the Resurrection observance, but there were little people galore. There were two little girls with matching pigtail hairstyles sitting directly in front of us. They were traveling alone. At first, they seemed very mild-mannered but now that I think of it, they were probably sleepy. When the older one took the baby to the bathroom, she looked us up and down. About 20 minutes later, the baby sister peaked through the crevice of the arm rest. She started dangling her miniature hands over the seat and here I go - "Awwww!" Sabreen quickly rolled her eyes as I lifted my hand to compare our sizes. She kept looking through and laughing, and then the older one finally looked back and said, "Hi!" They played this peak a boo game for a minute, placing things through the crevice to see if we'd take them. And then the older one starts rattling off. "My sister's just showing off."
Tia*, the 8-year old introduced herself, followed by Serena*, who's turning 5 this week. Tia ran down her sibling tree, mentioning that she's the middle child. She showed us a headband she's knitting, as Serena pulled her pigtails and started biting her. Tia kept rambling on but I think the kids were entertaining me more than we were entertaining them. (Is that what happens as you get older? Oooh goodness!) Tia broke out their mini-Chess set and a few toys, and when I got really bored, I asked her if I could borrow her coloring book. Sabreen was in and out of sleep at this point so Tia asked her if she could read one of her magazines. Sabreen passed it up front, and Tia started reading. Maybe an hour later, Sabreen notices the book is back on her lap. She looks down at the cover, and goes, "Oh no, do you think there was anything in there she shouldn't have read. I don't see anything revealing on the cover." I said, "probably." Sabreen poked Tia and asked, "Was there anything inappropriate in there?" Tia turns around quickly, "OOOH YEA. It was inappropriate alright." Tia starts dying laughing, and Sabreen tries to shush her. By the time we started landing, she turns around. "Don't fake an orgasm!" Sabreen's eyes literally pop out of her socket. SSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Tia starts up, "It said something about don't have sex with a teddy bear." She cracks up. As we're getting our stuff together, she lights up. "Sex, sex, sex!" We're waving our hands. NOOOOOOOO! Meanwhile, the little one is steady posing for pictures that we started taking on our camera phone. Tia did quiet down, but when we got to our destination, we rumaged through the magazine and discovered all of the key points in some crazy article that she absorbed, including don't sleep with a teddy bear in your bed.
It's so funny how little kids will just talk and light up. They weren't open books; Tia definitely mentioned that their mother doesn't like them speaking to strangers and we suggested that they hold firmly to that. She looked us up and down - or tried to from her seat - so I figured she checked us out and made sure we weren't weird or anything. Too bad Sabreen and I are old foggies because I really wanted to be pen pals with them but they're way too young to just randomly exchange information. Hey, I felt like 6 hours was bonding time...and that older one was so witty for an 8 year old. I'll probably remember her years from now, as I do most people I interact with (even in a short time span). She asked us when we'd be returning to Newark, and we said, "Oh on Tuesday." She replied, "We're coming back on Tuesday too. Maybe we'll see you!" We walked with them to meet their daddy, and then they pretty much forgot who we were when they saw him. Well no, they did happen to wave at us at baggage claim. I wonder who they'll both grow up to become.
That was definitely the highlight of the flight experience. Hope you guys have a great hump day! :)
Love and Hugs,
Kristen
*Yes, their names have been changed.
The "Fall Back/Spring Forward" Chronicles of Kris - 03/26/09
Good Evening Beautiful People,
...And just like that, another month has flown by...goodness jimminy ticky tacky! This has been quite the month on this side of town, but before I even get into that - A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who participated in the pilot taping of The Chronicles of Kris. For those who sent their well wishes via text and prayers, I truly truly thank you. You all are a big part of my journey and I really appreciate the support, love and laughter! We can never get enough of that...cause for those ready for the Chronicles movement (tee hee), oh it's coming!
I have a question. What makes a four year time period so significant? Elementary to middle school, middle to high school, high school to college, college to life...let's not forget presidential terms. This month has required some soul searching on my part and I noticed a pattern. Every third year, I have a major transition. During my third year in high school, it dawned on me that I could compete academically at my boarding school and my grade point average jumped. I started a dance group and did some friend shuffling. During my third year of college, I went through some sort of emotional cleansing...well if you know about fasting or any kind of flushing out, you know the first part HURTS...and hurts like hell. Although I had not been physically harmed at all in college, I just felt attacked. I remember being painfully upset with my father and a group of guys on campus because they wanted to get to "know" me instead of know me...and although they never "knew" me, I was very hurt that they were not interested in being my friend. I was so disturbed that when I came home that summer, I told my mother, "I want to stay in the house because I don't want to meet any new people." Now...you can't NOT meet people. She tried to talk me out of my funk, but that didn't come until I began teaching and fell in love with the kids and life. Since then, I've learned how to deal with people and situations in a way that works for me and leaves me generally comfortable.
But, just as fate would have it...dun dun dun...I'm in that third year of my life post-college. Eeek, oogie, and changing I am doing! And guess what? It hurrrtttssss! Actually, I'm readjusting and finding my nook of comfort in this transformative state I'm in. I just hit this place this week cause I have way too many things going on to sit in a rut. I've had so much to write to you about lately but I've been all over the place mentally/emotionally while in the same place physically. My career is evolving...but I've never really worried about that. I'm not even really afraid of that. It is what it is. But that other kind of growth, that kind of maturity that really matters...oooof! Ok I'll stop making sounds while I'm typing. LOL. I've made a few personal revelations lately about my interactions with the opposite sex. Until recently, I never fully internalized that I steer clear of relationships because subconsciously, I've felt a man's love is conditional, whether that's the love of a mate, friend, or family member - if you piss 'em off, they're gone, no questions asked!...and a woman's love is consistent, no matter what. This stems from being surrounded by strong women and not spending much time with adult men as a youngster (which ties right back into what we were discussing a few weeks ago in regards to relationships). In case you weren't a part of that conversation - Men, we need you! I came to this realization a few weeks ago when I thought I felt my heart crack (not break) when I came to grips with the fact that I was putting commitment emotions on a friendship status. Through careful self-analysis, I've learned that I cannot avoid the trials and tribulations of being vulnerable, being excited about being "more than friends." But sometimes that gets lost in translation...Hell, I've learned I can't escape being a woman and from now on, I don't think I'll ever judge someone else's situations or relationships. Dealing with people is all a part of life and if you (or I) think we can go on remaining in nice little protected huts, forget about it!
So, I'm feeling better. The sun is shining. I'm ready to get my Springtime/Summer jogging routine on and wear some bright colors. Cause life is beautiful and God is wonderful!
Let me just say, in my attempt to meet new people, I made a big mistake and gave my number to someone in the library. Yea, I know...it was February 30th, that day when I go against the grain. The person seemed alright until he smiled at me, I noticed he had two severely chipped teeth. No offense to the enamel impaired but I don't talk to you if you don't have nice teeth. End of story. That's what I get for being all nice. But you know why it took me so long to realize the gum game? I had my glasses on. Dog on it. Now I'm playing hide and don't find me! Have you ever answered your cell phone as if it were a land line - for example, "Hello?"...May I speak to Kristen?..."Oh, Kristen is not available. May I take a message?"...Yes, can you tell her Paul Bunyon called..."Yes, I'll be sure to do that." CLICK. Yep, that's me. Don't call back! LOL
Love live life. Go with your gut. Give things time to grow, breathe, and thrive on their own...and all the joys will be yours.
Kristen Victoria
...And just like that, another month has flown by...goodness jimminy ticky tacky! This has been quite the month on this side of town, but before I even get into that - A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who participated in the pilot taping of The Chronicles of Kris. For those who sent their well wishes via text and prayers, I truly truly thank you. You all are a big part of my journey and I really appreciate the support, love and laughter! We can never get enough of that...cause for those ready for the Chronicles movement (tee hee), oh it's coming!
I have a question. What makes a four year time period so significant? Elementary to middle school, middle to high school, high school to college, college to life...let's not forget presidential terms. This month has required some soul searching on my part and I noticed a pattern. Every third year, I have a major transition. During my third year in high school, it dawned on me that I could compete academically at my boarding school and my grade point average jumped. I started a dance group and did some friend shuffling. During my third year of college, I went through some sort of emotional cleansing...well if you know about fasting or any kind of flushing out, you know the first part HURTS...and hurts like hell. Although I had not been physically harmed at all in college, I just felt attacked. I remember being painfully upset with my father and a group of guys on campus because they wanted to get to "know" me instead of know me...and although they never "knew" me, I was very hurt that they were not interested in being my friend. I was so disturbed that when I came home that summer, I told my mother, "I want to stay in the house because I don't want to meet any new people." Now...you can't NOT meet people. She tried to talk me out of my funk, but that didn't come until I began teaching and fell in love with the kids and life. Since then, I've learned how to deal with people and situations in a way that works for me and leaves me generally comfortable.
But, just as fate would have it...dun dun dun...I'm in that third year of my life post-college. Eeek, oogie, and changing I am doing! And guess what? It hurrrtttssss! Actually, I'm readjusting and finding my nook of comfort in this transformative state I'm in. I just hit this place this week cause I have way too many things going on to sit in a rut. I've had so much to write to you about lately but I've been all over the place mentally/emotionally while in the same place physically. My career is evolving...but I've never really worried about that. I'm not even really afraid of that. It is what it is. But that other kind of growth, that kind of maturity that really matters...oooof! Ok I'll stop making sounds while I'm typing. LOL. I've made a few personal revelations lately about my interactions with the opposite sex. Until recently, I never fully internalized that I steer clear of relationships because subconsciously, I've felt a man's love is conditional, whether that's the love of a mate, friend, or family member - if you piss 'em off, they're gone, no questions asked!...and a woman's love is consistent, no matter what. This stems from being surrounded by strong women and not spending much time with adult men as a youngster (which ties right back into what we were discussing a few weeks ago in regards to relationships). In case you weren't a part of that conversation - Men, we need you! I came to this realization a few weeks ago when I thought I felt my heart crack (not break) when I came to grips with the fact that I was putting commitment emotions on a friendship status. Through careful self-analysis, I've learned that I cannot avoid the trials and tribulations of being vulnerable, being excited about being "more than friends." But sometimes that gets lost in translation...Hell, I've learned I can't escape being a woman and from now on, I don't think I'll ever judge someone else's situations or relationships. Dealing with people is all a part of life and if you (or I) think we can go on remaining in nice little protected huts, forget about it!
So, I'm feeling better. The sun is shining. I'm ready to get my Springtime/Summer jogging routine on and wear some bright colors. Cause life is beautiful and God is wonderful!
Let me just say, in my attempt to meet new people, I made a big mistake and gave my number to someone in the library. Yea, I know...it was February 30th, that day when I go against the grain. The person seemed alright until he smiled at me, I noticed he had two severely chipped teeth. No offense to the enamel impaired but I don't talk to you if you don't have nice teeth. End of story. That's what I get for being all nice. But you know why it took me so long to realize the gum game? I had my glasses on. Dog on it. Now I'm playing hide and don't find me! Have you ever answered your cell phone as if it were a land line - for example, "Hello?"...May I speak to Kristen?..."Oh, Kristen is not available. May I take a message?"...Yes, can you tell her Paul Bunyon called..."Yes, I'll be sure to do that." CLICK. Yep, that's me. Don't call back! LOL
Love live life. Go with your gut. Give things time to grow, breathe, and thrive on their own...and all the joys will be yours.
Kristen Victoria
The "Mixed Messages" Chronicles of Kris - 02/16/09
Good Morning Ya'll,
Last night I had a conversation with yet another 30-something year old man who has taken a step back from dating. I am meeting alot of "exhausted" good men who are tired of dealing with women. They love 'em but for now, they're leaving 'em alone! Now, there's always been a misunderstanding between the male/female minds, but I think it's safe to say that with the "I'm an independent woman, hear me roar" and the "Man, I'm just gonna do me" attitudes running rampant, no one is trying to deal with the BS anymore. Why is there such a break down between the sexes? And the unsolved mystery - what can we do to get it together?
So let's take a step back. One of my ultimate pet peeves is an adult asking a young person (ages 11-16), "So...do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?" I HATE THAT! It's not cute. From my eyes, inquiries like this indirectly pressure kids to start thinking about the opposite sex. And I truly don't understand what for! Maybe I'm rigid in my thinking but no young person under the age of 19 (and that's still low) needs to even be considering dealing with anyone on a serious level. How are we gonna effectively communicate with someone when we haven't even figured ourselves out?!?
We women are taught very early on to think of marriage and babies. From the moment we come into this world, we receive doll babies, little doll houses, we're holding bottles for our Baby Alive, etc. I was always a Cabbage Patch and Muppets-type kid but for the most part, women receive these kinds of messages throughout our entire lives. I'm not sure what men are thinking about - maybe rough housing, school, sports - but I'm starting to hear that through the messages women get, we're putting undue pressure on our male counterparts before it's time. That kind of pressure can be anything from "gimme a kiss" to "be my prom date" to "I wanna have your baby" to "why won't you marry me." I've seen both men and women lose focus before they even knew what goals and dreams to focus on because they got caught up in relating. Now of course, every situation is different. Again, this is from my perspective.
Fast-forward to now. I am 2? years old. I have liked several people in my day, but haven't dated seriously. I used to think there was something wrong with that but now I see the distinct advantages of that. I know alot of "caught up" folks, and I know a lot of people who feel they wasted their youth trying to "play house" and have an adult relationship. You know that whole "wifey" thing – and by the way, what is "wifey"?!? I'm not knocking love in any way (I love to love!) BUT I am seriously alarmed by the number of people who feel trapped, hopeless in life and the pursuit of their goals cause they're under some man or woman.
So, this is what I'm seeing. Young men and women looking for love in all the wrong places and the wrong ways. Young women want to be "committed" (whatever that word means at 18 – hmph!) while young men are just putting up with it so they can have someone to poke. Either the guys got weasled into a relationship or they are just going with the flow and wind up shrugging their shoulders about it. Of course there are always the folks just looking to poke and move, and even the ones who do establish some kind of friendship but they end up confused and heartbroken.
Then, the gentlemen have already been hurt, so now they really don't give an f and have turned into men just looking to poke. And now, there's this phenomenon of the liberated woman also looking to poke cause they can't be bothered. This leaves us with a whole lot of poking and not a lot of emotional attachment. A lot of whining and complaining to our friends, but no "stick and stay" kind of bonds.
Everyone is exhausted! And it doesn't stop there; it just gets progressively worse! The 30-something single women don't wanna be single. The 30-something single man has taken themselves off the playing field (until they start dating younger). The 20-something year old woman writes off 20-something year old men because those men haven't dealt with their feelings enough to know what they are actually feeling. The 20-something year old man plays the field because there's a 20:1 ratio out here, until he eventually gets tired of that and he wants to actually settle down a bit. But then realizes all the late 20, 30-something single women are itching for marriage and babies and that's too much. And then everyone's giving ultimatums and ending up broken up anyway.
Gosh, doesn't that cycle just suck! Do I even wanna get in that? Where do I fall in the mess? Or will I find myself in a different playing field because I'm observing this before jumping in with my eyes closed? This is a never-ending topic…because we are directly and indirectly affected by societal images. We're internalizing what our family and friends think, we're constantly replaying our own life experiences, and then finally, we may or may not get to the point where we can point out what we may hope or desire…and how we get there.
Dog on it, learning new people is supposed to be fun! I thought loving and learning is/was natural! When did expectations – we're gonna jump from point A to X – become the ultimate kill joy?
So here's what I'm doing cause I'm trying to avoid that ugly rat race. I don't claim that whole "independent woman" nonsense because I think that's a total cop out – if you're about your business, you don't need to scream it, just do it! I'm learning to listen to men. Ladies, do not go to your female friends to get advice on guys. What the hell kinda sense does that make? Go to the source! And lastly, I try to avoid doing things that would cause me to wanna put pressure on myself or the guy. And that's it, I'm done. And even in all this, of course I wanna try new things and be on someone's arm, blah blah, but not with all that other stuff. Jim-mo-ne Pete, who needs that!? Not I!
Love and Hugs,
Kris
Last night I had a conversation with yet another 30-something year old man who has taken a step back from dating. I am meeting alot of "exhausted" good men who are tired of dealing with women. They love 'em but for now, they're leaving 'em alone! Now, there's always been a misunderstanding between the male/female minds, but I think it's safe to say that with the "I'm an independent woman, hear me roar" and the "Man, I'm just gonna do me" attitudes running rampant, no one is trying to deal with the BS anymore. Why is there such a break down between the sexes? And the unsolved mystery - what can we do to get it together?
So let's take a step back. One of my ultimate pet peeves is an adult asking a young person (ages 11-16), "So...do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?" I HATE THAT! It's not cute. From my eyes, inquiries like this indirectly pressure kids to start thinking about the opposite sex. And I truly don't understand what for! Maybe I'm rigid in my thinking but no young person under the age of 19 (and that's still low) needs to even be considering dealing with anyone on a serious level. How are we gonna effectively communicate with someone when we haven't even figured ourselves out?!?
We women are taught very early on to think of marriage and babies. From the moment we come into this world, we receive doll babies, little doll houses, we're holding bottles for our Baby Alive, etc. I was always a Cabbage Patch and Muppets-type kid but for the most part, women receive these kinds of messages throughout our entire lives. I'm not sure what men are thinking about - maybe rough housing, school, sports - but I'm starting to hear that through the messages women get, we're putting undue pressure on our male counterparts before it's time. That kind of pressure can be anything from "gimme a kiss" to "be my prom date" to "I wanna have your baby" to "why won't you marry me." I've seen both men and women lose focus before they even knew what goals and dreams to focus on because they got caught up in relating. Now of course, every situation is different. Again, this is from my perspective.
Fast-forward to now. I am 2? years old. I have liked several people in my day, but haven't dated seriously. I used to think there was something wrong with that but now I see the distinct advantages of that. I know alot of "caught up" folks, and I know a lot of people who feel they wasted their youth trying to "play house" and have an adult relationship. You know that whole "wifey" thing – and by the way, what is "wifey"?!? I'm not knocking love in any way (I love to love!) BUT I am seriously alarmed by the number of people who feel trapped, hopeless in life and the pursuit of their goals cause they're under some man or woman.
So, this is what I'm seeing. Young men and women looking for love in all the wrong places and the wrong ways. Young women want to be "committed" (whatever that word means at 18 – hmph!) while young men are just putting up with it so they can have someone to poke. Either the guys got weasled into a relationship or they are just going with the flow and wind up shrugging their shoulders about it. Of course there are always the folks just looking to poke and move, and even the ones who do establish some kind of friendship but they end up confused and heartbroken.
Then, the gentlemen have already been hurt, so now they really don't give an f and have turned into men just looking to poke. And now, there's this phenomenon of the liberated woman also looking to poke cause they can't be bothered. This leaves us with a whole lot of poking and not a lot of emotional attachment. A lot of whining and complaining to our friends, but no "stick and stay" kind of bonds.
Everyone is exhausted! And it doesn't stop there; it just gets progressively worse! The 30-something single women don't wanna be single. The 30-something single man has taken themselves off the playing field (until they start dating younger). The 20-something year old woman writes off 20-something year old men because those men haven't dealt with their feelings enough to know what they are actually feeling. The 20-something year old man plays the field because there's a 20:1 ratio out here, until he eventually gets tired of that and he wants to actually settle down a bit. But then realizes all the late 20, 30-something single women are itching for marriage and babies and that's too much. And then everyone's giving ultimatums and ending up broken up anyway.
Gosh, doesn't that cycle just suck! Do I even wanna get in that? Where do I fall in the mess? Or will I find myself in a different playing field because I'm observing this before jumping in with my eyes closed? This is a never-ending topic…because we are directly and indirectly affected by societal images. We're internalizing what our family and friends think, we're constantly replaying our own life experiences, and then finally, we may or may not get to the point where we can point out what we may hope or desire…and how we get there.
Dog on it, learning new people is supposed to be fun! I thought loving and learning is/was natural! When did expectations – we're gonna jump from point A to X – become the ultimate kill joy?
So here's what I'm doing cause I'm trying to avoid that ugly rat race. I don't claim that whole "independent woman" nonsense because I think that's a total cop out – if you're about your business, you don't need to scream it, just do it! I'm learning to listen to men. Ladies, do not go to your female friends to get advice on guys. What the hell kinda sense does that make? Go to the source! And lastly, I try to avoid doing things that would cause me to wanna put pressure on myself or the guy. And that's it, I'm done. And even in all this, of course I wanna try new things and be on someone's arm, blah blah, but not with all that other stuff. Jim-mo-ne Pete, who needs that!? Not I!
Love and Hugs,
Kris
The 'Glimpse at Christmas Past, Present, and Future' Chronicles of Kris - 12/23/08
PAST:
Just like Santa wrote down children's good deeds, he also kept a record of good mommies and daddies. Well of course, MY Mommy was at the top of the list because 'she's a P.T.P'er - Primetime Player. She's awesome with a capital A!' Every year Mommy would ask me for my Christmas list and like clockwork, it would be a mile long. Well one Christmas, I didn't think I was gonna make out so well. If I recall correctly, Mommy may have mentioned that things were a little tight on her end and I understood. We'd broken my piggy bank full of pennies to get food to eat so I imagine I put two and two together about needing money. Because we lived in a studio apartment with my grandmother, we couldn't fit an actual tree in our place so we had a miniature tree on top of our television. I stared at the tree when I went to sleep, praying that Santa received my letters! I was hopeful on Christmas Eve and when I woke up for a split second in the middle of the night, I saw shadows of boxes. But Santa sprinkled more sleepytime dust over my eyes so I fell back into a deep sleep. But when I rose that morning, there were goo gobbs of boxes with my name on it. Most of them said 'From Santa,' and when I woke up, I thought, 'See, I KNEW Mommy and Santa have a pact!! I KNEW IT! I knew he wouldn't let her down.' But how'd he get his big ol stomach through the crevice in our window anyway? (Cause we only had a slight opening in the window.) Aww, I wonder if he morphs shapes or if Mommy strong armed him into our home. To this day, I really don't believe how my Mommy was able to accomplish that. And I won't know how Christmas feels as a parent until I have children of my own. But all year round, she made sure that I never wanted for anything. And I am eternally grateful...
PRESENT:
For all of us Chroniclers in our 20s, I have a secret to share...we are babies in this thing! I always thought 2? was so wise and so mature, but being 2? is like being a kid in grown-up land. Not all the time, but sometimes! I've been experiencing and/or witnessing a few situations with people that have caused me to reflect a lot. These occurances take me back to thoughts of my childhood innocence but also my teenage idealism and insecurities. It took me a few years to understand the meaning of true friendship, the kind that strengthens, uplifts, encourages, and validates. But even with all that mushy stuff, true validation comes with self-acceptance and self-appreciation, and that comes with time, experience, and an open heart. Looking to other people (especially your own age) for acceptance is dangerous; people respond to the kind of energy you put out. So if you face your enemies or even your friends with a helpless nature, they're actually always going to respond to you like you're helpless. Not because they don't care, but simply because they're going through their own identity growth spurts and probably don't have the time or attention to deal with yours. In high school, I depended deeply on the opinions of friends. Since I was away at boarding school, that was the only thing that mattered to me. But the more I leaned on their shoulders, the more I felt they inched over so I could fall. The more I asked my peers 'Am I beautiful, am I this, am I that,' the less attractive I felt in a lot of ways. And because of that, I hated - I mean - HATED females, and it took me years to move passed that. It also took me a long time to get passed not having many adult male role models but that's a Chronicle for another day! I was very closed off for a while but those relationships, or lack there of, truly shaped how I view friendships now. I'm so grateful I experienced that then and not now. Imagine me being a Scrooge now? I know, not cute!
So anyway...I am extremely appreciative of the men and women who have changed my views of people, who have allowed and are allowing me to see the beauty of living. Those who have taken my hand and touched my heart because dog on it, you're awesome with a capital A! Those who have stood in the gaps for someone I thought would be there. Those who show me that without love and laughter, life is meaningless. I could go on and on because my life has truly been blessed through knowing you! Yes, yes you...you're not on the Chronicles for kicks!
FUTURE:
Hmmm, it's all seeming pretty cloudy honestly...which is a GREAT thing! The last time I felt like this was May 06 when I graduated. I didn't know what to expect...I just went with the flow and low and behold, after taking the most cleansing road trip ever with my cousin and best friend, I landed right into my profession/career as a writer. (I was always a writer but didn't consider myself one until someone told me I was one. SMH - lol) Lots of things are bubbling so that only means God's up to something! Now, you know what, that's awesome with a capital A! It could have been another way...Thank you all for being!
Our paths crossed for a reason...Soooooooo thankful for warmth in every sense of the word cause it could be a different way!!!!!!! Now go spread some good cheer!
Kristen Victoria
P.S. Just so you know, I found out Santa and Mommy were the same person when I decided to spend the holidays with another family member. I may have been 11 at the time and when I found out, I broke out into an argument with my cousins about how Santa just doesn't come to their home. It took me a few years to get over that! Actually I'm still a little salty now! :)
Just like Santa wrote down children's good deeds, he also kept a record of good mommies and daddies. Well of course, MY Mommy was at the top of the list because 'she's a P.T.P'er - Primetime Player. She's awesome with a capital A!' Every year Mommy would ask me for my Christmas list and like clockwork, it would be a mile long. Well one Christmas, I didn't think I was gonna make out so well. If I recall correctly, Mommy may have mentioned that things were a little tight on her end and I understood. We'd broken my piggy bank full of pennies to get food to eat so I imagine I put two and two together about needing money. Because we lived in a studio apartment with my grandmother, we couldn't fit an actual tree in our place so we had a miniature tree on top of our television. I stared at the tree when I went to sleep, praying that Santa received my letters! I was hopeful on Christmas Eve and when I woke up for a split second in the middle of the night, I saw shadows of boxes. But Santa sprinkled more sleepytime dust over my eyes so I fell back into a deep sleep. But when I rose that morning, there were goo gobbs of boxes with my name on it. Most of them said 'From Santa,' and when I woke up, I thought, 'See, I KNEW Mommy and Santa have a pact!! I KNEW IT! I knew he wouldn't let her down.' But how'd he get his big ol stomach through the crevice in our window anyway? (Cause we only had a slight opening in the window.) Aww, I wonder if he morphs shapes or if Mommy strong armed him into our home. To this day, I really don't believe how my Mommy was able to accomplish that. And I won't know how Christmas feels as a parent until I have children of my own. But all year round, she made sure that I never wanted for anything. And I am eternally grateful...
PRESENT:
For all of us Chroniclers in our 20s, I have a secret to share...we are babies in this thing! I always thought 2? was so wise and so mature, but being 2? is like being a kid in grown-up land. Not all the time, but sometimes! I've been experiencing and/or witnessing a few situations with people that have caused me to reflect a lot. These occurances take me back to thoughts of my childhood innocence but also my teenage idealism and insecurities. It took me a few years to understand the meaning of true friendship, the kind that strengthens, uplifts, encourages, and validates. But even with all that mushy stuff, true validation comes with self-acceptance and self-appreciation, and that comes with time, experience, and an open heart. Looking to other people (especially your own age) for acceptance is dangerous; people respond to the kind of energy you put out. So if you face your enemies or even your friends with a helpless nature, they're actually always going to respond to you like you're helpless. Not because they don't care, but simply because they're going through their own identity growth spurts and probably don't have the time or attention to deal with yours. In high school, I depended deeply on the opinions of friends. Since I was away at boarding school, that was the only thing that mattered to me. But the more I leaned on their shoulders, the more I felt they inched over so I could fall. The more I asked my peers 'Am I beautiful, am I this, am I that,' the less attractive I felt in a lot of ways. And because of that, I hated - I mean - HATED females, and it took me years to move passed that. It also took me a long time to get passed not having many adult male role models but that's a Chronicle for another day! I was very closed off for a while but those relationships, or lack there of, truly shaped how I view friendships now. I'm so grateful I experienced that then and not now. Imagine me being a Scrooge now? I know, not cute!
So anyway...I am extremely appreciative of the men and women who have changed my views of people, who have allowed and are allowing me to see the beauty of living. Those who have taken my hand and touched my heart because dog on it, you're awesome with a capital A! Those who have stood in the gaps for someone I thought would be there. Those who show me that without love and laughter, life is meaningless. I could go on and on because my life has truly been blessed through knowing you! Yes, yes you...you're not on the Chronicles for kicks!
FUTURE:
Hmmm, it's all seeming pretty cloudy honestly...which is a GREAT thing! The last time I felt like this was May 06 when I graduated. I didn't know what to expect...I just went with the flow and low and behold, after taking the most cleansing road trip ever with my cousin and best friend, I landed right into my profession/career as a writer. (I was always a writer but didn't consider myself one until someone told me I was one. SMH - lol) Lots of things are bubbling so that only means God's up to something! Now, you know what, that's awesome with a capital A! It could have been another way...Thank you all for being!
Our paths crossed for a reason...Soooooooo thankful for warmth in every sense of the word cause it could be a different way!!!!!!! Now go spread some good cheer!
Kristen Victoria
P.S. Just so you know, I found out Santa and Mommy were the same person when I decided to spend the holidays with another family member. I may have been 11 at the time and when I found out, I broke out into an argument with my cousins about how Santa just doesn't come to their home. It took me a few years to get over that! Actually I'm still a little salty now! :)
The 'Sprite Factor' Chronicles of Kris - 12/22/08
Good Morning Everyone,
The holidays are officially among us. Christmas feels a little less commercial this year – maybe because I turned off the tv and refused to go to the mall except to SELL back electronics at FYE. But more evidently, this “let’s just be together around the fire” sentiment has a lot to do with the economy falling flat on its behind, just like I did the ONE time I tried to go outside during the snow storm on Friday. Man, you know how you feel things transpire in slow motion as they are happening? Nope, that wasn’t me. Frazier was up and then she was dooown in the worst way! Everything went flying out of my hands EXCEPT for…you guessed it…my Crackberry. Geez…someone hook me up with an endorsement already.
Two Fridays ago I accepted an invitation to go out to dinner with an old friend. To give you some very brief background, it was another one of those “swing and miss” situations – he likes me, I like him, then he doesn’t act like he likes me, I follow suit, then I find out he was confused about his attraction to me, and then I just leave it alone. NEXT. You know how it goes…After catching up for a bit, he started saying some nonsense like, “I’m glad we’re still friends.” Huh? I’m very careful about giving people the privilege of being slapped with the friend title. My reply, “I didn’t know we were friends.” LOL. I wouldn’t constitute our interaction as being friends, as he couldn’t seem to get off the same “what happened, why don’t we talk” conversation. Now that I’m starting to seek understanding in my relationships with guys, I realize a lot more gets lost in translation than one would think. The obvious hints, bread crumbs, all of that does not mean a thing. “Awww, he shoulda known, couldn’t he tell?” WHOMP WHOMP! It’s all about what you say and how you act, not how you feel and what you think those feelings are projecting.
The most important thing that I took away from this exchange was how hard he was trying to convince me of the type of man he is, as he probably didn’t appreciate being pegged as a “poser,” someone who does things for meaningless show. I continually said, “You could easily be the sweetest person; I didn’t experience that side of you, and that’s ok.” I’m sure he was more disappointed with how I perceive him more than anything, and that conversation made me think of several people struggling with the same thing.
IMAGE IS NOTHING!
When you are who you are, people see that! All this “I’m tryin’ to be, I don’t want people to think…” – that’s played! If you did something great or foul, just say, “Yea I did it, and what?!?” No one is perfect. IMAGE IS NOTHING! Stop trying to be and just be. If you’re an asshole, be the best asshole you can be! If you’re a sweetie pie pie, give someone an awful toothache cause that’s who you are – a sweetie pie pie! Or if you can’t figure it out, just move away and start over…that’ll help. LOL
Hmmm, this is also coming from someone whose image pretty much matches who I am – but even with that, it’s taken me a while to be comfortable with all sides of my personality and accept myself for who I am. I have some great qualities and some not-so-great qualities. I’m a team player at times, and a spoiled brat at times. I give effortlessly, but there are still “this is MY world” moments. I listen to most people's views, but I am politically incorrect. But that’s me. Leave it or love it. And I suggest we all do the same thing!
I’m sure the you you are is better than the you you force people to know. Why? Cause it’s effortless, it’s free, it’s fun, it’s uninhibited, and most importantly, it’s human. So take off those masks, it ain’t Halloween. Ok, I’m done. Onto another thought.
Three years ago I wrote down the top 8 philosophies I live by and they still apply. Hope you enjoy :)
*Our lives are really only just beginning. So in honor of this accomplishment, I've compiled the top eight things I've learned thus far in life:
8- Don't sweat the small stuff. You'll notice no one else is getting all bent out of shape but you. So breathe easy and realize it's just not that serious.
7- If drama is simply unavoidable, keep your head up, eyes open and mouth shut and retreat back to your camp. You can't control those around you but you can control how you react.
6- In relationships, don't assume a position you don't have.
5- Emotions override labels.
4- God gives us goals & dreams so that we can birth these visions into reality.
3- In order to remain happy, you must be protective of your personal space. MEANING USE LESS OF YOUR TIME WITH USELESS PEOPLE.
2- Don't become upset because other people lack the gift that God specifically gave to you.
1- There is great strength in vulnerability.
And in honor of Michael Jackson, who I heard was very ill – let’s hold a candle in the air for him -here’s one of my favorite MJ quotes:“When I think of courage, I think of the Cowardly Lion in The Wizard of Oz. He was always running away from danger. He often cried and shook with fear. But he was also sharing his real feelings with those he loved, even though he didn’t always like those feelings. That takes real courage, the courage to be intimate. Expressing your feelings is not the same as falling apart in front of someone else- it’s being accepting and true to your heart, whatever it may say. When you have the courage to be intimate, you know who you are, and you’re willing to let others see that. It’s scary, because you feel so vulnerable, so open to rejection. But without self-acceptance, the other kind of courage, the kind heroes show in movies, seems hollow. In spite of the risks, the courage to be honest and intimate opens the way to self-discovery. It offers what we all want, the promise of love. –Michael Jackson
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
The holidays are officially among us. Christmas feels a little less commercial this year – maybe because I turned off the tv and refused to go to the mall except to SELL back electronics at FYE. But more evidently, this “let’s just be together around the fire” sentiment has a lot to do with the economy falling flat on its behind, just like I did the ONE time I tried to go outside during the snow storm on Friday. Man, you know how you feel things transpire in slow motion as they are happening? Nope, that wasn’t me. Frazier was up and then she was dooown in the worst way! Everything went flying out of my hands EXCEPT for…you guessed it…my Crackberry. Geez…someone hook me up with an endorsement already.
Two Fridays ago I accepted an invitation to go out to dinner with an old friend. To give you some very brief background, it was another one of those “swing and miss” situations – he likes me, I like him, then he doesn’t act like he likes me, I follow suit, then I find out he was confused about his attraction to me, and then I just leave it alone. NEXT. You know how it goes…After catching up for a bit, he started saying some nonsense like, “I’m glad we’re still friends.” Huh? I’m very careful about giving people the privilege of being slapped with the friend title. My reply, “I didn’t know we were friends.” LOL. I wouldn’t constitute our interaction as being friends, as he couldn’t seem to get off the same “what happened, why don’t we talk” conversation. Now that I’m starting to seek understanding in my relationships with guys, I realize a lot more gets lost in translation than one would think. The obvious hints, bread crumbs, all of that does not mean a thing. “Awww, he shoulda known, couldn’t he tell?” WHOMP WHOMP! It’s all about what you say and how you act, not how you feel and what you think those feelings are projecting.
The most important thing that I took away from this exchange was how hard he was trying to convince me of the type of man he is, as he probably didn’t appreciate being pegged as a “poser,” someone who does things for meaningless show. I continually said, “You could easily be the sweetest person; I didn’t experience that side of you, and that’s ok.” I’m sure he was more disappointed with how I perceive him more than anything, and that conversation made me think of several people struggling with the same thing.
IMAGE IS NOTHING!
When you are who you are, people see that! All this “I’m tryin’ to be, I don’t want people to think…” – that’s played! If you did something great or foul, just say, “Yea I did it, and what?!?” No one is perfect. IMAGE IS NOTHING! Stop trying to be and just be. If you’re an asshole, be the best asshole you can be! If you’re a sweetie pie pie, give someone an awful toothache cause that’s who you are – a sweetie pie pie! Or if you can’t figure it out, just move away and start over…that’ll help. LOL
Hmmm, this is also coming from someone whose image pretty much matches who I am – but even with that, it’s taken me a while to be comfortable with all sides of my personality and accept myself for who I am. I have some great qualities and some not-so-great qualities. I’m a team player at times, and a spoiled brat at times. I give effortlessly, but there are still “this is MY world” moments. I listen to most people's views, but I am politically incorrect. But that’s me. Leave it or love it. And I suggest we all do the same thing!
I’m sure the you you are is better than the you you force people to know. Why? Cause it’s effortless, it’s free, it’s fun, it’s uninhibited, and most importantly, it’s human. So take off those masks, it ain’t Halloween. Ok, I’m done. Onto another thought.
Three years ago I wrote down the top 8 philosophies I live by and they still apply. Hope you enjoy :)
*Our lives are really only just beginning. So in honor of this accomplishment, I've compiled the top eight things I've learned thus far in life:
8- Don't sweat the small stuff. You'll notice no one else is getting all bent out of shape but you. So breathe easy and realize it's just not that serious.
7- If drama is simply unavoidable, keep your head up, eyes open and mouth shut and retreat back to your camp. You can't control those around you but you can control how you react.
6- In relationships, don't assume a position you don't have.
5- Emotions override labels.
4- God gives us goals & dreams so that we can birth these visions into reality.
3- In order to remain happy, you must be protective of your personal space. MEANING USE LESS OF YOUR TIME WITH USELESS PEOPLE.
2- Don't become upset because other people lack the gift that God specifically gave to you.
1- There is great strength in vulnerability.
And in honor of Michael Jackson, who I heard was very ill – let’s hold a candle in the air for him -here’s one of my favorite MJ quotes:“When I think of courage, I think of the Cowardly Lion in The Wizard of Oz. He was always running away from danger. He often cried and shook with fear. But he was also sharing his real feelings with those he loved, even though he didn’t always like those feelings. That takes real courage, the courage to be intimate. Expressing your feelings is not the same as falling apart in front of someone else- it’s being accepting and true to your heart, whatever it may say. When you have the courage to be intimate, you know who you are, and you’re willing to let others see that. It’s scary, because you feel so vulnerable, so open to rejection. But without self-acceptance, the other kind of courage, the kind heroes show in movies, seems hollow. In spite of the risks, the courage to be honest and intimate opens the way to self-discovery. It offers what we all want, the promise of love. –Michael Jackson
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
The '90s Babies' Chronicles of Kris - 12/08/08
There's a new phenomenon around town and it's here to stay. Last night I was flipping through the cable stations and I stopped on a public access channel. What did I see? Children with slicked down sideburns, multi-colored hair tracks, and sweat glistened foreheads all cheesing as the camera zoomed by. And the dj yelled, '90s babies, make some muthalovin noise!' My palm hit my mouth. What the hell? 90s? 90s?!? What does he mean by that? These kids are...COMING OF AGE!
90s babies can actually party at teen clubs. And better yet, folks born in 1990 are now 18 years old which means they can actually hit certain venues. Oh man. That means one thing - I am getting old! And crack monkey music is gonna win over more clubs now than ever. In 2011, will I have to REQUEST BBD's Poison as opposed to just expecting it to come on at every flippin party? Worse (not better yet), just think about this - what is the 90s kids equivalent to Poison? Aww man that's a sad question to even consider answering. I assume it's a Jay-Z song...I guess it wouldn't be so bad if it's Jay-Z. Hmmm...I'm just sayin! That snap craze caught hold of them and that goodness awful Soulja Boy. Was that a movement? Would we consider that a bonafide dance to remember years from now. Unfortunately...I'd have to say yes...especially when you've got old people, random celebs, and people in the state of Kentucky doing the Yuuuuhh! My thought - ugggggh!I feel sorry for 90s babies. They'll never know good music. They've been trained to like filth...hot garbage! They'll never know they deserve more...oh their precious ears. Lol.
But is that how 70s babies feel about 80s babies music? Cause I am literally obsessed with 80s babies music and no one can tell me nothin! Troop, Hi-Five, Potrait, After 7, Keith Washington, Ill Al Scratch, Shanice, the Uptown movement - all day er'day! I am trapped in the last era of decent music. So we've got a few more years of partying before the 90s babies really trespass but I know one thing - their awful tunes aren't gonna run me outta the club...without a dance fight! You think the Kid N Play mixed with the MC Hammer can sweep them off the floor?!? We'll find out soon enough...
Rehearsing my 8 count that'll put these kids to shame,
Kris
90s babies can actually party at teen clubs. And better yet, folks born in 1990 are now 18 years old which means they can actually hit certain venues. Oh man. That means one thing - I am getting old! And crack monkey music is gonna win over more clubs now than ever. In 2011, will I have to REQUEST BBD's Poison as opposed to just expecting it to come on at every flippin party? Worse (not better yet), just think about this - what is the 90s kids equivalent to Poison? Aww man that's a sad question to even consider answering. I assume it's a Jay-Z song...I guess it wouldn't be so bad if it's Jay-Z. Hmmm...I'm just sayin! That snap craze caught hold of them and that goodness awful Soulja Boy. Was that a movement? Would we consider that a bonafide dance to remember years from now. Unfortunately...I'd have to say yes...especially when you've got old people, random celebs, and people in the state of Kentucky doing the Yuuuuhh! My thought - ugggggh!I feel sorry for 90s babies. They'll never know good music. They've been trained to like filth...hot garbage! They'll never know they deserve more...oh their precious ears. Lol.
But is that how 70s babies feel about 80s babies music? Cause I am literally obsessed with 80s babies music and no one can tell me nothin! Troop, Hi-Five, Potrait, After 7, Keith Washington, Ill Al Scratch, Shanice, the Uptown movement - all day er'day! I am trapped in the last era of decent music. So we've got a few more years of partying before the 90s babies really trespass but I know one thing - their awful tunes aren't gonna run me outta the club...without a dance fight! You think the Kid N Play mixed with the MC Hammer can sweep them off the floor?!? We'll find out soon enough...
Rehearsing my 8 count that'll put these kids to shame,
Kris
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