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
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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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