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The ramblings of an Everychild
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| Tuesday, September 6th, 2005 |
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Had our first rehearsal for No Exit this evening and it made me like, a hundred times more excited for this show than I already was. First of all, the cast rocks. I'm glad to get a chance to work with Eric and Alan again and with Jen for the first time. And Katrina as stage manager, we can't go wrong. I'm just so thrilled to be working with Randy. I did with As You Like It, obviously, but this is a much bigger part and a much smaller cast. I know I'll learn a lot from him and from the experiance. I just feel really lucky and honored to have been cast, I guess. And then there's the stage! We're using an alley stage (the stage is in the middle and the audience is on either side of it), which is a first for me (and for the rest of the cast, I think). It's going to be all sorts of crazy new challenges working on a stage like that. Finally there's my character. Inez Serrano, the second French woman I've played, although Inez is a far cry from Mariette Levieux. She's got absolutely nothing redeeming about her, a malicious wicked, evil woman, but oh man, is she ever gonna be fun to play. I mean, check out this speech: Well, what are you waiting for? Do as you're told. What a lovely scene" Coward Cradow holding baby-killer Estelle in his manly arms! Make your stakes, everyone. Will coward Cradow kiss the lady, or won't he dare? What's the betting? I'm watching you, everybody's watching, I'm a crowd all by myself. Do you hear the crowd? Do you hear them muttering, Cradow? Mumbling, muttering. "Coward! Coward! Coward! Coward!" That's what they're saying. . . it's no use trying to escape, I'll never let you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I shan't forget you, not I! "It's me you must convince", so come to me. I'm waiting. Come along now . . . look how obedient he is, like a well-trained dog who comes when his mistress calls. You can't hold him, and you never will. How wonderfully evil is that? This play is going to rock, hard core kids. That is all. Kate |
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| Sunday, September 4th, 2005 |
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You know what rules? The Pequot Four. Oh, and the Ren Fest. We set out again this afternoon, rocking it out to Disney Princess songs and eventually, Les Miserables, arriving at about 1:30. We were on our way to the center of things to see the parade (and the King and Queen, turns out the "member of the court" I mentioned in my last entry who called us Her Majesty's fan club was His Highness, the king) when a blonde woman in costume told us that we should stay for combat human chess. My late cousin Bonnie was a participant in human chess in her time, so I wanted to see it and it looked like a good time. We found out we were sitting on the White side and thus, cheering for the good guys. We had a grand ol' time cheering and screaming, encouraging a member of the Black side to seek us out and tell us he wished we had been cheering for him. And the blonde lady (who turned out to be Lady Elora who oversaw the match) told us they needed cheerleaders at the five o'clock show as well. We went to the joust again, sceaming our darndest for Sir Joseph. I think next time we go, we'll have to sit on Sir Robert's side. I have a bit of a soft spot for Sir Robert (despite the crude gesture we got from him, tee hee), as he was the first knight I ever saw and cheered for. We eventually made our way back to the guy selling the coin necklaces. They were 17 bucks (for copper, 40 for silver), but they custom make them for you in front of your eyes on a Da Vinci coin press thing. I liked the look of them, and I like being able to support the performers and artisians. They don't make a lot of money I'm sure, they are always incredibly nice and what they do is . . . cool and rare, I guess. So I like to support them when I can. So I bought a necklace with a Tudor rose on one side and Queen Elizabeth I on the other and put money in hats when I could. We ended up back at the human chess game again, this time sitting on the evil side. It was a good time, although Lady Elora gently and good humoredly (is that a word? Survey says, YES.) scolded us. The guy who talked to us last time blew kisses at us from the stage (which we returned with enthusiasm). At the end, however, the action on stage went something like this: Sir Adrian: What happened? Sir R something: What always happens! You win and the crowd -even those ladies in the back who were cheering for me the whole time!- claps for you! The four of us were those ladies. It was a good time, but we got dehyrdrated and tired. But I'm seriously pumped for more merriment next weekend. Currently, my dear cousin Lissa is here and tomorrow we're going to my cousin Joyce's house for Labor Day eatings and laundry. I have been holding out on my clothes washing 'cause I can do it at Joyce's for free. I need new clothes. I look forward to getting started on No Exit and reading Hamlet this week. Wee! -Glorianna I mean Kate, who loves, loves, loves, KaCoolest, Kiddo, and her royal cousin Mary. PEQUOT FOREVER. |
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| Saturday, September 3rd, 2005 |
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Well, this morning at ten am, Heather, 'Trina, Steph and I headed out to the Ren Fest, after Katrina cashed in 170 dollars worth of 50 cent pieces her "crazy grandma" gave her. Thanks to Justin, we got in not only for free, but through the crazy special character gate. We spent the morning looking at cool stuff (including these coins worn as necklaces, they have Tudor roses and a Queen Elizabeth one I'm thinking about getting) and enjoying the pagentry. We watched Justin dance, which was very cool, and met some of his cool friends. We eventually got hungry and got in line for bread bowl soup. The sky was looking dark and as we were getting concerned about the rain, a fat drop fell on my arm. "Hm . . ." I said, and the sky opened up. We abandoned the soup line and ran for cover, ducking into an eating area, covered by an arbor thing (as in, it was not solid and rain kept falling on us). We waited for a while until the rain let up, then returned to the bread line, where we stood for about three minutes before the rain started pouring again. We rushed up to the booth where I bought beef stew and then I went to the guy at the wine booth who was selling ponchos. The following conversation took place: Me: I'll take one of those ponchos. Man: Which color? Me: Better give me blue. Man: It matches your eyes. Me: Really? They're brown. Man: Well, I can't see. So I bought the poncho and drapped it over the heads of my counterparts. We walked in a shuffling group to our former spot. There we stood, facing each other under my poncho, eating our tasty soup. Eventually everyone bought a poncho and we set out again to enjoy the fair. We watched the parade and attracted the attention of the Queen. I also kissed a wooden frog and participated in the parade myself for ten seconds until the guy who had took my place stopped me and continued on his way. We then enjoyed some jousting, again attracting the attention of the Lady Queen who said something to the affect of "Well done, my dears." and one of her court called us her fan club. Then we were as loud and as enthusiastic as we could possibly be for our Knight, Sir Joseph. We won the affection of our good night and the girl who was in charge of getting the crowd riled up. Sir Robert (the same one from last year) also favored us with an accusing point of his lance and a rude gesture. A good time was had by all. As we continued on our way, the sky was getting dark again and more ominous. "Do you guys think that maybe we should head out?" I said, noticing the flood of people going for the gates. We then noticed people in costume standing on benches yelling things like: "Get out!" "Flee for your lives!" "By some chocolates as you flee!" and most importantly, "A tornado's coming!" So several hundred people all ran for their cars as the sky started doing horrible, scary things (as seen in Trina's journal) and there were were, trapped in a huge field filled with cars. There was frantic phone calls to our family and a tense half hour or so before we got out and on the road. But mostly it was a good time. We'll return tomorrow for Drum Jam and the Tortulga Twins. |
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| Friday, September 2nd, 2005 |
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So the cast list was scheduled to be up at 12:00 today. I have a class that starts at noon, along with Jen and Mel. You can imagine the three of us were pretty tense throughout class and not much of what the prof said was actually heard. So as soon as class was over, the three of us hurried down to the call board as fast as Jen and Mel's impractical shoes would carry them only to find . . . another call back list and a note saying the actual cast list would go up at 2:30. Well, nutbunnies. I went to work, being sent to the costume studio to do some cleaning with Katrina and a freshman girl. Eric and Brenna showed up with Taco Bell and sat in the design studio. Katrina and I joined them and Nathan did as well from somewhere. We talked and complained, as is our want. Eric told me he thought I did well in my call back, I told him the same. Brenna went out to the hall, promising to yell when the list went up. Not five minutes later, I heard a crowd gathering and Brenna yelling. "KATE, KATE!" I ran out. "YOU MADE IT! YOU'RE . . . Eniz?" "INEZ!" I happily proclaimed. Eric, on finding out that he is Garcin, came up to me. "YES!" He said, and then I hugged him and hugged Brenna and it was a good time. So all my dreams have come true, I'm an evil lesbian. We sat down to talk some more and Eric said that now he had gotten in, he could admit how badly he wanted the part. I'm delighted to be cast with him again, as well as Jen and Alan. Jen and I auditioned together and I think we had mad lesbian chemistry, so go us. Wee! Okay, so now Heather's over (wee!) as is Brian, we're playing violent video games and waiting for our pizza. The End. |
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| Thursday, September 1st, 2005 |
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Well, I'm on a job hunt. Blah. I don't want to talk about it, it just makes me mad. I made call backs for No Exit, I'm obviously being considered for Inez (never once read for Estelle), along with Jen and Sarah. It took about an hour and I read four, maybe five times. I'm nervous, nervous, nervous. I want the part, I think I would do well (Aaron said I was so creepy it gave him the chills, although I'm not sure that was intended as a compliment) and I would love the chance to try it. But Sarah and Jen have seniority. . . Well, there's nothing I can do now, I gave it my best, relished every wicked line, spoke with as much vile as I could with Garcin, as seductive as I could to Estelle (and let me tell you, it's interesting working to seduce another woman) and gave the monolouge my all. So now there's no point in thinking about it. Right. Not thinking about it. Here I go. Here's a yucky story. Dance was fun today, but man, I was dripping. I don't usually sweat that much, but I was gross. I was feeling self concious until I noticed Randy's shirt damp in places and other students wiping at their faces with vigor. Clearly, we need A/C in there. Randy laid down the rule that if you come late, you don't participate, so Frankie and Katrina were banished to the sidelines. It was a good time, except when we had to jeté continuously in two circles, one inside the other. I got dizzy and a little disoriented and grateful we only had to do it to the right. I've decided script analysis is a cool class. The subject matter is a little dry at times, but it's very open and a bit rowdy at times, more like an open forum. Randy keeps us engaged and is never too serious. I ate in class for the first time ever today. Katrina and I mixed up some tuna during our break and brought it back to the classroom with crackers and apples. I offered Randy a cracker, which he took and then berated Dan for always bringing food to class but never sharing. I cheerfully offered everyone in the class a cracker, which five people took me up on. Good times. Apparently STAGE is gonna have Wends. night aerobics and I will totally go and it will be awesome, especially with Brenna's Barbie Aerobics tape. Wee! Fun quiz:  Wash Which Firefly Guy is For You? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Wednesday, August 31st, 2005 |
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You know what's fun? ( Surveys from Princess Fluff! ) Also, had my Grease audition today. I sang Happy Birthday. Katrina said if had sang slower and sluttier, I would have sounded just like Marylin Monroe, which sort of makes me think, wtf? =0) All in all, it was unexceptional. |
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| Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 |
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So my first real week of class has begun. I think math will be a bit dull, but not as horrible as my prior math classes. The prof actually appears to be applying what we're learning to actual real life situations (even if they are mundane situations, like using Euler circuts/pathes to plan snow plow routes), which helps me to wrap my head around the concepts. Child Psych should be interesting, my prof is very, very excitied about the subject, so that helps. She reminds me of Basma in that she likes to have us up doing group work and the like. Which is fine, but some days, I want to just sit and take notes during lecture. Script analysis will be interesting and helpful, I think. I like Randy's lectures. I'm definitely thinking about Plato and the idea of Form vs. Reality vs. False Reality, which I don't think was the point of the lecture and is also a totally bizzare concept. As for Directing, I'm not sure. It's the first time I've had Michael as a prof and I'm pretty pumped about directing my own scene. We'll see how it goes. It's really nice to be back in dance and nice to be in the know. I just finished auditioning for Sarte's No Exit. I would really like to play Inez, the malicious (of course, they're all a bit malicious, they are in Hell after all) lesbian. She seems very preditorial to me, very unlike anything I've ever done. I think I can be that nasty, that manipulative. My looks concern me. This is not meant to be any comment on my beauty/lack thereof. But my features are rather soft, sort of sweet or pleasant. Perhaps if I were a sultry, dangerous looking beauty (like that home wrecker Jolie) I'd have a better chance. But who knows. Lots of people auditioned, and I felt good about my performance. But Randy is hard to read. We'll see. Anyway, I've got some homework to do. |
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| Sunday, August 28th, 2005 |
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Went to the Farmer's Market today with my parents, Kelsey, Robin and Ka'trina. The first thing I'd like to say is: Erika, I deeply regret that you and I never got there when you were still going to school here. Although you would be hard pressed to find Cheese Wiz there. I've never been to the FM here before and it was a good time. All of those beautiful fruits and veggies, all locally grown. Dad slipped me five dollars and I had four singles left over from last night. I bought apples, potatoes, tomatoes and honey with that little stash. I sweet talked dad into buying me some tomato focaccia, which he did mainly because a) he loves me and b) it came with a free loaf of french bread that he wanted. Then I borrowed four bucks from Kelsey and bought a beautiful watermelon. My parents went crazy. They bought carrots, celery, onions, tomaotes, Japanese eggplant, zuccini, cantalope, broccoli and beans. Kelsey also did a little shopping. She liked a little Vietnamese couple who was selling stuff, so she bought riddiculous amounts of carrots from them. Like, two bags of carrots. She also got bread and jerky. A good time was had by all. Katrina and I returned home to have bagles with cream cheese (thanks, Daddy) and tomato slices. Mmm. You can't beat the FM prices or the quality. I like being able to get organic food and supporting local growers. It filled my head with the little Friends-esque fantasy of Katrina, Steph and I sharing an appartment some day. I could see myself going to the market every weekend, buying fresh flowers and tons of fresh produce, then walking home to our sweet pad thinking of all the tasty and healthy meals I would be making all week. Well. Now I have to do some homework. Wee. |
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| Saturday, August 27th, 2005 |
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This was the weekend of two fairs. The first was Valley Fair yesterday, which, I am sad to say, has lost some of its appeal. I don't know if I'm getting older or if the rides are, but it just wasn't as fun as it used to be. Not that I didn't have a good time. Today was the day of the State Fair, which is a big deal with my family. My dad takes on a side job for six months out of the year, the income of which goes into funding his one day of generosity, the day of the Fair. Not only can we do/eat anything we'd like, Kelsey and I each bring our best friend and dad funds it all. He loves the fair and I do to. We got up early and headed to the fair grounds where we did the usual gathering of free stuff and eating of hot dogs. Throughout the course of the day, we ate wonderful fair food, saw a couple of minor celebrities and I failed to pick a fight with a republican. We stayed for Tonic Sol-Fa. They sang the national anthem, which I always like. I guess I'm just a patriotic goofball, but I love standing for the anthem. Anyway, they sang well and were amusing, a good time was had by all. Kelsey and I are currently at odds, however, because she's a hypocrite and it pisses me off. Also, I think I'm gonna need a detox diet of some fashion after today. |
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| Friday, August 26th, 2005 |
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I love Firefly. Damn you, Stephanie! Wash: Everything looks good from here... Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. (as Stegosaurus) We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... "This Land." (as T-Rex) I think we should call it "your grave!" (Stegosaurus) Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! (T-Rex) Ha ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die! (Stegosaurus) Oh, no, God! Oh, dear God in heaven! Mal: Kaylee, what the hell's going on in the engine room? Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose? Mal: Well, they tell you, never hit a man with a closed fist. But it is, on occasion, hilarious. |
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| Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005 |
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Well, here I am, back at good old CSP. Heather just called, she's rocking it hard core at her located-in-a-nice-neighborhood-school. I just want to say, for the record, Hyatt rocks it hard core. Like, mega hard core. We're kinda separated from the other dormy areas, but still. Hyatt is the pimp. We got our laptops today after less fiddling around than usual. We didn't have to install the printer or the wireless client or anything, so that's nice. Then Trina and I hiked it on over to Target to pick up stuff we required, like a curtian rod and video game. Tonight, our big plans include going to Wal-Mart with Stephanie to pick out curtian fabric, because it's hella bright in here and I can't sleep. And when I do fall asleep, I wake up when the sun rises. Why yes, I'm a whiner. I'm not like, eager for classes to start, but I'm already bored, so maybe a little academic stimulation wouldn't be so bad. Walked around the theatre building today in search of Jim, who was in a production meeting for Grease. The lack of Roger made me sad. Very sad. They're hiring some new guy, some new, UnRoger. Well, that's enough of that for now. I'm certian something interesting will happen in the future. |
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| Monday, August 22nd, 2005 |
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So I started re-reading The Chronicals of Narnia. I'm about 1/3 the way through Prince Caspian and I suppose I'll just finish them durning my breaks home. Awesome books. I very much like the way C.S. Lewis wrote his female characters; Polly, Jill, Aravis, Lucy and Susan. Although I was always annoyed that Susan apparently "fell" in the end and doesn't end up in the New Narnia. So she ends up alone, her parents and all three of her siblings dead. I like to think she came back in the end, that she remembered everything and lost the desire to be so grown up. She was always my favorite character. I always tend to like and identify more with the quieter characters, like prefering Susan to Lucy and Mary to Laura in the Little House on the Prarie Books. I don't know why that is. Well, clearly I'm just wasting time until I head off for school tonight. The end. |
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| Friday, August 19th, 2005 |
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A self-indulgent goodbye post follows. All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. -Havelock Ellis It didn't break down and cry this time. I was ready for how much it was going to hurt. It was easier though, with them leaving me instead of me leaving in the middle of the day. And I know they're in good hands with Jen. It's not as if I don't love them as much as I loved the ones I had last summer, and it's not as if I'll miss them any less. They will go on, they will forget me and when I see them again, they will be familiar strangers. The little ones will be big ones, the big ones will be Tadpoles and the babies will be waiting for me, brand new Jellybeans. In the tradition of last year: To the baby babies: To Breanna, Hannah, Kodi, Cass and Parker: You perfect little goofballs. Grow up quickly, sweethearts and I'll see you in the Jellybean room in a few months. To my Jellybeans. Goodbye, Noah. I'll probably never see you again. I'm glad to have known you a little better. Good luck, boat boy. Goodbye, Ty. Naughty, stubborn thing. When I left you last summer, you were still a baby, not even walking, not saying anything. But you blossomed and won me over, when I wasn't putting you in time out. Goodbye, Conner. You're a constant surprise. You're the smartest kid I've met. I loved reading "Baby Gets the Zapper" to you and hearing you sing. Try to be good for your mama, fuzz head, and I promise you and Hailey will get along better when you're older. Most cousins do. Goodbye, Charlie. I'll never know where you are most of the time and I wish you would nap every once in a while. You're gentle and cheerful and the world always needs more of that. Goodbye, Domenik. I hope to hear you speaking when I come back again. Big blue eyes, that damn bumblebee song. In fifth grade, when I sat behind Erin and went to her birthday party, I couldn't have had any idea a boy as sweet as you was in both Erin and I's future. Goodbye, Andrew. Pouty lip and pooky belly, I held you as often as I could. Take care, baby. Keep climbing through the playhouse window. Goodbye, Dominik. Angelic looks, such a hansome kid. Such potential for wickedness and what a temper. But what a smile, what a laugh. What a cuddly little monster you turned out to be. I have no doubt you'll be speaking like a champion come May, but please, stop flopping on the other kids, they don't like it. Goodbye, Grace. Eat something, monkey girl. Put some meat on your little bones. For such a squirt, you sure are tough. Nothing stops you and you're very quick to laugh. Just flip you upside down and you're giggling like crazy. Please at least consider eating with your spoon. Goodbye, Jenna. I knew you so briefly as a baby and so briefly as a toddler, but you still held on to me like someone once let you go. Your mama's a great lady, you'll do well. When I come back, you'll be ready to move to the Tadpole group. Maybe I'll know you more then. Goodbye, Taylor. I'm sorry you got bit so much. You're a darling, as pretty as they come and as smart as they come. Little mother, be a good Tadpole and don't let Cora push you around. Goodbye Keean. Little Beatle. You're an accomplished dancer for one so short. You can be naughty and you like to scream, but nothing gets you down. Time out doesn't even phase you, Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky. I loved getting you up from nap, cuddle bug. Goodbye, Avery. You brave little mermaid. So serious and lean when you started, Jellybean. Now your cheeks are round and you laugh all the time. With those dark curls and blue eyes, you're destined for beauty. When you marry Brady, please invite me to the wedding. I loved you both and did all I could to encourage you two to play nice. Goodbye, Hailey. I can't get over you, sweetie. I would hold you in my lap when we went swimming when you were a baby. You were too timid to swim then, but now you'll brave the coldest water. You were just a baby when I left and now you're a big girl. Oh, Hailey. Oh, brown eyes and husky voice and bear hugs. Good luck talking your mama in to a nose piercing and please, please, please use the potty chair. Goodbye, Brady. My darling Brady. Sweetheart, I miss you completely and utterly already. Your goofy curly hair, your limited vocabulary, your laugh, our little game. I miss you standing between my knees when I sat on the picnic table and how you would lay your head on my arm. I miss you blowing me kisses goodbye and blowing against my arm and, most selfish of all, hearing you call me mama. Goodbye, guys. I hope I did right by you. |
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| Thursday, August 18th, 2005 |
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So I guess I'll be at school on Monday. I called the help desk this afternoon and got signed up for a lap top training session. And it sounds like Katrina and I will be chair sitting for a while. Wee! Brady is still out sick and I'm desperately hoping that he's back tomorrow. I really want to see him once more before I go. Charlie was off the wall today. He's been really hard to get to sleep the past couple of days and today he just laid there and laughed hysterically for ten minutes. It was sort of creepy. So we sent him to the Learning Room where he watched movies. He was positively giddy for the rest of the day. Hailey had three accidents in 30 minutes. I was sitting with her in the hallway the second time, trying to be cranky with her but I just kept looking at her sweet little face and thinking about how much I'm going to miss those big brown eyes. So I got all sad and pulled her into my lap for a hug. The third time, I was really trying to be angry with her and was doing pretty good until she let out this roaring belch. "I burp!" she announced in her husky voice and I almost fell over laughing. The kids left early and often today. Connor, who surprised be by singing "Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday" all of a sudden (I guess he's a country fan) was gone at noon (Goodbye, Connor), Noah left right after nap and will be gone until Monday and is moving at the end of this month (Goodbye forever, Noah) and Andrew left during naptime and will possibly not be back tomorrow (Goodbye, Andrew). So the afternoon was fairly quiet. I spent some quality time with little Dominik, who is quite sweet when he wants to be. I'm sure I'll come home tomorrow, lay on my bed and cry. I just hope I get to see Brady before I do. |
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| Tuesday, August 16th, 2005 |
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Today my shirt got really, really gross. I don't wear nice clothes to work because I expect to get used as a hankie most of the time but today things really seemed to be in excess. By the end of the day, my shirt was so covered in gross stuff I'm surprised it didn't crawl off me itself and run to live in the wild, as nature intended. Today was all well and good (Jen and I went out for lunch. I'm going to miss her, we've become friends) and the kids were fairly good. After we came in from our afternoon outside time, Brady started crying the clinging to my pant legs. I held him as much as I could, but I had other things to attend to. After the room had settled down, I sat in a chair and pulled him into my lap. I ran my hand over his head and thought he felt warm. I lifted his shirt and rubbed his back. Warmish. I asked Heather to feel him, she said he didn't feel hot to her. Then Hailey had an accident and I took her to the bathroom to get changed. Brady sat outside the door and cried. I heard Michelle come in and ask Heather what was wrong with him. I yelled to Michelle through the door and asked her to feel his head. She also thought he didn't feel abnormally warm. I came out and held him some more. He just laid silently against my chest. I cuddle with Brady all the time, he's my buddy. I know the shape of his head and and the texture of his hair and I knew he felt hotter than usual. Michelle offered to take his temperature in the baby room. I handed him over and a few minutes later I heard her say, "You were right, Katie." He was at 102.5. I took his shirt off and rocked him in the rocking chair until his dad came for him. When I handed him over to his dad, Brady just laid against his shoulder. "Bye-bye." he said, listlessly. Poor little guy. In other news, man am I sick and I'm not going to get to school until late tuesday night. Dang it! Also, I hope Katrina and I can manage to theif some furinture from the lounge without our suite mate noticing. Kate "I was just in that kitchen and I didn't see any godamn pig." -Mathilda |
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| Sunday, August 14th, 2005 |
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Parker and his friend Ryan have stumbled across something wonderful and horrificly red neck all at once. We call it Chair Iot Racing. When Mom got her new chair, we tossed the old recliner out on the deck until such a time that my brother saw fit to haul it off. It sat there for a couple of days before Parker laid claim to it with the help of his pal Ryan. They loaded it up onto the jet ski trailer pulled behind the four wheeler and were about to take it away when Ryan climbed into the chair. And thus the Chair Iot was born. Parker has since firmly attached the chair to the trailer and provides a helmet for riders. I just experianced a ride myself. It's actually quite comfortable and not at all scary. It's also hilarious to watch. Ryan, Kelsey and I are the only ones brave enough to ride it, but I know I have some friends out there who would jump on board. On a completely unrelated note, my dad came in singing the K-K-K Katy song, and asked if it was from a musical. I looked it up, turns out it's a WWII song and that the part I know is only the chorus. So here it is in its entirety: Jimmy was a soldier, brave and bold Katy was a maid with hair of gold Like an act of fate, Kate was standing at the gate Watching all the boys on dress parade Jimmy with the girls was just a gawk Stuttered every time he tried to talk Still that night at eight He was there at Katy's gate Stuttering to her this love sick cry K-K-K-Katy, Beautiful Katy You're the only G-G-G-Girl that I adore When the M-M-Moon shines over the cowshed I'll be waiting at the K-K-K-Kitchen door. No one ever looked so nice and neat No one could be just as cute and sweet That's what Jimmy thought, when the wedding ring he bought Now he's off to France the foe to meet Jimmy thought he like to take a chance See if he could make the Kaiser Dance Stepping to a tune All about the silvery moon This is what they hear in far off France K-K-K-Katy, Beautiful Katy You're the only G-G-G-Girl that I adore When the M-M-Moon shines over the cowshed I'll be waiting at the K-K-K-Kitchen door. |
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| Saturday, August 13th, 2005 |
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Today, Mom, Kelsey, Rebecca and I headed out into Pequot to hit up three antique stores. We got as far as Cast Offs, where I picked up a nice tv cart thing for four bucks. Mom picked up a Guide to Brainerd Area Antiques and we headed off in pursuit on an estate sale. We ended up sort of a long ways from good ol' PL and with no estate sale in site. I scanned the guide and came across and entry about this 1907 opera house/antique store in Staples. Since we were already about half-way to Staples, we figured, what the hell, and went all the way. We ended up at a large, warehouse-y building stuffed with various antiques. I was looking for a brush and mirror set and hit pay dirt when Kelsey discovered a pretty silver brush, mirror and comb for eighteen dollars. Hooray! So I set them up on the counter for the time being and went upstairs to see this opera house. This thing is incredible. It opened in 1907 and closed in the 40's and most of the town had no idea it was there. It was marketed as manufactoring space and even the relator selling the property didn't know what was on the second story. Colleen and Christopher Frost, twins, were looking for an "extreme" place to live. They bought the Batcher building and went upstairs one day, turned on the lights and were amazed to discover an opera house. It's beautiful, even though it still needs a lot of restoration work. I snuck backstage to get a peak at the drops (all original, all amazing, all just hanging there forgotten for 50 some years) and the fly system (which doesn't even have sand bags). The ceiling is all painted in a beautiful mural, but there's been a lot of water damage. It's just amazing to me that this incredible place was in Staples, of all places, and no one knew about it. I went downstairs to talk to the man behind the counter, who turned out to be Chris Frost. "So you and your sister just walked upstairs and discovered an opera house?" I asked him, incredulous. "Pretty much." he said, cheerfully. "It was incredible, all of the lights just came on." "That's pretty much the coolest thing I've ever heard and I'm jealous." He laughed and thanked me. I'm glad that he and his sister are cool enough people to want to work to restore it and continue to have theatre there. I can't even imagine how awesome it was to find that place, with all the original lighting and fly system and drops, all still working. Kelsey said she and I should find something like that, but I think only twins get that lucky. Kyle and Katrina, maybe it's time you went poking around old factory-looking buildings. Speaking of Kelsey, the library has sent her a bill for 160 dollars. Ha ha! Anyway, after seeing the opera house, we are encouraged to spend more time discovering all the amazing things that Minnesota has to offer. So maybe there will be more weekend trips in my future. Edit: Like many girls, I think on my potential future wedding, and while I haven't made any plans, really, I've decided that The Book of Love, by Peter Gabriel should be The Song. Uh, the end. |
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| Thursday, August 11th, 2005 |
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A survey thingie from Princess Pink ( Read more... ) |
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Ladies and gentlemen: I can french braid hair. And not just any hair. My own hair, a skill that has eluded me these past twenty years. I don't know why I can suddenly do it, but I can and man, is it satisfying. . . . well, that's all for now. I just thought I'd share my triumph. |
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| Tuesday, August 9th, 2005 |
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Today I took the day off to go with my mother to Crosby for what was supposed to be a brief doctor's appointment. Let me tell you, folks, Crosby apparently doesn't get mail service, because their magazine collection was seriously lacking. I was surprised to see Becca from work come waddling in with her husband. She thought she might be in labor. Mom was in back for two hours. Turns out she might have lymes disease. How the hell is that spelled, anyway? Mom eventually got out with considerably less blood than when she started and we headed off to the antique stores. Mom was bent on finding a whole flower frog. We saw lots and lots of tops, a few bottoms and one whole one that was $450 dollars. We finally found a large stag-shaped one that had cracked and been repaired for 24 bucks. Mom went with that one. I bought a gaudy New York picture frame in preparation for the awesomeness of 'Trina, Steph and myself in the Big Apple and, after telling my mother about the picture, a round container with A Girl Defending Herself Against Love, which had been labled "Mom with angel baby". Fools. She's clearly pushing Cupid away, not holding him. At one store, I found the most amazing thing ever: Chewbacca leg warmers. And C-3P0 ones as well, but the Chewie ones . . . Oh man. I considered buying them and wearing them to dance class, but refrained. In other news, I watched Starman with my mother last night. I'm amazed that it was directed by John Carpenter, the same goofball who made that vampire movie with Katrina the Whore and that Un-Baldwin in it. It's an older movie, but it's quite good and that Jeff Bridges was sure easy on the eyes. Not to say he's some kind of nasty beast now. But you know what I mean. I will finish with some recommened reading: Roger Ebert's hilarious review of Dukes of Hazzard and a recount of something funny that Parker said last night: Parker walks into living room, goes to sit in recliner and sees a pair of socks (mother's) lying on the arm. Parker: Who's fucking socks are these? ( he uses his foot to flick the socks off the chair ) Me: Ha ha ha ha ha! Parker: Christ, we could start a fucking sock farm with all the ones we've got lying around here! Me: HA HA HA HA! The End. |
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Blurty for Kate of World.
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happy.
cheerful.
nervous.
tired.
gloomy.
morose.
sick.
full.