Footprints in the sand.
Kara and mine.
Rising Tide.
Kara swept away.
Is she lost at sea?
Did she forget me?
Footprints in the sand.
Sea makes her unseen.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
The Kara Legacy Foundation
When Kara left, it left a hole in our collective hearts (tears). It
was not a hole dug in sand on the beach, only to be filled in by the
rising tide; it was a heartal hole akin to the massive hole left by
the planes and buildings at Ground Zero. The hole has been hewn in
concrete and twisted metal and baby kittens. It's a wrecked, wretched
abyss. It will likely take years of pain and billions of dollars to
start afresh (please send donations c/o this blog). Ten, twenty,
thirty years from now, we'll remember this time. Not the exact time
you're reading this blog, but the general time Kara left us. We'll
hold memorials. We'll build colossal effigies. We'll dry our tears on
entire rolls of toilet paper.
I just hope it turns out that good.
was not a hole dug in sand on the beach, only to be filled in by the
rising tide; it was a heartal hole akin to the massive hole left by
the planes and buildings at Ground Zero. The hole has been hewn in
concrete and twisted metal and baby kittens. It's a wrecked, wretched
abyss. It will likely take years of pain and billions of dollars to
start afresh (please send donations c/o this blog). Ten, twenty,
thirty years from now, we'll remember this time. Not the exact time
you're reading this blog, but the general time Kara left us. We'll
hold memorials. We'll build colossal effigies. We'll dry our tears on
entire rolls of toilet paper.
I just hope it turns out that good.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Care-a
I was thinking today of the many lovely hours i spent looking through Kara's window, and how much i miss those beautiful moments. OK, so i never actually looked through her window. What do you think i am, a sicko? Well anyway, i digress. It has been a week since she left me, and i just don't know how i am going to make it. I really Kara-bout her. I don't care if you move to North Karalina, i will still love you. Kara, come back!!!!! Come on baby!!!!! Kara, remember, you complete me. And so i bid adieu. Till next time.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
News Flash!
Great news. We've made contact. Kara sent us a message via Short Message Service, sometimes called "text messaging" service through cellular telephone service. I'll quote it in its entirety.
"The website is amazing. You guys are so clever. Thanks! You better keep it updated. :1"
The blessed message was sent April 27, 2007 at 11:44 pm. After a vote, we decided the cryptic ":1" was intended to be a cryptic ":)" to represent a smiling face. (You have to tilt your head to the left. The colon turns to eyes and the end parentheses represent the smile. [Left hand users probably use (: by following the same instructions, but backwards]) We will no doubt spend the next few days evaluating the meaning of this message. Thanks for the freindly note Kara. She makes me want to smile so much my head SPLITS IN HALF!
"The website is amazing. You guys are so clever. Thanks! You better keep it updated. :1"
The blessed message was sent April 27, 2007 at 11:44 pm. After a vote, we decided the cryptic ":1" was intended to be a cryptic ":)" to represent a smiling face. (You have to tilt your head to the left. The colon turns to eyes and the end parentheses represent the smile. [Left hand users probably use (: by following the same instructions, but backwards]) We will no doubt spend the next few days evaluating the meaning of this message. Thanks for the freindly note Kara. She makes me want to smile so much my head SPLITS IN HALF!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Kara? I love you?
When i was told I could write my feelings about kara here on a blog dedicated to the one and only kara, I started to cry, and cry, and cry some more. How do I put into words that which is kara. Is she like a bird? true my heart soars every time I see her face but she is far better than any flying feathered friend. Is she beautiful? Well let me put it this way, if Jessica Alba and Brad Pitt mated, their offspring would pale in comparison to the beauty that is Kara. Is she kind? Yes, she is. Let me put it in layman's terms, she is like a lamb licking the wounds of a dove while feeding starving children in Africa and she would even talk to benson. Kara I will love you forever, want you for always, as long as you're living my kara you will be.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The day after.
Today is Day One without Kara. The pangs of the reality haven't set in yet. I'm not sure if they ever will. It still feels like I'm going go home and everything will be back to normal. A welt of gloom, left by the vacuum of Kara, looms in my subconscious.
I remember when Big Game James and I were trying to get Kara to admit she hated us. We presented voluminous evidence of her abusive attitude toward us. It went on for at least an hour. She said she didn't hate us. She was just leading us on. Kara, that angel with a biting cold shoulder, toyed with our hearts.
She's the girl everyone wants to know. She seems so mysterious, so elusive, kind, trustworthy, benevolent. And just when you've taken the bait, you feel like a fish that been yanked out of the water, only to be thrown back because you're too small. Kera's not a mean girl. It's just that she's so desirable, you feel crushed when you realize you're just one fish in Kara's ocean of friends.
I remember when Big Game James and I were trying to get Kara to admit she hated us. We presented voluminous evidence of her abusive attitude toward us. It went on for at least an hour. She said she didn't hate us. She was just leading us on. Kara, that angel with a biting cold shoulder, toyed with our hearts.
She's the girl everyone wants to know. She seems so mysterious, so elusive, kind, trustworthy, benevolent. And just when you've taken the bait, you feel like a fish that been yanked out of the water, only to be thrown back because you're too small. Kera's not a mean girl. It's just that she's so desirable, you feel crushed when you realize you're just one fish in Kara's ocean of friends.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
If i had one wish then it would be...
If I had one wish, it would be that Kara would come back to Provo to be with me. If I had two wishes, the first would be that Kara would come back, and the second would be that I would receive a suitcase with 1.3 million in unmarked bills. If I had three wishes, the first would be that I would receive the suitcase of unmarked bills, the second would be that I would get a set of free season tickets to the team of my choice, and the third would be that I would get a new car tax free. I sure hope I get three wishes.
You Complete Me.
When people think of Kara, they can't help but think, "That Kara girl makes Mother Teresa look like an Islamic militant." Yes, she really is that nice. Sometimes, it's like she's the Atom Bomb of Beauty, and I'm Hiroshima & Nagasaki. I'm just blown away (Without the radiation, death, starvation & suicide--but all the surrender).
Sweet Karaline
Love is a word not shared enough among friends. I want to share this all-encompasing word with someone who has touched my life and given me direction: Kara Allred. What words can truly describe my feelings for her? Not one word can accomplish such a daunting task. The moments we shared will permeate my thoughts unceasingly. I remember seeing her for the first time. There she was standing on the bow of Queen Victoria, the fastest ship in the Her Majesty's navy; her golden hair waving in the crisp sea air. We embraced for what seemed to be an eternity. Alas, the encounter had to come to an end. We had to go in our separate ways. My heart shall never heal. My soul shall never rest. I shall never find peace until she shall come back to me.
It's like a Fairytale Storybook
Do you remember that watch I had that was really nice? I loved that watch. For Christmas, I sold it so I could buy you those hair combs you wanted so much. But for Christmas, you sold your beautiful, beautiful hair to buy me a new pair of watch straps. On Christmas day, when we saw what we had done out of love for each other, we had a warm embrace. And we realized that Christmas was all about. And I laughed at you because you were BALD!
Sorry to lead you on like that, but that never happened. I couldn't happen. For you see, we never really hung out at Christmas.
Kara, when I think of you, I think of all the kooky times we could have had. You don't have to shave your head for me. But then again, it might go a long way in showing how much you care. A long way. WOW. I probably wouldn't be able to look at you with out thinking, "Wow. She's Bald."
Sorry to lead you on like that, but that never happened. I couldn't happen. For you see, we never really hung out at Christmas.
Kara, when I think of you, I think of all the kooky times we could have had. You don't have to shave your head for me. But then again, it might go a long way in showing how much you care. A long way. WOW. I probably wouldn't be able to look at you with out thinking, "Wow. She's Bald."
Kara...what more can i say
Kara
I can't believe you are leaving us. There are so many things i want to say to you. I don't know if there is any way for me so say it all in one post. So i decided to write a poem to share my feelings. I hope you can catch a glimpse of the fellings i have for you as you read my poem.
OK, here it goes
K, is for the Karing smile you share so freely
A, is for the Amazing smile you share so freely
R, is for the Really big smile you share so freely
A, is for the Amazing smile you share so freely.
I really hope this goes a long way in showing the diversity of my feelings
I can't believe you are leaving us. There are so many things i want to say to you. I don't know if there is any way for me so say it all in one post. So i decided to write a poem to share my feelings. I hope you can catch a glimpse of the fellings i have for you as you read my poem.
OK, here it goes
K, is for the Karing smile you share so freely
A, is for the Amazing smile you share so freely
R, is for the Really big smile you share so freely
A, is for the Amazing smile you share so freely.
I really hope this goes a long way in showing the diversity of my feelings
Musings on Kara
It wasn't until I saw her for the last time that I realized: I'm seeing her for the last time. And it kind of hit home, you know. Like when you favorite restaurant closes down. Or the carnival packs up an leaves town...but way more emotional and crap. Sometimes you don't know how good you got it until you ain't got it. It's like when the electricity goes out, and it sucks all your life out with it. Of course, when the power goes out, you suddenly think boardgames are the BEST THING EVER. But somehow, not having Kara is going to be different. Like old people dying in their homes with no AC different. It's gonna be BAD.
So buck up, I tells myself. Keep a stiff upper lip. Even if your upper lip is get wet from your leaky eyes. And if you were a woman, you'd have to worry about your Tammy Faye mascara running everywhere. But your not a woman, damn it. Pull yourself together soldier. GET A GRIP! This is the first post of many devoted to the life. the times, and joy that is my Kera. My precious, lovely, caring Kara. I care.
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