Happy Birthday Kara...I hope we haven't come to the end of our road.

So I just got back from a weekend in Vegas. Boyz II Men, Great Food, and an all around great time. But something was missing...There was no Kara. I just want you to come back to me Kara. So, on this the anniversary of your birth, I would like to quote the immortal words of the great poet Michael McCary:

Girl I'm here for you.

All those times at night when you just hurt me 

and just run out with that other fella,

Baby I knew about it, I just didn't care.

You just don't understand how much I love you do you?

I'm here for you.

I'm not out to go out and cheat on you all night.

Just like you did baby but that's all right.

Hey, I love you anyway.

 And I'm still gonna be here for you 'till my dying day baby

 Right now, I'm just in so much pain baby.

'Cause you just won't come back to me Will you?

 Just come back to me.

(Lonely)

Yes baby my heart is lonely

(Lonely)

My heart hurts baby

(Lonely)

Yes I feel pain too Baby please

Happy Birthday Kara!

It is that time again. It is the day we celebrate one of the most glorious times in this earth's history. Yes, this is the anniversary of the day that Kara first graced the presence of mankind. It is a day the world will never forget. In fact this day, from what I understand, is celebrated the world over. But unlike Christmas or Hanukkah, earth dwellers from every religion and sect celebrate in united peace and harmony.

So I would like to wish one and all a Merry Kara Day to all and to all a goodnight!

Kara and I are going steady on The Facebook

It's not everyday that you find an e-mail from a Miss Kara REQUESTING a online relationship. Right now, she's just calling it 'Friends.' I can understand why she might want to define our relationship as 'Friends' in the public light of the internet: I've cleverly deduced her mother is probably on The Facebook, so I can understand why she would want to be discrete. But the fact remains. I am a boy. She is a girl. She is my friend. That makes her my girlfriend.

I'm somewhat on cloud 9; and the only thing that brings me back to earth is the simple fact that I haven't seen or heard from my new girlfriend in years. I'm not sure where she lives now. I don't have her number. Since she hasn't responded to my many invites to Mafia Wars and Farmville, I would define it as a distance based relationship. It's what makes us work; her absence only makes me want her more! We've only been boyfriend/girlfriend for (let me check) 18 minutes now, but I can tell this is the start of a budding relationship full of many children and joint tax returns.

The greatest day of the year

Today is the anniversary of what many consider to be the greatest day the earth has seen in the past 100 years. Yes, that is right, It is Kara's birthday. So today, we here at the "Kara, Oh How I Kara" blog want to thank all that is good for giving us the loveliness that is Kara. The only thing that would make it better would be to be given the blessing of being graced with her presence. But alas, that will probably not happen so we will have to settle with the nightly dreams that always include her lovely face.

Benson eat your heart out

Tonight a miracle occurred. Now, hate to be telling tales out of school but I am, at this moment on the presence of the one, the the only, the lovely Kara. That's right. Imagine my joy and surprise when I arrived at a little party, and what did I see? The lovely angel that is Kara. Sorry if I am not my usual verbose self now but I am still a little bit speechless to be in her presence.

There may be hope for Camelot yet

Oh Kara, my lovely Guinevere, a ray of hope entered my heart on this day--a day that forever shall be known as Kara Day. What was this beam of knowledge? Why this day? I am so overjoyed I feel like, uh making Kennedy references while eating pie. What--you ask loyal followers of the Kara--what is this new knowledge?

Just when I was about to wipe away all hope, a dear friend of mine informed me that you are not, after all, getting married. Oh. Yes. It's effing true!

I am giddy with delight! My life's passion, Kara, is an open prize to be won. If only there were some jousting competition where I could win her heart.

Heath Ledger is dead.

Merry Christmas Kera

You're probably married now. With 17 adopted children and two dogs. Living in the birkshires. But you are loved. Merry Christmas, Kara. I mean that in the charlie brownest way possible.

I Call Kara with My Heart Everyday

Operator:
Don't worry about the money, I will pay the costs!
Give me another line, I'm calling from the heart!

This video pretty much sums up how I feel about that Kara girl. Tears hit my keyboard as I write this. Shining through your eyes and crap. Oh poop. I'm so emotional right now. Were's my Midol?

Sweet Karaline.

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.

Kara's so Sweet.

Proof that Kara's sweetness garners brand recognition.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

That Kara, she is sooo hot right now

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.

wow, what can i say, wow

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."

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

Pictures of Kara

Kara in Motion


Beautiful, Caring Kara


Kara, Loved


Bashful Kara


Kara, Caring

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.