circus

Alee,

Britney Spears once wisely said, "There are only two types of people in world/The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe". And while her punctuation may be appalling, she is mainly correct.

On Friday night we went to Sherlocks to see the Space Rockers. From what I can tell, they are basically two types of people in the world: the ones that make fools of themselves and the ones who watch and laugh.

Basically the premise is that they are superheroes from outer space sent to earth to give us rock. It's silly and hilarious. And not rock at all, but oh well.

The best part is the fans. There are people taking pictures with them during breaks and, my personal favorite, people standing in front of the stage, finger in the air, looking at the singer like he is Steven Tyler. That's when I pulled out the camera.

The blue blob in the picture above is the dancing guy who gets tired and has to stop. He likes to dance alone and bring back moves from the 80s. Only he can't quite remember them.

Here is is sitting. I think he was tired again:

I'm kind of in love with this picture and the strange sadness of it all. I also like the normalcy of the band standing around on the stage during the break, except they are wearing superhero from outer space costumes.

I got this idea for a story about the Space Rockers and I'm going write it soon.

One for the road:

Excuse me while I wave my towel around to the music. What?

~Kelly

So Much.

Kelly,

I have way too much to tell you. I'm upset today, and it has not been a very good week, and the weather is not helping, and I want to delete the story I wrote you and write a new and better one because that one is far too long and silly anyways.

Okay.
Now I'm going to speak with breaths in between my sentences.

I miss you! And I'm going to surprise you soon. Very soon. I hope you're excited.

I am!
It's weird being on my own... At this point in my life, there is just too much to wrap up into one blog.

On a completely different note, here's a picture I took that I really like;

It reminds me of an old microphone. I titled it "Center Stage at the Midnight Jazz Cafe."

I'm really into photography lately, and particularly darker, more abstract stuff right now at least. But I think I probably need to take more pictures like this;

Because this one is happy and makes me want to smile. Sometimes, I think it is harder to really make something substantially meaningful out of a smile or something light than a frown or something dark. But I think that's why I like this picture so much.

Anyways.

Write on!

-Alee

I Wrote You a Story.

Kelly,

I wrote you a story.
It's a bit long, but it's an easy read, I promise. :)
It goes like this:

Once upon a time, there was a little girl in a little red dress.
Most days, she liked to play and frolic just like other little girls of her age, but some days the little girl was quite forlorn.
Once upon the same exact time, there was a little lady who had little feet and liked to wear shoes that didn't match the rest of her outfit.
Most days, the lady didn't make it out of the stacks before sunset because she was a Librarian, and a very thourough one at that.

One day, the little girl found herself quite forlorn and feeling very sad and alone.
She was waiting for her Mother to pick her up from the Library and her Mother had more important things to do. As the little girl waited on the benches in the parking lot thinking about how scary it got after the sun set, a traveling clown passed her by. He did not speak, and neither did she.
The clown had a big, blue, gloopy tear painted on his face.
The girl had real tears running down her face.
They were both sad, but the clown had something the little girl in the red dress didn't. This traveling clown happened to have helium and balloons. He made a smile appear on his face, and he pointed to the heavens as if to say, "Eureka!"
Then, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a bright red floppy balloon. He wiped the real tear from the little girl's cheek and inflated the balloon.
She sniffled and wiped her nose on her little red sleeve. He gave her the balloon.
The little girl tried to make a smile appear on her face, but it was very hard because she was very sad and her tears were very real. The clown saw this and felt his heart droop. He pat the little girl on the head and honked his big red nose at her and waved goodbye with a big, blue, gloopy tear running down his cheek.

On this very same day, the lady Librarian had managed to finish all of her work early. She was the happiest lady in the world at that moment.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and her little mismatched shoes clicked and clacked as she made her way triumphantly down the hall and out the doors of the Library. She didn't even have to try to make a smile appear on her face.
As she was going to her little red car, she looked at the little girl in the red dress with the red balloon on the benches in the parking lot. She saw tears in the little girls eyes. Her smile faded when she saw this. She tried to make a smile appear on her face again, but it was hard because the little girl was so very sad.
The little lady Librarian did not know what to do.
She looked into the little girl's watery eyes, and when she realized those watery eyes were looking right back, she just waved to the little girl. The little girl waved back with her free hand.
The Librarian could do nothing but turn and head to her little red car.
A real tear was forming in the corners of both eyes.
The little librarian was getting into her car, when she thought out loud to herself for no particular reason at all,
"When I have a daughter, I'm going to dress her in little red dresses all the time. And I'm going to give her balloons. And I'm going to wipe her tears away..."
The librarian got into her car and wiped away a tear from both of her cheeks.
She looked at the little girl.
The little girl looked back.
They waved, and the librarian left.

The End.

It's sad, and it's waaay too long, but I feel like it's right. And I hope you liked it, despite all the gloopy tear bits.
I miss you, Lady.

Alee

P.S.
You+Me+Bowling=SOON.

I am in love

Alee,

I just wanted you to know that I am in love with my new Kindle. I am knitting it a cover. It will be pretty. I am about halfway there...

When it is finished it will have a little green stripe at the top, a green button loop, a vintage mother of pearl button, and an embroidered leaf (or something else amazing) on one of the bottom corners.

It will be my knitted design debut.

~Kelly

Svedlahna.

Kelly,

This is a picture of my brother and me. This is what I do when I procrastinate.

Sometimes, when we are both bored and getting along, we like to take silly pictures and make silly videos. Yesterday, I put a wig on because I dressed up like a mime for some photography artwork I was working on. The wig was left out after I'd finished, and Julian came by and put it on. Svedlahna was born. He then put on sunglasses, a snap-button hippie shirt, a tape measure, and grabbed some other props. We made silly videos of me interviewing the international Haute Couture fashion designer Svedlahna. And we took silly pictures.

When we're done, we edit the pictures and save them as the background on the laptop, that way, the next time Mom uses the computer, she has a new portrait of her two beautiful children waiting there as a surprise.

I like these times. It's really fun to be goofy with my brother and it's even better when I randomly find funny photos and videos like these that we'd made years ago that I forgot about.

I realized the other day that you're a big sister too.
I thought you'd like this.

Alee

P.S.

One for the road.

bacon shirt

Alee,

When I was procrastinating on Facebook earlier, I was advertised this:

And I thought, I know someone who needs this t-shirt. Except you really don't because you don't need to wear about bacon. You just need to eat about bacon.

If you want the shirt, click the picture to take you to the place to purchase.

The other day I compared myself to bacon. I said, "No, I didn't burn, just got a little crispy around the edges. Like good bacon." I think I may be insane.

But she understood what I meant.

Now I want bacon. When I was in Mexico I had The Most Amazing Bacon, Lettuce, Avocado, and Tomato Sandwich. Ever. It was so good, I had it three times. The bacon was perfectly crispy. The bread was awesome. I could have died of sheer happiness.

You are jealous. You want bacon. I can tell.

Kelly

I Do Not Have a Drinking Problem...

I have a pouring problem.

Kelly,
You shared something with me that says something about you, now I'm sharing something with you that says something about me.
I was pouring alot today.

Whenever you pour anything into something from a big container such as a gallon of milk or tea, or a jug of water, the best way to go about doing it is to just quickly tip the entire container over so that there is not a stream of liquid running down it's side. I know this. But I cannot manage to make myself do it.

Whenever Alee Groce pours anything, the likes to take her time, and carefully inch her way into tipping the container over. She habitually takes forever with this tipping bit, and every time she ends up tipping it over just enough so that liquid spills onto her feet or the counter.

It's like, even though I know it will spill, I can't manage to bring myself to hurry up and just dunk out the liquid. Sometimes you just have to pour things directly, or they'll spill, and you'll make a mess. I hate that.

I think I know what that says about me.

-Alee