Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 45
Sign: Libra
City: So Cal
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/2/2006
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Monday, October 05, 2009
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Category: Romance and Relationships
Here we go again...I don't know why men online think females are so stupid...
I'm on USC's campus every Sunday. I see football players all the time. None of them have ever approached me....why he thought I thought he was real is beyond me...
prettyboystcox: (10/04/2009 5:44 PM): hopefully u would hold my mvp trophy when i win it next year. my name jacory what's yours? SCSilk: Jaye prettyboystcox: so u went to usc SCSilk: Yes. I graduated in 1986 prettyboystcox: well im miami qb soph. #12 SCSilk: You go to the university of miami? prettyboystcox: yea. SCSilk: The Hurricanes? prettyboystcox: Lousianna my home but most of my life is Fl. Yes hurricanes prettyboystcox: the U SCSilk: Why does your profile say you are from Washington? prettyboystcox: not allowed to have a myspace nor facebbok prettyboystcox: facebook SCSilk: so whose is this? prettyboystcox: Its minds its just i lied about my age and where im from SCSilk: I see. prettyboystcox: have you watched me play yet? SCSilk: Nope. I only watch USC prettyboystcox: Lol prettyboystcox: you wrong for that SCSilk: I thought you might say that. SCSilk: I'm not wrong for only watching my alma mater. That's what fans do. prettyboystcox: well you might be holding my trophy soon SCSilk: I doubt that. SCSilk: I have a question prettyboystcox: so u should be watching prettyboystcox: whats that SCSilk: actually, several. SCSilk: How old are you? prettyboystcox: age a prob 4 u? SCSilk: I'm not on line for dating. I'm just online to chat. SCSilk: What I meant was, what year are you in school? prettyboystcox: lol i told u already soph SCSilk: What's your major? prettyboystcox: lol r u serious SCSilk: Yes, I'm serious. That isn't a bad question. What are you majoring in? prettyboystcox: i want to become a marine biologist, but that won't happen soon unless i get hurt SCSilk: So what are you majoring in? SCSilk: Marine biology? prettyboystcox: yes SCSilk: I see. SCSilk: You'd hve to get a masters and probably a PhD to be able to do any work in that field. SCSilk: I'm just surprised that you have time to chat online. It's almost bed time. I always spent Sundays doing homework. Especially in the fall when I was in Marching Band. prettyboystcox: It's a Sunday SCSilk: I know. SCSilk: I did homework on Sundays prettyboystcox: lol and im going to the nfl lol SCSilk: Because I ws too busy on Saturdays prettyboystcox: i probably won't finish SCSilk: That's a pity. SCSilk: You should start what you finish. prettyboystcox: ill be making more with one check n the league than a marine biologist SCSilk: Money isn't everything. prettyboystcox: but ball make me happy it's my passion prettyboystcox: including poetry SCSilk: I see. prettyboystcox: are you single SCSilk: I am not yet married. SCSilk: I graduated from USC with a degree in Electrical Engineering. I've worked as an engineer for NASA for over 22 years, doing spacecraft development, test, launch and operations. prettyboystcox: Let's just say you got married to a pro ball player. Would that life work out for you knowing he travel a lot? SCSilk: I wouldn't marry a pro ball player. There aren't any my age. SCSilk: Ther's no reason for me to marry someone half my age who is used to women throwing themselves at them, either. prettyboystcox: there u go with the age thing again SCSilk: We're in two different worlds. SCSilk: Think about it. I'm your mother's generation. SCSilk: A completely different world. prettyboystcox: you think that. SCSilk: I have nothing in common with a pro athelete SCSilk: I wouldn't even have his babies. SCSilk: The man can have sex with any woman he wants. There is no reason for him to choose me for marriage. prettyboystcox: i want to have a mature women who isnt after me for where im about to go and become SCSilk: Well, best of luck with that. SCSilk: Because the minute she does something ot piss you off, you'll just have sex with some other woman to get back at her. SCSilk: And that' ain't cool. prettyboystcox: why are you judging me SCSilk: Everyone judges everyone SCSilk: You judged me to be mature, tha's why you asked the question. prettyboystcox: I've never cheated SCSilk: I am not online to look for a husband. I"m online for inteligent, intersting conversations. prettyboystcox: Sometimes life happens. prettyboystcox: I want to get to know you better. SCSilk: I am not online to look for a relationship. SCSilk: I hope you can respect and understand that. prettyboystcox: i just prettyboystcox: ok prettyboystcox: yea SCSilk: Thanks. prettyboystcox: you aint right SCSilk: Why do you keep insulting me? SCSilk: I am right for my choices. SCSilk: I am happy with my choices. SCSilk: If you cannot accept them, then there's no reason for us to keep talking. SCSilk: But don't tell me that I'm not right. SCSilk: Take care. Best of luck to you. prettyboystcox: when we beat usc imma send a special shout out to u in the interview. SCSilk: I'll believe it when I see it. prettyboystcox: they lost to washington lol prettyboystcox: we just beat oklahoma prettyboystcox: i scored all three tds SCSilk: I meant you giving me a shoutout. SCSilk: Not about the scores. prettyboystcox: ill give you a shout out SCSilk: Right. prettyboystcox: and ill tell taylor mays to do something for me for u prettyboystcox: if u still drop by the campus at times SCSilk: I'm on campus every Sunday. prettyboystcox: okay ill call T n make something special for u if u dont mind SCSilk: Yeah, right. prettyboystcox: ? SCSilk: I don't believe you. prettyboystcox: okay prettyboystcox: we been going to camp since i dont know how long prettyboystcox: he from seattle prettyboystcox: my dad lives there prettyboystcox: but umm you have a room der or a way he can reach u SCSilk: What's your middle name? prettyboystcox: you asking me a lot of weird questions SCSilk: it isn't weird. What's your middle name? prettyboystcox: y u want to kno that SCSilk: Because you don't know. SCSilk: If you wer actually jacory, you'd know your own middle name. prettyboystcox: sherrod prettyboystcox: u weird prettyboystcox: no one ever asked that SCSilk: Okay...just for fun....tell Taylor I'm out in front of Heritage Hall every Sunday from 2-4 SCSilk: He can find me there. prettyboystcox: y would i not kno my name prettyboystcox: ill send em a pic prettyboystcox: u like roses? SCSilk: Only from men I'm in a serious relationship with. prettyboystcox: You seriously rejecting me SCSilk: For the third time: I am not on Myspace to look for dates or relationships. SCSilk: I am online for intelligent, interesting conversations. prettyboystcox: Ive only dated one girl and she was white prettyboystcox: well women prettyboystcox: haha SCSilk: When I was your age, I'd dated only one guy and he was black. prettyboystcox: so if i came to usc would you go to dinner or walk and talk with me for a lil SCSilk: Nope. SCSilk: I don't date college students SCSilk: I like my peers. I'm not attracted to males who weren't alive when I was in High School. prettyboystcox: wow SCSilk: HOw old is your mother? prettyboystcox: she died when i was born SCSilk: How old is your father? prettyboystcox: 51 prettyboystcox: you know grandma raised me to the young man i am and when i go pro next year she coming with. Stop talking about my parents SCSilk: I said nothing negavite about them. prettyboystcox: i don't care for my father SCSilk: Any woman with a brain would ask you about your parents. prettyboystcox: he isnt there for me SCSilk: What is a pimp cup? prettyboystcox: haha! prettyboystcox: you reading about me? SCSilk: I see you don't like to answer my questions. That's bad. SCSilk: You want me to date you, yet you don't like it when I ask you questions. SCSilk: That is what engineers do. We ask questions. prettyboystcox: You don't want to date me so it's kind of hard to take you seriously SCSilk: If you can't take me seriously, then there's no reason for me to keep chatting with you. SCSilk: So take it easy, and have a great life. Bye now. prettyboystcox: Jaye prettyboystcox: I honestly want to get to chat with you face to face on campus SCSilk: I have no reason to fly to Miami to meet a 20yrold. Last message received at 10/04/2009 6:32 PM prettyboystcox: Who said you had to come to me prettyboystcox: and u wouldnt have to pay for the ticket either prettyboystcox: my coach will handle that prettyboystcox: ic that no matter how hard i try u wont take me seriously prettyboystcox: ill go since that is what u want SCSilk: I'm taking you seriously. Tha's why I'm treating you with politeness and respect and saying "no thank you" SCSilk: If I thought you were joking, I'd fuck with you. Last message received at 10/04/2009 6:36 PM
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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Apparently he got mad after he read my blog..... SCSilk: http://blogs.myspace.com/SCSilkSCSilk: you need to read this "Scott": go fuck yourself SCSilk: Now I see why you are single. "Scott": dont care about that asshole SCSilk: You are quite rude. Why? SCSilk: Everyone reads my blog. They will learn about you. SCSilk: And know what a fool you were. "Scott": dont you think you are the one been a fool here... you do this to have people fall for your stupid blogs and paste on your profile ... suck for you huh... sorry about that .. you black nigerian SCSilk: If you posted something on my profile, I would delete it. "Scott": you paste this conversation just to have poeple belive you... You are a scam "Scott": go fuck yourself SCSilk: Prove that I am a scam. SCSilk: I have correct photos outlining my activities, a blog that goes back three years, and 130 friends who are not naked women. SCSilk: I use correct English, unlike you. "Scott": yes i will definitely do that believe me.. worts is coming SCSilk: I pasted the conversation because everyone knows about Frauds from Nigeria like YOU. SCSilk: You are just another example of fake men online SCSilk: You aren't white. SCSilk: And you aren't 57 years old SCSilk: And you don't live in California. "Scott": Oh yes you never know where am typing from... you think you have me strong asshole SCSilk: don't call me your mother's pet names, thanks. SCSilk: I knwo you aren't in California SCSilk: I know you aren't American. SCSilk: I know you're Nigerian "Scott": lol you wanna come visit me tomorrow and let us have some fucking moment with my dog SCSilk: I know you just started this account to get women to fall in love with you and send you money. SCSilk: I bet you're sitting in a big room filled with computers, and everyone is pretending to be white men in the US. "Scott": lol hey come visit me tomorrow SCSilk: I have no reason to visit you. You are a liar. "Scott": Calif La Glendale Adams Square SCSilk: Furthermore, I cannot fly to Nigeria tomorrow. "Scott": You get it asshole SCSilk: I know you are not American, because American men do not call women "asshole" "Scott": bitches like you get fucked by my doggy SCSilk: It's a word for men, not women. SCSilk: You are a fool and a fake. "Scott": you know what ? SCSilk: I know that I am done talking to you. "Scott": GO FUCK YOURSELF SCSilk: Wow, you seem angry "Scott": HEY PASTE THIS LAST CONVERSATION ON YOUR BLOGS SCSilk: Yes, I will paste it. It will show everyone how ignorant you are SCSilk: How you call women names. "Scott": AND YOUR FAKE FRIENDS WILL KNOW YOU ARE FAKE TOO
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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http://www.myspace.com/495724707"Scott": (09/14/2009 8:17 PM): hello SCSilk: greetings "Scott" is online 09/14/2009 8:17 PM: "I am online" "Scott": How are you doing ? SCSilk: Okay, thanks. You? SCSilk: ? "Scott": am fine "Scott": what your name ? SCSilk: Jaye. "Scott": Am Scott SCSilk: So....how's Nigeria? "Scott": Hw is what ? SCSilk: Oh, cmon now. SCSilk: You live in Nigeria. How is it? "Scott": How you know i live in nigeria ? SCSilk: Because of the way you talk SCSilk: And your photo is not age appropriate SCSilk: And your profile is not age appropriate "Scott": Okay ... SCSilk: So which tribe are you from? "Scott": Excuse me SCSilk: In Nigeria SCSilk: You aren't a white man. "Scott": who are you ?... and where are you from either SCSilk: Read my profile. It will tell you who I am. SCSilk: Furthermore, I find it hard to believe that you are a 57yrold man who has never been married, but has children. "Scott": yes you are right "Scott": hey are you from nigeria ? SCSilk: Of course not. My English is far too good. "Scott": and what tribe are you ? SCSilk: I am not from Africa. I was born inCalifornia "Scott": oh i c "Scott": so what do you want from nigerians ? SCSilk: Absolutely nothing. "Scott": have you got yahoo messenger IM ? SCSilk: No, I got rid of it. "Scott": why... we can be friends let chat on there SCSilk: We can't chat there. I got rid of my account SCSilk: I was tired of Nigerians asking me to marry me SCSilk: So I got rid of it. "Scott": Marry you..? SCSilk: Yes. "Scott": And why not ...? SCSilk: Why not what? "Scott": why dont you wanna marry to a man from nigeria SCSilk: Because I am not attracted to them. "Scott": they are africans like you!!!! SCSilk: I was not born in Africa SCSilk: I was born in California "Scott": *** You've been GOOSED! *** SCSilk: My parents were born in New York and Massachusettes SCSilk: Their parents were born in New York, Virginia and South Carolina SCSilk: So were their parents SCSilk: So were their parents. SCSilk: I am American. "Scott": lol you still one of the slaves from africa!!!!!! sorry for saying that to you..! SCSilk: I am not a slave. I work as an engineer for Nasa. SCSilk: What do you do for a living, besides pretend to be a white man on Myspace/Yahoo? "Scott": what do you need me to do for you...you have got a job for me to do ? SCSilk: You didn't answer my question. What is your profession? "Scott": Hey i hate you blacks slaves SCSilk: I will also never marry a Nigerian man because they ALWAYS ignore my questions. Just like you just did. SCSilk: You didn't hate me 10 minutes ago SCSilk: You are just mad that I know you are a liar "Scott": will better talk to my dog! SCSilk: He's probably more intelligent than you are. SCSilk: You cannot answer simple questions. SCSilk: I feel very sorry for you if you care enough about a complete stranger to hate them. "Scott": Yes, his intelligent than me because his from nigeria SCSilk: HAHAHAHAHA SCSilk: Your dog is smarter than you!!!! SCSilk: You poor thing. Can you hold on a second. I need to show you something. "Scott": lol yes yes yes punk asss "Scott": show me your asss asshole! SCSilk: Why do you talk to women like this? Did your parents not teach you civility? "Scott": BYE
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
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Category: Life
Almost an entire year has gone by since a little girl was finally put to rest. Her time had come.
She wasn't very happy, and she held on to a lot of past hurts. They were eating her up inside, and she didn't even realize it. Friends tried to tell her, but their advice went unnoticed. It was a terrible cancer.
The truth was finally seen in a video about The Secret. About how self-fulfilling prophecies are guaranteed by any thoughts. The negative thoughts prevailed, and her life was the result. She realized she was only hurting herself, and had been doing it for way way WAY too long.
That afternoon was a true epiphany. Almost immediately, the dark clouds rumbled away. And the little girl had to be buried. The little girl who sat at home the night of the prom, June 17, 1982, because no one asked her, sat in her dad's spare room and did physics homework for the first time, in preparation for a class at USC the following day. And never let go of the ache. It was time for her to go away forever.
The woman said goodbye to the little girl on August 21, 2008. INo tears were shed, because she needed to be released. It was a very good thing. To be honest, it should have happened years ago. No one this damaging should have survived for this long.
The woman recognizes that she is now gone and does not miss her That isn't a cruel thing to say. She is much happier, about herself and about life. It has been harder than the woman thought it would be, living without her, but it is better. The ghosts have crept in a few times, but not that often, and they're always seen fairly quickly and driven away. The woman is not alone because the little girl is gone, because the little girl kept so many people away from her, people she needed. Moreover, people she WANTED.
And now....the woman realizes that the girl kept her from learning so much about life. About recognizing interest and attraction from others. That men do have egos that need to be stroked, and sometimes before her own. That some men are quite fragile, even moreso than she is. The little girl impeded progress, but will not stop it from happening again. The woman is ready.
Bring it, world! All the light and laughter and love that we can receive in this short time on earth. We don't get to stay at the party as long as we'd like, so let's enjoy it.
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Thursday, August 06, 2009
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Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
This is by far my most favorite story....for so many different reasons. And I'm reposting it today, August 6, for a reason which will become apparent as you read.
It was a very special day in my life. I have met a great deal of people because of this event, so I'm grateful. First, the story. My whole love of marching band started in the spring of 1979, when I was a mere freshman at John Muir. And you can blame it on a guy, too.
I can't remember who told me that the band was having tryouts for tall flag girls. I decided to try out because of a little crush I had on someone in the band at the time. I have no clue what happened to him. But the way Facebook is going, he'll show up in a week or two.
I digress. I figured if I tried out for tall flags, and made it, I'd have more reasons to talk to him, more shared memories, etc. A brilliant plan!
Now, I was the girl who'd been picked last for teams for years. Who over the years didn't quite suck as badly in those stupid yearly Presidential fitness tests. Who actually wasn't very bad at soccer or tennis. Still. This was the first time I'd tried out for anything, and I barely made it; I think I was on the bottom 8 out of about 28-32 girls. All we had to do was march and do commands; there was no flagwork involved. But no matter, I was IN!
We then spent the summer of 79 at rehearsals. For the first time ever, I was not bored during summer vacation. Sometimes the instructor (who happened to be our drum major Stacey) didn't show up, but when he did, we learned quite a bit. We learned some basic flag moves after buying these aluminum poles (read pipes) down at Lincoln Ave Plumbing. Now you can order a flagpole online and have it shipped to your door. Progress. We also learned some more marching and maneuvering techniques. Most importantly, I learned how to whistle through my fingers that summer: fold your tongue back, and put your fingers on the fold and your bottom teeth.
All the while, I was waiting for the magical date of August 6th. This would be the day that we'd begin band camp with the rest of the band, and I'd get to see HIM. It had been fairly hot and somewhat smoggy all summer; that morning, it was foggy and almost cold. Stacey had the idea of us marching down to the bandroom in rank, to show the rest of the band how hard we'd been working all summer. So we did just that. Once we broke rank, I had my eyes open. Nope. No dude. But a few people were at Bellis Music camp (anyone remember that? I hear they're still in business. Wow, huh?) and I figured they'd show up next week. And they did, but not HIM.
Again, I'm thinking no big deal. He'll show. And in the meantime, we started getting ready for the first football game, and when school finally started, I found out what happened to Mr No Show. He'd dropped out of band to join a sports team which met at the same time as band practice. Well Damn. But I was committed to the show, and there was no stopping me.
But fear not. Although there was no band member in my immediate future I discovered something else on Saturday, September 15, 1979--that I absolutely loved performing. And now, for your reading pleasure, I give you my diary entry from that evening, 30 years ago. It was the first football game of the season, at the Rose Bowl. How many HS kids can say their first halftime show was at the Rose Bowl? Pretty cool, I thought. The other interesting thing about this day is that there was a fire raging in the foothills about 10 miles away, and ash was being blown everywhere. It was a hot day, and a good one. The diary entry will be annotated with comments to explain certain things, as well as things that happened that I didn't write about.
****** Sept 15, 1979
Well, today was the day of the first game, and it's only appropriate that I scribble something about it.
Last night we had a practice to make up the marching parts and when to come in with the routines [now that I read this, I'm surprised how last minute we were]. Then we had to be at practice at 6am in the morning [note: this should have warned me of band practices to come at USC, what with us having to be on campus at 6:30am some mornings]! Stacey was late, but we did go over the routine. Then we went down to the band room to get our flags (white) and gloves.
[Our uniform at the time was a blue t-shirt with white edging, the classic white pleated skate/cheerleader skirt, black and white bucks, and white cowboy hats (because our mascot was the Mustangs). I'll scan the photo in someday.]
When we got on the bus [to take us to the Rose Bowl, barely 2 miles away-- note: our Homecoming game against Pasadena HS was always played at the Rose Bowl, since it's both schools' Homecoming game and no one ever seems to leave Pasadena after graduation, so the game is pretty crowded. For Homecoming, we normally paraded down to the Rose Bowl], Stacey said to have the first five rows reserved for us, but the drum corps didn't want to get up. Finally, we all straightened up and were on out way to the Rose Bowl, cheering.
We arrived and got off the bus with our flags. Before we lined up, we prayed, and I laughed to myself the whole time. Then we lined up behind the band and strode into the Rose Bowl onto the field. We then marched into the stands.
[I know that we did a pre-game show and played the Star Spangled Banner. All of us tall flag girls were lined up alongside the band, but we didn't do any flagwork. What's odd is that I wrote nothing about it. Oh well. I'm also pretty sure that Blair's band did not show up. However, I do remember that their drum corps was there, as was ours. This is the group to which I now belong, and play strap tenor]
We were so nervous and I was totally confused as to what to do on the field. I was actually wishing that the first half wouldn't end. Since so many of us were confused, we left our seats with Stacey so he could show us what to do [The thing is, we were ALL brand new to twirling flag, except for maybe one or two people. A few of the girls had played flute in band the year before, but it was a very new experience for us] When we came back, we found we has scored a touchdown! [this is very reminiscent of USC games where I was a TA, and the team would score while I was escorting band members to the bathroom...wow}
The second quarter was over, and we got ready to march out of the stands. I was scared!!! Then we marched to the other side of the field to line up. I heard [my friends] yelling my name, and I got so nervous. [I remember just wanting to pee so badly.] I was so nervous that I kept talking to Tonja [who stood in front of me] about how scared I was and that I wanted to leave. She told me later that I was making her laugh!
Anyway, Stacey had the band start, and we were marching and playing. "Superman" went by and so did "Mork and Mindy" [damn...this WAS the late 70s, wasn't it??]. Then we started "K-gee" [our feature], and my friends started yelling again--damn, did it make me nervous. We started the routine on the 8th beat, and everyone did okay. Afterwards, I started shaking. When it was over, we marched off the field and stood at parade rest. The band marched into the stands, and [the flag girls, led by Stacey] marched out of the Bowl.
*******
That was all I'd written. I think I was a bit tired, which is why I didn't finish. What happened after that was, to the best of my memory, is that Stacey told us what a wonderful job we'd done! We marched back into the Rose Bowl all proud of ourselves. During the third quarter, we were allowed to sit with friends. My mom and sister were there, too. They all said we did a great job. I was really happy, and jazzed. That was the day I got addicted to the fear and excitement of performing....and it's never really left me.
Third quarter, we were allowed to move about the stadium, and I went to sit with friends and family, who said we did well. I was really happy, and jazzed. That was the day I got addicted to the fear and excitement of performing....and it's never really left me.
I have to break at this point and make a confession: I was absolutely in love with our pep band in high school. These were the top brass and rhythm musicians, a group of about 15 or so, who would play our school songs for the pep squad at pep rallies and football games. I think it was because of Pep Band that I became a fan of Chicago, thanks to "25 or 6 to 4", which today is still my favorite song. Our other songs were Horse, Get it On, and Fever. It's funny because when I went to USC, the entire band would play for the song girls at football games. Not quite sure why that wasn't the case at Muir, but if anyone knows the history, please let me know!
As I said earlier, there was ash blowing around from the fires in the foothills, and the scent of smoke was in the air. It was rather warm, and we were drinking cups of water. For some odd reason, the Pep Band was also in the stands near me. One of my friends wanted some more ice, and my sister noticed that some had fallen down near the feet of the guy I had a crush on. So she said this classic line:
"Just reach down between his legs and grab it!"
Comedy. She was only 13.
You know, I don't think I ever talked to that guy again. I must have, but I just don't remember.
I went home and wrote it all down in my diary....and the feeling never quite went away. The season went well, and I think we actually won a trophy at a competition that year. I remember dark wet mornings on the field, the smell of grass, scrambling to get to second period on time. Music from movies that came out that year ("All that Jazz", which led to my dancing career), and big band music were the staples. This was the very first time I was involved in something at school other than just mere classwork or a club, and I loved it.
At the end of our season, I found out that there was an honor band for the Tournament of Roses Parade, made up of HS and college band members, that I could try out for....
...and I MADE IT! So I began 1980 in a very cute uniform of tuxedo tails and top, black leotard, fishnet stockings and black flat shoes. And after a 7 mile parade, almost passed out. But it was so very very cool. TELEVISED, people! All over the WORLD! My mother had set up 3 TVs in the family room, and when I didn't show up on any of them (this may have been the year we did NOT PLAY GOING AROUND THE CORNER....a travesty!), she drove down to the parade route, told the 30 people around her to yell when we went by, and I heard a chorus of my name close to PCC as we marched by. Thanks Mom! This was the first of three times I'd do the parade with the TofR band. Every year that I did it, more members of Muir were a part of the group.
So of course, I had to do it all again the following year at Muir, but they made a terrible mistake and put me in charge. Good performers don't always make good leaders. I remember staying up all night to make flags before the Turkey Tussle. On a whim, for one competition, I switched from tall flags to majorette. I don't know why we had a baton in the house, but my sister taught me one basic move and I figured out a bunch more. I ended up with a first place trophy in a Christmas parade, and I marched majorette my senior year. I spent a lot of time in July and August of 1981 sewing individual sequins on uniforms while listening to ELO (another tradition which picked up again when I joined Danse Magique). Hindsight being what it was, I should have just asked my father for money for a proper costume.
Senior year was great, as it should be. I think there were maybe 10 seniors in band at that point. We had a great time at Band Camp, breaking in a brand-new band director, Richard Meyer, straight from the high-up hills of Westwood. It's funny now because I was 17, he must have been 23 or 24, but he was "so much older" than us. A few days before the end of band camp, we got the brilliant idea to teepee his house (we can't be prosecuted now for this, can we?). We went to the Bobs Big Boy on East Colorado (it's now a Dennys), stole about 10 rolls of TP, and went to his house about midnight. I found out later that he and his wife were hiding behind the curtains watching us.
We did a lot of crazy, new stuff that year. We actually did a western show and played the Theme from Dallas. Our Drum Major, Steve Daniels, spun a rifle instead of a mace. After the Turkey Tussle, a bunch of us went to Shakey's Pizza to watch a tape of the game. Keep in mind that this was 1981, VCRs were a million bucks and recorders were thousands. I exaggerate. So it was very lucky for us to actually see ourselves on tape! There were about 10-15 Muir band members and about 10 PHS football players there. We were up by halftime, but what we were there to see was the halftime show, and it was damned good. Then we left, because we'd gotten our butts kicked in the second half. The PHS players taunted us as we were leaving "oh, where are you going??? you should staaaaaay". Hah.
We made it to the playoffs the following week, but lost that game. And I cried at the end of our last halftime show, because I thought it was all over. Silly me. I'd only just begun....
(an unrelated thought, and I'm not sure why I remember this, but "Turning Japanese" was playing on the bus as we rode from the stadium back to campus)
Part of the reason I picked USC was because they had a flag line (the other was that their Electrical Engineering department was ranked 5 in the nation). But I didn't join band my freshman year....which was probably okay in the end. I was too afraid of getting crappy grades and losing my scholarship, and thus was bored my freshman year, having nothing to do with study, party, and wish I was in band. But I did try out and got my first sunburn at band camp in San Diego. I had no clue what it was.
4 years of band included the Olympic Opening/Closing ceremonies in 1984, The Statue of Liberty All-American college band in 1986, trips to the Bay area, Chicago, Phoenix, Tucson, Las Vegas, Orlando and Hawaii. AND...another Rose Parade.
Those who know me know I haven't stopped. And why should I? It's fun, I'm good, and I can still do it. I wonder if you know who still plays you know what?
Do you see why I still do this? If not...you can't be my friend....
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
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Current mood:  relaxed
Category: Romance and Relationships
I actually got my wish, even if it took me another three months to find out.
The Secret is alive and well!
Maybe feelings don't really go away...just buried. I dug them up pretty damned quickly...
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
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Category: Sports
Two weekends ago,I had the pleasure of spending three days in a row at the Staples Center....crazy, eh? Friday, June 5th, the Ole Skool Crew had a rehearsal for our performance at the LA Sparks' opening game against the Detroit Shock. Because the SparKids and our team had so many new members, the Sparks entertainment management decided it was a good idea to have a run-through on the court before the game. While it meant that I was missing spending time with some of my favorite people at my favorite Friday evening spot, it was a welcomed rehearsal because we had yet to rehearse on a basketball court. I spent the day cleaning and running errands, then left for LA for the first time that weekend. As I got off the freeway to go into our designated parking lot, the huge Lakers sign on the side of the Staples Center dominated my view. The NBA Finals had kicked off the night before, and the place was decked out to the max. We had a quick rehearsal outside before we entered the loading dock, where I think the teams actually enter, and headed towards the floor. The Ole Skool Crew and SparKids waited on the sidelines while the teams' directors met with the entertainment staff to go over the schedule of Saturday's events. The place was screaming Lakers Finals. I was wondering how many logos would be changed out for the Sparks game the following day. We picked up our new t-shirts for the season, then hit the floor to run through both our routines. It didn't take too long to get the spacing together. I hadn't been out there since we performed at a Lakers game on April 9th. It felt good to be back there for the Sparks. The rehearsal wasn't too long, and several of us went out to eat afterwards, which was nice. This was the first time we'd really spent non-rehearsal time together. Our time back at the Staples Center was all too soon: Saturday morning at 8:30am. Take two. We got there in time to find the dressing room, drop off our stuff, and then hit the court again for a quick pre-game rehearsal in uniform. Then we headed off for the first gig of the day: the Make-a-Wish Foundation 2-mile walk a few blocks away. They had asked us to perform before the walk started. So we did, then headed back to the Staples Center for a pre-game meal. The morning was flying by! They had us in the Clippers dressing room, nicely carpeted but with crappy lights (like they care what they look like!)...soon it was time to hit the tunnels for the pre-game show. Like last year, we formed a corridor with the SparKids for the team to enter, and were on the court for the Star Spangled Banner and team introductions. So high school. So cool! We had plenty of time, since we were not performing until halftime, instead of our usual pre-halftime performance during a timeout. I didn't have to worry about my hair since we were wearing hats for the first number. We had a quick runthrough of the routine in the tunnel, then stood off to the side, waiting for the clock to run out, and the camera panned on Snoop and his family. SNOOP WAS THERE! HE WAS GOING TO SEE US DANCE! Is a non-hoochie mama Snoop video in our future? Time will tell. I heard a rumour that a) he asked about us after we performed and b) he wanted to become the Jack Nicholson of the LA Sparks and attend every game. So who knows? The first half ended, the Sparks were leading the Shock, and we were on deck! The kids performed first: they did a cute number where each dancer was showcased for 8-16 counts. We did a similar thing, with a Soul Train line. It had sometimes been a Metro wreck at rehearsals, but it worked out for the most part, and we all ended together. After that, four of us remained on the sidelines for some new dance thing the Sparks wanted to try with the crowd. Unfortunately, due to time, it got bumped. Our next performance was the first timeout of the third quarter, which was new for us. Normally we did the first time out of the second and fourth quarters. Unfortunately, we were still in the tunnel rehearsing when we got the call to perform, and we all had to RUN onto the court to perform "Groove is in the Heart". We had only a few seconds to get ready for the music. It went well. As if that wasn't enough, they asked us to come back out for the first timeout of the fourth quarter, not to perform, but to help out with the tshirt toss. So for those of you who have been to a Lakers game and have seen the Laker girls out there spread out on the court, dancing during a time out (but not doing a dance routine)....that's exactly what we were doing. Five of the Ole Skool Crew members and five SparKids were tossing t-shirts, and the rest of us were out there dancing and waving to the crowd. I think I need to take more aerobics classes! And...we were finally done! We changed into civvies and I spent time with a friend and her family and friends. Good times. I got home and watched the tape of the game; it had been live on ABC earlier. Unfortunately, we didn't get any TV time. Shucks. Then, Sunday, I met my sister and went to the Lakers game. Game 2 of the playoffs! Seems like ancient history now, since they won the playoffs. We had a great time. We joked about selling our tickets and flying up to San Francisco to play, but I'm glad we were there; it was the last game the team played at the Staples Center that season, and I had been at the first game. Full circle! Great energy and the team won...and the rest is history.... The Ole Skool Crew is back at Staples on Sunday, June 28th!
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Monday, June 01, 2009
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Category: Romance and Relationships
It has become more apparent that despite my efforts, I still have a crushy crush.
To which you may respond "Well, those were crappy efforts"
You are right.
I can be so annoying....
The solstice is coming up, however....I may need some help from a few pagans. Pun intended.
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Monday, June 01, 2009
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Category: Sports
It all started with an innocent email….”want to go tandem skydiving, they’re having a special” Sure, why not? I don’t have a list of things to do before I die . Things just come to me in time. And it just felt like it was time. Friends had gone in the past, and I just wasn't that interested. Since the site was so far away, I decided to carpool with friends, one of which was learning how to free fall on his own. This meant we had to be there before 8am, since he had a 4-hour class. So backing up and doing all the math, this meant I had to get up at 4:45am. Why I can do this with ease on a weekend and not on a weekday still eludes me. But I got up in time, and even had time to water the plants before we headed out to Lake Perris. We were the FIRST PEOPLE there. It was cloudy and foggy, and at one point I doubted we’d even fly. But I figured I could do the indoor training, and come back another time. We checked in, paid the balances, and basically signed our lives away. Which made me feel a little guilty, because while I had told some of my friends about the jump, I never told my family. It was still the crack of dawn on Saturday morning, so I had to wait a few hours before I called my next of kin, aka my sister, to let her know of my plans. We had some time to kill before we did the indoor simulator, and I was a little nervous and a little car sick from the drive, but I had to eat something. So Powtawche and I talked for a while as we ate breakfast. Then we walked around and took photos of folks who were doing the first flight of the day. A few of the others who were also doing tandem jumping joined us in time to hit the simulator. More forms to fill out, then we had a real drill sergeant for an instructor. We were basically about to be blown upwards by a huge huge blast of wind. We had to learn the proper technique not to go barreling into the walls or into a death spin. Nothing like learning all of this while being glared at by an ex-cop. I was dying to say “you can take the man off the police force, but you can’t take the police force out of the man”, but he kept giving me the evil eye. Then asked us all to smile…wtf? But anyways, enough about him (he pissed me off later at the end when he pointed out I had split ends…I swear, I need to be faster on the uptake with comments like that, but that was just so out of left field that I had no response other than “Um, I know”. How rude!). We learned the hand signals and the proper form, practicing on the table in the “classroom”, then suited up and went in one by one into the chamber. Wow…that was amazing. Defying gravity. He told us there was no reason to look down, which of course makes you want to look down, but I never did. In his defense, he was a great teacher and the 65 seconds times two we spent inside the chamber were pretty cool. It was very hard to breathe, and he told us to breathe out of our noses. This one advice and experience was for me the most important thing, I think, for what was to come later. Well, done with that, we had to wait for our friend Orlando to finish his free fall training. The guys who had just arrived went to fill out their paperwork, and we hung out at the pool. There was a section of covered tables next to it, which made it tolerable in the heat. The clouds were slowly burning off, and the day was looking more promising. We hung out, chatted, snacked, and it was a nice afternoon. There were two relatively new hires with us, who I didn’t really know before Saturday, so it was very nice to get to know them better. My excitement, however, was waning during the wait, and I was getting very sleepy. We finally texted Orlando to see what was up, and found out he’d be done after 2. So, more waiting after he was done, my fault this time—I wanted the pro video package, and they needed the bigger plane so they could take up the videographer. We finally settled in to watch folks jump out of planes waaay way above us when we got the call…we were next! FINALLY. We went to suit up and meet our tandem instructors. The instructions were pretty easy, the suits less than flattering,and I was getting excited again. Also a little nervous, finally. It was damned cool walking around with a flight suit on. We headed for the plane and piled in. It was the first place we’d seen that morning, which almost wiped out a PT Cruiser on the runway. And we were off! I’ll admit it. I thought about chickening out for 3 seconds. Pride wouldn’t let me do it. It was kinda hot and stuffy in the plane, which was making me feel worse. I figured it’d be much better if I jumped outside, and I’d paid. No turning back! Went to the door after Powtawche went-- kneeled at the door, and WENT! Woo! I hit the form immediately and lost my breath. In all actuality, it was more like falling out, I didn’t really “jump”. That’s perfectly okay. But like I said, the air hitting me was exactly like the simulator, except harder. And they were right, you didn’t really get the sensation of falling, just speeding somewhere. In this case, down. My main concerns were breathing and keeping the form. And looking like I was having fun for the video. Hah! I finally realized that I couldn’t breathe out through my nose, except very shallow breaths. But I could breath out through my mouth. Problem solved. I could smile and wave at the camera dude. Panic gone. I was so focused on breathing that yes, I forgot to look at the altimeter (which is a shame, I love gadgets so) or pull the rip cord. That’s why you have an instructor. And the jerk up didn’t feel anything like what it looks like on videos. It was like a gentle brake. The wind stopped rushing and it all became a gentle, quiet, beautiful drift down to land. And it hit me why folks do this. It was so pretty. There were still some cloud cover, especially around the mountains. Karen pointed out all the surrounding peaks, our drop site, and the freeways. She also adjusted the straps to assist with the landing. It would have been nice to stay up there much longer, but you know gravity. I’d seen the solo folks come in for landings, and they seemed pretty scary. Fortunately, I didn’t see anyone eat any landings. The tandem landings were easier; the students just had to pull their legs up and sit down. So that’s what I did. Slid in like nothing to it. Woohoo! We were ridiculously excited upon landing. Is this how it feels to cheat death? We swaggered back to the suit-up site to peel them off and thank our instructors. I felt envious of the newbies who were suiting up to go. Then we went to the trailer to check out our videos. Not bad! One of the guys actually rolled a few times upon exiting the plane…I’m not sure if that was planned or not, but it looked pretty cool. I’ll do it again someday.
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
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Category: Writing and Poetry
A large box awaited Jeannie on her porch. “Hmm, what’s this? QVC? Ebay? Amazon?” Jeannie mentally reviewed all her favorite online order sites, and realized that she hadn’t ordered anything in a while. She picked up the box and carried it inside, noting the lack of a UPS tracking sticker. A few stamps adorned the top right corner. “How did I order something weighing 25 pounds and I don’t remember doing it?” she wondered. She set it down on the kitchen table and slit open the taped seams. She opened the flaps, revealing an envelope on top of pink packing peanuts. She picked up the envelope, then moved away some of the peanuts. One hundred dollar bills in ten stacks, five by two, each wrapped with a white strip of paper, lay under the peanuts. “Whoa, what the hell???” Jeannie jumped back. “Oh my God!” She double-checked the mailing address. Yep, it was addressed to her, Jeannie Diana Wilson. She sat down, shaking, still holding the envelope. It was also addressed to her. She opened it and removed a piece of paper. “Dear Ms Wilson, I trust you are in good health, and that all is well. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for myself. By the time you read this letter, I should be dead, or at the very least, be in a coma. I regret that we never got the chance to meet in person; I have heard of your work at the Southern California Art Institute and am quite impressed. I present to you this gift of a million dollars in cash with no regrets, and no strings attached. Please use it as you see fit.” “What the hell…. a million dollars????” Jeannie dropped the letter and started pacing around the den and kitchen. “There’s a million…. It said a million…WHY ME?” She started talking out loud to herself. To say that she was a little freaked out was an understatement. “How does this man know who I am…and why is he giving me so much???” Jeannie looked up and into the kitchen. The kitchen window’s curtains were partially open. Suddenly nervous that her neighbor had seen something, she walked over to the window to close the curtains, and to check the lock on the back door. Locked. “What am I going to do with all of this money???” She walked back over, looked at the money, then went back into hallway and made sure the front door was locked. She tested the lock from the inside, then suddenly grabbed her keys, and went outside. She looked around to see if anyone was looking, locked the door from the outside, then threw herself at it, trying to open it. “Okay, lock’s good, but some big guy could come crashing through it…I have to get this money out of the house”. Jeannie went back into the house, relocked the front door, and tested all the windows. As she did, she kept looking back at the table which held the money. Then she walked back over to it, and picked up the letter to finish reading it. “I do have one request. If at all possible, would you please attend my funeral, and meet my surviving family? Simons and Walters will be handling the services; please call them at 626-555-3435 in two or three days. The services should be scheduled by then. If you feel uncomfortable at accepting this gift, please return it to my family at the funeral. I will understand completely. Best of luck, and thank you, Walter Masterson” Jeannie examined the box. She noticed that the stamps were not cancelled, and the return address was smudged and illegible. Then she sat down again. “What if this is some weird trick? What IS THIS? WHO is this person…and why can he afford to give a million dollars to a stranger? Is there really a million?” She pulled out one of the 10 stacks of money in the box to examine it. There were 10 bundles of 100-dollar bills in the stack. The paper wrapper said that there were 100 bills in each bundle. “Wow…if there really are 100 bills in each bundle…I have a million dollars…in my house!” She decided to count one of the bundles. Sure enough, it contained 100 bills. The serial numbers weren’t exactly sequential, but they were all different and smelled and looked new. “I don’t even know this man…who is he? Oh wait…I know….” She went over to her laptop sitting on the couch in the den, opened up a new web browser and typed “Walter Masterson bio” into the search window. She clicked the web search button and read for a bit. There was quite a bit of information about the sender of the money. Walter Masterson had had quite a history. First a computer engineer who worked on the first cell phone technology, then a lawyer in this 30s, then studying accounting and investing wisely in the 80s and 90s had left him a millionaire several times over. He was the owner of a foundation for scholarships, gave to the arts. “He must have a lot of money if he gave a million dollars to a stranger” she thought. She kept reading. He’d had his share of tragedy, however. Seventeen years ago, he’d broken his leg, and was home with his three youngest grandchildren. His wife, three children and spouses, and older grandchildren all died in a plane crash on their way to Paris. He then raised his grandchildren alone, never remarrying. “Wow…that’s so sad….now his grandkids are alone”. Tears filled her eyes. Her father had died when she was 25; her mother, 4 years ago. She couldn’t bring herself to attend a funeral after that. “Well,” she thought, “I knew at some point I’d have to attend someone’s funeral….maybe this one will be easier, since I don’t know him”. She eyed the box again. “But first, I have to figure out what to do with the money.” Banks were already closed, so that wasn’t a option at present. She went over to the box and put the stack of $100,000 back into the box. She picked it up, put it into her bedroom closet, and was coming back to the living room to read more about Walter Masterson when the doorbell rang.
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