<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536</id><updated>2011-12-30T18:07:12.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimini's Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brady &amp;amp; Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772901554090386299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fh2BUlVv4fI/S1T7ybTuplI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DUXqR3ABro/S220/256.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-8337673892310407550</id><published>2011-03-14T14:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:23:12.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WAZ UP?!?!</title><content type='html'>OK SO HERE IS THE DEAL!&lt;div&gt;I've started a new blog, it's a 'writers' blog. I'm an aspiring writer and hopefully I'll be able to be called an author and that will be my blog for all of that. Anything that has to do with reading books writing books or what have you I'll be posting on there. I'm typing and writing everyday now to really get myself into the writers frame of mind. Which means I'll be a better blogger from now on. :) We hope lol. No just kidding I know I'll be better because I've told myself I'll be writing everyday so there is no excuse not to get caught up and stay caught up on my blog writing.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will still keep this blog, for now, but it's going to be more about my personal life and not my writing or about what's going on with my husband and I... The other two blogs, if you'd like to check them out or follow them are the following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband, Me, and our family blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://bradynkimberly.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Writers Blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://kimberly-lunnen.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. I've got some good writing ideas in my head, so I'm going to head to type on my novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-8337673892310407550?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8337673892310407550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=8337673892310407550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/8337673892310407550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/8337673892310407550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2011/03/waz-up.html' title='WAZ UP?!?!'/><author><name>Brady &amp;amp; Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772901554090386299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fh2BUlVv4fI/S1T7ybTuplI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DUXqR3ABro/S220/256.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-3642779959181073783</id><published>2010-08-09T00:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:00:18.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage- A must Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ok so I know I haven't written in forever, but all is well. Brady and I are happy, in love, and living in Cali still. We've both been super busy with school and work and studies lol. but I just read this somewhere and I had to post it, it brought tears to my eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.

So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-3642779959181073783?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3642779959181073783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=3642779959181073783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3642779959181073783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3642779959181073783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2010/08/marriage-must-read.html' title='Marriage- A must Read'/><author><name>Brady &amp;amp; Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772901554090386299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fh2BUlVv4fI/S1T7ybTuplI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DUXqR3ABro/S220/256.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-851589442351761630</id><published>2010-01-20T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:58:17.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ok here are some bridals! Hope you enjoy them!! They are also on my other blog! &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w307.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w307.photobucket.com/albums/nn296/Squirtmagee/Fav 55 Bridals/6bf49fb5.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn296/Squirtmagee/Fav%2055%20Bridals/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6bf49fb5.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-851589442351761630?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/851589442351761630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=851589442351761630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/851589442351761630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/851589442351761630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2010/01/bridals.html' title='Bridals'/><author><name>Brady &amp;amp; Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772901554090386299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fh2BUlVv4fI/S1T7ybTuplI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DUXqR3ABro/S220/256.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-5073447455360832894</id><published>2010-01-18T18:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:11:09.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST READ THIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok Peeps!! I've created a new blog for my hubby and I to use &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://bradynkimberly.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bradynkimberly.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.... I'm going to actually be keeping up better on that blog because we have moved to CA and our families in UT wanna know whats up... so if you are following this blog I'll still write on it every now and then I'm sure.... but mainly on the other one... if you have given me permission to view your blog as well with this account (squirtmagee@yahoo.com) I hope you'll give me permission with my new account connected to my new blog so that I can follow your blog through that my other email is the same just at Gmail (squirtmagee@gmail.com) Let me know if you give me permission so that I can add you to my links list as well as my following blog list. :) I love you all and hope to talk to you soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love ya!!! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-5073447455360832894?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5073447455360832894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=5073447455360832894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/5073447455360832894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/5073447455360832894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2010/01/must-read-this.html' title='MUST READ THIS!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-5244113768289430059</id><published>2009-07-06T20:16:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:02:58.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... It's been awhile, here's a quick update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So... Yeah it's been awhile... Lets just say I've been busy lol... So here's a short story of what has happened the last couple months.&lt;/span&gt;
1. Brady connived with my mom and school and everyone t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o surprise me... He got special permission from the Military to come home over Memorial Day weekend to surprise me. He gave me my official ring, which is GORGEOUS and HUGE!!! And he picked it out/designed it (or what have you) All by himself! :) It was a wonderful time spent together. :) Here are a couple pictures for you from this one....
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;School for me is going pretty good, and training for him is also going good. The plans for the wedding are also coming along very well. Things are getting done, and payed for and ready as soon as the wedding can get here lol... which is in 6 Months.... A semi bitter sweet thing... :) I'm very looking forward to getting married, however I wish I wouldn't have to keep waiting... :) I'm going to pick up my dress soon so that I can get my bridals done. Which I'm very excited to do. :) Brady is supposed to be graduating next month and then going to Cali. Where I will be joining him in December after our wedding. :) YAY!!!!
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. We were able to get Brady permission to come home for the 4th of July!!! It was a great time! We went to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House which was very neat, because Brady had never been through an open house before, not to mention we were able to walk through an entire Temple together. And this temple is SO Unique compared to any other that its SO NEAT!!! Then we spent Saturday with his family and went swimming in there pool, then we spent Sunday with my family and did a BBQ after church. it was a really good weekend. But just like the last one that was 2 days, 3 days still is just not enough time... I want more time with him... I guess it's a good thing we are getting married in the temple so that we'll have the rest of Eternity together, because I really can't see not having him in my life. Not for one year, one day, not even for one millisecond Here are a couple pictures from that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SlLFVjkGv3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/HDqHFsuOlxo/s1600-h/P1060056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SlLFVjkGv3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/HDqHFsuOlxo/s400/P1060056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355559881011543922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I better go for now, I've got school in the morning and a billion other things to get back to doing and all of that stuff... I'll try to write again soon. :) Love to all!!!! :)
~Kim

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It&apos;s been awhile, here&apos;s a quick update!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SlKxfTwvV1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/x7dhR69k6Cg/s72-c/0619091139b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-8472794398694920928</id><published>2009-04-25T21:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:56:26.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm shakin up, but I'm ok... I want to say thanks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well I just had a very scary experience Last night... and feel that I need to show some special appreciation for some people. First I thank the Lord for watching over me and helping me out in a major time of need, and answering my prayers immediately. Second I am lucky that even though it can be dangerous driving fast, I'm so thankful for the fact that my dad being a real, pro race car driver for a short time and my brother for his experience in racing, taught me how to drive. And be able to handle a vehicle well enough that even if I'm going very fast I can stay in control of it. Third I feel gratitude for my neighbors son for being in the right place and the right time to help me, even though he didn't realize it until I went over and thanked him...  This is what happened......&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Last night I drove down to the fabric store to buy some stuff for a costume I wore to a party tonight. About a little before I was half way home I noticed a car somewhat following me through traffic on the freeway... Not unusual for freeway driving... when someone wants to get through, and they see a car making their way through, they tend to follow right? Well, as I was exiting the freeway I noticed they were exiting as well.... but then... I realized that they were trying to follow my exact movements and when someone is doing that... they are usually following someone... every time I tried to pass a car and get around them and in front of them this car did the same... As I was coming to a light, I pulled in the right lane knowing that it was going to end right after the light, so that I could get in front of a truck, they tried doing the same however they obviously didn't know the lane was going to end because they had to hurry back over to the left lane. I took a turn onto a back road... they followed... I turned onto state street and weaved in and out of cars... they followed.... of course half of this time I was speeding trying to put some space between us... they kept up however... I was getting my phone out and getting ready to call it in and request some help.... however, as I pulled to a four way stop, with them almost rear-ending me, I knew that there was somewhere that had a lit parking lot where a lot of cars would be and I could possibly hide... however it would be tough trying to get away from them... This is when my neighbors son pulled behind me turning left at the four way, in a truck with a trailer, he was going somewhat slow... so it gave me time to take off like a bat out of hell and take this random chance that I just was blessed with to get away... Luckily... I was able to hide among the cars, and I waited and I watched as the truck slowly drove forward with the car right on their tail.... Also luckily, they didn't see me... but I could tell the whole time they were driving down the street, they were weaving back and forth trying to look around the truck... when the truck pulled off to turn off, they sped off like none other trying to catch up to me... however coming up to another four way.. they sat there for a good minute or so flipping and changing their blinkers... trying to figure out which way to go... now granite they might not have been following me, however I follow that hard to believe with every turn I made they made, down back road after back road..... at speeds that I wish I hadn't been driving... So... I just kinda feel like its safe to assume they were following me... This went on for a good like 15 maybe 20 mins... I'm not sure why they were following me, who they were or what they wanted. I'm just grateful that I was able to get away and get home safely. After I got home I ran next door to say thanks to my neighbor as I walked up I seen two guys unloading the truck so I asked ok was Norm driving or was someone else... They said Randy was. And then he walked out and I said thanks and told him what he had done for me and how grateful I was to him... the other guys and him proceeded to tell me that the whole time that other car was following them and riding their tail... they were discussing it and were ready to stop and kick some butt or whatever... And then they realized why they were following so close and trying to get around them or get them to go faster. They were very thankful that they were able to help me out...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well... that's pretty much the story... and those who helped me out thank you SO much, you have no idea what it means to me!!! Well I better head to bed, so I'll talk to you all later!!! Loves to all!!!!
~Kim
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess a few weeks ago when Weston and I were hanging out he was able to Brady's number off my phone. He supposedly called him and they have been in cahoots getting this surprise ready for some time now... First step, Weston asked me, "If Brady were a stuffed animal what would he be?" well I automatically said either some kind of bear or some kind of Dog.... Let me think on it and get back to you. (I did ask him why and he said idk just a random question... RIGHT.... lol) The next day I chose to send Brady a message asking him what he thought he'd be knowing that I wouldn't get the answer till later that night... before I got the answer... I finally came to the decision that he'd be a Panda. (For several different reasons) Well as I was texting Weston back with my final answer, I received a message from Brady saying,"I'd be a Panda" my response was just "Great minds think alike Babe, that was my answer...:)" Well about a week and a half ago I was hanging with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Weston and we were driving in his car, I seen a piece of paper that had Brady's last name on it and I was able to snatch it... I found his address on this piece of paper... I questioned Weston about it... and he said he was saying he got it so that he could write him a letter warning him if he ever hurt me then he'd hear from it from Weston... So I forgot and let it go... :) wow yeah I know I should have seen it... haha.  So... Last night I was getting texts from Weston saying how cool Brady is, and he wouldn't explain why... and then after I was done at the salon he called and asked if I wanted to chill... I said no I should probably go home and take care of my mom, she's sick... So he put th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is fake guilt trip on me saying fine just go home and go to bed... lol and then he was very adamant about me going to bed... and then slipped and said something that he wouldn't have known unless he had been at my house... So I went home and went to my room On my Bed I found this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SfEgfO2kKCI/AAAAAAAAALo/DAQlF5ghPAQ/s1600-h/Photo326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SfEgfO2kKCI/AAAAAAAAALo/DAQlF5ghPAQ/s400/Photo326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328075555090999330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My very own: Brady in a Panda form, and guess what?? He even sings and talks to me!!!!! I started BAWLING!!! It means SO much to me!! And I owe them both for it, neither one of them knows how much it really means to me.. Maybe one day... but we shall see...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So Weston's little info for me was how he sent the voice recording box to Brady and Brady recorded it, and sent it back to him... Then Weston took it to Build a Bear and had it put in a little Panda in an army uniform. But as he was doing this all of the employees stopped what they were doing to help him because they thought that what he was doing for his friends fiance' who is one of his best friends (that'd be me) really needed something from his friend who was gone with the military... So they had been working together on it for a little while... Supposedly they all though that it was the cutest thing in the world that he was doing for his friends and being the middle person.. Which I have to agree it is way cool and very very cute!! Well... Here's a pic of me and my Panda. :) My little Brady. :) At least now I have something from him and that is named after him, that I can hug and squeeze and show off to people... I'm actually going to two wedding receptions tomorrow... maybe I'll take my panda and introduce my friends to my Fiance' :) Yeah that's what I'll do. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SfEkTHx6hJI/AAAAAAAAALw/G_DpPBKfHzI/s1600-h/Photo329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SfEkTHx6hJI/AAAAAAAAALw/G_DpPBKfHzI/s400/Photo329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079745080525970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hehe ok well I better head I've got stuff to do.. Just so you know everything's going great! I'm working a TON of extra hours at the salon so that I can get done early. :) That way I can marry my amazing man and move to California with him. :) I'm VERY excited for that!!!! Well I'll talk to you all later! Loves!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spouse lapel Pin, pic of my Hero, Certificate of Appreciation, Letter from the Army, Sticker :)
I love my Hero, my soldier, my fiance', my Bestest-Friend EVER, and most importantly, my soon-to-be Eternal Companion. :) Brady I want you to know how much I appreciate all you do for not only me, but for our country. I love you So much and I can't wait to see you again!!!

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 Where did you take your profile pic?
my house

2.
 What exactly are you wearing right now?
Um my tinkerbell black pants, and a green shirt...

3.
 What is your current problem?
I miss Brady... and hope he's able to get back on for a min...

4.
 What makes you happy most?
Brady

5.
 What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
I can only imagine

6.
 Any celeb you would marry?
Brady Lunnen.... Hey he's a celeb in my book!!! :) And I am marrying him. :D

7.
 Name someone with the same birthday as you?
Kenzy

8.
 Ever sang in front of a large audience?
When I was in jr high I sang for my ward talent show...

9.
 Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
idk... maybe maybe not...

10.
 Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?
Heck yeah man!!

11.
 Do you speak any languages?
english and very little bit of spanish... but I'm relearning...

12.
 Has anyone you've been really close with passed away?
grandpa and yes others as well...

13.
 Do you ever watch MTV?
nope

14.
 What's something that really annoys you?
Not being able to give Brady real hugs and feel his arms around me right now...


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Chapter 1:
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1. Middle Name
Mae

2.
 Nickname(s):
Squirt, Kimmi, Piglet, Beautiful(Only 1 person is allowed to use this nickname, :) ) and many MANY more.

3.
 Current location:
Living room

4.
 Eye color:
hazel

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Chapter 2:
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1.
 Do you get along with your parent(s):
Yep

2.
 Are your parents married/&lt;wbr&gt;separated/&lt;wbr&gt;divorced
married

3.
 Do you have any Siblings?
Yes
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Chapter 3: Favorites
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1.
 Ice Cream:
too many, plus I'm not really big on ice cream I have to be in the right mood.

2.
 Season:
summer, so I don't usually get cold, so I don't have to deal with my reynouds... (long story ask if you really want to know.)

3.
 Shampoo/&lt;wbr&gt;conditioner:
different ones that we use at the salon.

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Chapter 4: Do You..
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1.
 Dance in the shower?
yeah lol... only sometimes though..

2.
 Do you write on your hand?
yep

3.
 Call people back?
I try to usually

4.
 Believe in love?
DUH

6.
 Any bad habits?
yeah, a few... I'm working on them though

7.
 Any mental health issues:
Um yeah especially tonight... lol just ask my mom

8.
 Miss anyone?
more than I've ever missed anything or anyone in my entire life and I know that it's not going to change as long as he's away from me... but such is life...
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Chapter 5: Have You..
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1.
 Broken a bone?
yep

2.
 Sprained stuff?
more than you know

3.
 Had physical therapy?
yeah

4.
 Gotten stitches?
yep... to sew me back together after my surgery

5.
 Taken painkillers:
yeah lol

6.
 Gone scuba diving or snorkeling?
no but I want to someday

7.
 Been stung by a bee?
yeah tooooo many times...

8.
 Thrown up at the dentist:
nope I'm a tough girl!!!!

9.
 Sworn in front of your parents?
lol yes sad to say it... I did about an hour ago... :(

10.
 Had detention:
Nope never... lol YES!!! Hehe.. I mean it's me come on??? How could I not? I got my first detention in the 2nd grade....

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Chapter 6: Who/What was the last
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1.
 Movie you saw:
Igor!!!

2.
 Three people to text you?
Jill, Carol, Christine

3.
 Person you called:
well the last 2 calls I've recieved is Brady and Weston, before then I called my mom

4.
 Person you hugged:
my mommy

5.
 Person you tackled?
idk... the last person I tackled was Brady before he left

6.
 Person you talked to on IM?
Brady

7.
 Thing you touched?
My laptop

8.
 Thing you ate?
Salmon

9.
 Thing you drank:
Kool-aid!!!

10.
 Thing you said:
That's awesome!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-5838984434921095520?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5838984434921095520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=5838984434921095520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/5838984434921095520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/5838984434921095520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored-for-minute.html' title='Bored for a minute'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-6141697312817136084</id><published>2009-04-04T16:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:19:20.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing isn't always believing, but it's sure nice!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So... :) I've had the opportunity to see my VERY HANDSOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E MAN!!! On the computer a couple times... Once while he was at the airport and once last night... Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;n I just say I LOVE HIM!!! He's so amazing!!! It's really nice to be so blessed with technology now days. Before you only had letters... before that, telegrams, and before that Nothing!! I'd DIE!! I've decided &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that the Lord is a VERY nice Lord, he blesses me way to much!! :) Not only do I get letters, I get to talk to Brady on the phone, and now I get to see him and talk to him on the computer as well!! Of course none of this beats having him right next to me holding my hand or putting his arm around me... But for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; it's awesome!! Last night while I was talking to him we were able to pray together like we would before he left. And it was neat to be able to kneel where I was and put m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y comp in front of me. While he said the prayer I placed my hands in front of me as if he were kneeling with me and we were taking each other's hands and bow our heads. It was really nice to be able to say amen, open my eyes and see him looking at me at the same time. I got this rushed feeling of he's SO close to me I can almost feel him!! I wanted to give him a hug SO bad!!! However He'll get LOTS and LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; of hugs later on to make up for it! (promise) After that I got this idea that even though we both still had our work to do, we could still have the chat opened... so that while we both worked on what we needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to it was still as if he were sitting right next to me and visa versa. It was really NICE!! And before I went to bed it brought up the hymn Count Your Blessings to mind. It was really nice. He's really nice!! :) So That's a great GREAT blessing that I am receiving right now!! Being able to see my soldier, (ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;en if it is a little bit blurry for both of us...) and hear his voice, puts a smile on m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y face that is not easily broken. I want Brady to know how much I love him! He's a great guy and a great inspiration to me. I always find myself trying to better myself in all that I do. And when I think about it and ask myself why I am, it always leads to one answer, one word, one thought, one person, my one and only Love! BRADY! He makes me want to continue to better myself so that I can feel as though I deserve him, more so than I feel right now...  He is such an amazing man, in all that he does. He's a gentleman, he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; a missionary(yes still spreading the gospel even though in the army now), he's a great example, he's the bestest friend, and he's the one and only man I want to spend the rest of Eternity with. He's a wonderful person in an All around kinda way, if ya know what I mean!!! I love him in everyway that I know ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;w!!!! Hopefully this will be an ok picture for me to post of him... It's one of the more recent o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nes that I have... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SdfnyOgm8uI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C2gQBw_OJ30/s1600-h/high+and+tight+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SdfnyOgm8uI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C2gQBw_OJ30/s400/high+and+tight+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320976334835872482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just love him so much!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So one of my appointments today canceled... so one of my friends that goes to school with me came up and said... I think we should cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t and change your hair... And mind you I've been hearing this for oh...3 and a half months... yes since I started!!! lol And I've changed it a couple times... for myself and for a couple of them to quit pestering... However w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hen Haley said it today it was different and I actually wanted a change and needed something different so we did something different... I'll post 2 pics lol... One that's a normal one and one funny one that we took. :) Hope you like it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/Sdfp3KPbvCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qbgW04ftO0k/s1600-h/Photo+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/Sdfp3KPbvCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qbgW04ftO0k/s400/Photo+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320978618612694050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SdfqBqh7_sI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1phf-zrzyr4/s1600-h/Photo+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SdfqBqh7_sI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1phf-zrzyr4/s400/Photo+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320978799078932162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment on it please!! It's different then I've ever done and I need some feed back!!! :) Love to all g2g
~KIM
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SdfqoWTB9uI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ls5TjNTWxds/s1600-h/love4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SdfqoWTB9uI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ls5TjNTWxds/s400/love4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320979463662597858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-6141697312817136084?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6141697312817136084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=6141697312817136084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6141697312817136084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6141697312817136084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeing-isnt-always-believing-but-its.html' title='Seeing isn&apos;t always believing, but it&apos;s sure nice!!! :)'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SdfnyOgm8uI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C2gQBw_OJ30/s72-c/high+and+tight+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-3264450818345063350</id><published>2009-03-27T09:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:38:28.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I had this really overwhelming experience the other day... Tuesday night I had a dream about Brady and I going to the temple and spending time there together. Then the next day... I was getting ready for my fashion show at my school. (which I totally won by the way!! Got a few hundred dollars worth of prizes!! More later) And I went home for lunch, as always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cause it saves money. I went and checked the mail and there was a letter from my soldier!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; so excited! So I went in the house and opened it up... I started reading it and I got this very strong feeling like I was going to have an answer confirmed again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I kept reading on.. By the second page I was all teary eyed. By the end of the letter I was weeping like a little baby. Brady is so great and he treats me SO go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;od&lt;/span&gt;!! Better than a queen. It's hard sometimes because I still have several words in my head from when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I was abused at a younger age telling me that I don't deserve a good guy. And that I'd never ever get someone who would treat me right or as a daughter of God. I struggle a lot with it because I want to believe that I do... but sometimes every now and then those words are replayed in my mind.. I wish that they would just go away but I know that it's one of my trials that I chose in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;premortal&lt;/span&gt; life to deal with. Brady continues to help me with this task. He knows I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;struggle so he is always trying to reassure me and then show me how much he loves me doubled. :) He'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;s amazing and I don't know how I got to be such a lucky girl to end up with him. I can't even say that he's the man of my dreams and the one I've always wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... because he's better. My dreams weren't even this good. :)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/Scz3DTjVxtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yvFK0oIg9Nc/s1600-h/ab_wheninlove44.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/Scz3DTjVxtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yvFK0oIg9Nc/s400/ab_wheninlove44.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317896896177882834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how I feel. :) BUT.... We aren't together right now. So because of that, we meet each other every night in our dreams... So for the meantime... my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are better for a short time.. Because my life would be nothing without him in it.
So Brady graduated from Basic Training yesterday!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; I'm SO proud of him!!! I wasn't able to make it because of the expense and school. However I'm planning on a road trip to see him while he is stationed in AZ. I can't wait to be able to see his smiling face in person again... :) I know that he's doing well and hopefully he'll be able to get over the boot camp crud soon and not have to deal with that horrible cough anymore... So pray for him to overcome it please!
The fashion show that I did was through the salon that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm at right now. We did Movie themes. So we chose a movie, a character from it and then had to have a model. We had to dress them up, hair, makeup, costuming, etc... I chose to do Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doubtfire&lt;/span&gt;. :) My amazing brother Tim helped me out by being my model. It turned out AWESOME!!! He did a very good job at being Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doubtfire&lt;/span&gt;. And we ended up winning because of it!! Which is GREAT!! I won some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y great stuff too. and next time my brother comes into the salon he gets a free service. It's pretty cool! When I get the video back from having it transferred to a DVD I'll post a DVD of his performance down the run way!!!! :) It was great!!!!  But for the mean time.. he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re's a sorta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; picture from a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;amera&lt;/span&gt; phone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/Scz2qEdM1jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nK5fQvqoGKk/s1600-h/0325091611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/Scz2qEdM1jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nK5fQvqoGKk/s400/0325091611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317896462628869682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well I'm going to head for now because I'm supposed to have a client coming in here soon.. I'll post again soon!! With some more pictures, video's etc. Love to all!!!!
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-3264450818345063350?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3264450818345063350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=3264450818345063350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3264450818345063350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3264450818345063350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/Scz3DTjVxtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yvFK0oIg9Nc/s72-c/ab_wheninlove44.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-8605777784797030372</id><published>2009-03-18T22:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:23:07.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!!! Here's an Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So sorry it's been like a month since I've last written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... Here's some new things that's happened or about to happen...
1) I received a letter, a certificate, a lapel pin, and some stickers from the US ARMY. Supposedly my amazing fiance' wanted to recognize me for being a good support of him and a wonderful Army Spouse (funny we aren't technically married yet lol) But it's pretty much amazing!! I need to post some pictures but they are still on my camera right now... haha I'll try to do that tomorrow or something like that.
2) Brady phased from White to Blue, which is AWESOME!!!! So He's gotten lots of extra privileges, one including more time on his phone, which I'M TOTALLY LOVING!!! It's been great to be able to hear his voice (although he's gotten the Boot Camp Crud as they call it and his voice is horse and he has a cold as well.)
3) He's graduating from Basic Training on Thursday the 26th of next week!! YAY!!! I'm so incredibly proud of him it's not even funny!!! He's so strong in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everything he does and that's something I look up to!
4) I had a meeting with the Florist, Val, my mom and sister in law, it went great!! And we've gotten everything figured out and the wedding planning is going really good!! I think I finally found my Jewelry that I'm going to be wearing but I want to try it on with the dress to see... now I'm just trying to decided between a couple different Tiara's. :) YAY!!! Go wedding planning!! lol
5)My schooling is going great!!!! I'm on the Clinical floor and doing AWESOME!!! I have a lot of clients already calling in and starting to request me because I've been doing a really good job!!! It's been great!! If any of you want to come in and Have a trim, hair cut, color, manicure, pedicure, waxing, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; whatever you want to think of, lol, Just call in at (801)785-3113 and request an appointment with Kim. I go to school at Capelli Institute of Hair in Pleasant Grove. :) It's Way fun!!!! Look forward to seeing people that I know come in and visit me! Until I get a job I'm u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sually doing both day school and night school right now so I can usually take appointments whenever it's best for you.
6) The family is doing great!! Well both families lol! Damian is growing into a cute little boy and he's progressing SO fast, when it comes to somethings we really do believe that he is very very smart as in a Baby Genius!! And he's SOOOO Cute!!! It's totally working for him lol. Ellie is also becoming a beautiful little girl, just like her sisters and her mother!!! I love Brady's whole family!! They are really being a great help with me as far as him being gone, they are also very supportive of us and our decisions which I really appreciate and thank them for!!!

I'm very thankful to the Lord for all the ways he contin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ues to bless my life, whether it be through school, my family, or Brady. I couldn't ask for more right now in life, (well maybe to see him... but I'll be seeing him soon enough!) I promise to try to work on doing better and I'm going to post some recent pictures of all of us that I have!!! (Yes I have some really recent pictures of him that are amazing!! MY SOLDIER, is SO HOT!!! lol :) And very VERY handsome!!!) I love him very much and look forward to our life that we will be sharing together!

G2G work on more homework, Love to all of you!!!!
~Kim
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So here's a quick update, I was able to talk to my soldier on Valentines Day, that was great!!! I then went to his Uncle Jeff's on Sunday for a Mardi Gras Party. On th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ48D1hGMsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YvlTJsSOxuo/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e way down there Brady's mom Val, told me she had something for me from Brady. It was a Valentine's Day Present... So she gave it to me. It was a real Ruby in the Shape of a Tear Drop, it's Beautiful!!! She then gave me the CUTEST purse for my BDAY the next day.
From the sound of his letters and his voice Brady seems to be do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ing great out at Fort Leonardwood MO. He is doing great and progressing through training Wonderfully. When I talked to him on Saturday he had a cough and a cold which means his immune system is down. I mention this because they are having a health concerns and safety cautions going on, on the Fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ48D1hGMsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YvlTJsSOxuo/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;rt right now. A couple men have gotten sick and died within only a couple weeks of each other. I ask you all to pray for him and his health to improve. I know how he is and he will just say, "I'm doing fine and I'll be OK." He will just push through it. However being his fiance, I'm allowed to worry lol so with the health concerns and stuff I just worry that his immune system is already low and vulnerable it does somewhat concern me. So I am also going to be doing a fast on Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nday, not only for him, but the loved ones of the men who died as well as everyone who is currently located at the Fort, and for all of their health that they will all be ok.
So the next thing that has happened was that I had my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ48D1hGMsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YvlTJsSOxuo/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Birthday on Monday. And my parents and grandparents went to the Draper Temple open house with me. It was a very neat experience for me as well as an important spiritual experience that I have had concerning not only Brady and I's plans of marriage, but also the career path that I have chosen to go with for now. I know that the directions that I am taking my life, with getting married as well as becoming a cosmetologist is where I need to be.
On Wed. His Battle Buddy(Not named just for safety cautions, he knows who he is though.) :) showed up to my school to make a special delivery. You see he had his wrist broken a short time ago, so he was sent home on a medical leave until it heals and then he will return to training. Before he left, Brady wrote a short letter, and took one of the pictures that I sent to hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ48D1hGMsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YvlTJsSOxuo/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and wrote me something very special on the back of it. He gave this to his Battle Buddy with a map to my house. His Battle Buddy told me he would have come on Monday, on my BDAY however his car was having problems. So he and his wife and daughter drove down on Wed. during the day. He got to my house to realize that no one was here. So he sat there for a few mins thinking and raking his brain to try to remember anything and everything Brady had told him about me. He finally remembered that I was attending beauty/cosmetology school but he couldn't remember the name of mine. So he called 6 different schools in Utah County until they finally said yes she is a student here. :) a relief for him, and then they gave him directions to our school and they came there. When they walked in I heard one of my classmates as she walked towards me (I was at the rinsing bowls le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arning something new) she said Kim there is a Special Delivery for you, and at first I thought that he was just someone who worked for somewhere, until I seen the cast on his wrist and his wife and child. I automatically walked up to him and shook his hand. He then proceeded to hand me a gorgeous vase with a doze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ48D1hGMsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YvlTJsSOxuo/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;n Beautiful roses in it, along with some other flowers. I then noticed the note that was in the middle of all the roses.... I read it and the picture and it just continues to show me just how amazing this man that I'm planning on marrying is. He has taught me that it really is possible to love someone more when you feel your heart and soul couldn't love them more. He never seizes to amaze me, and he is continually treating me even better than people treat queens. And more often then not I feel as if I don't deserve it, however when I tell him that he always just smiles and says, "yes you do, and that is the way you should be treated and you will always be treated by me." That is one promise I know that he will never break, then again I've never known of any promise that he h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as broken. So technically all the promises he's ever made me are just as strong and likely to be kept since the moment he chose to make them. It's just how he is.
As far as the wedding plans are going, they are going gre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ48D1hGMsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YvlTJsSOxuo/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;at. I'm trying to finish putting together my own wedding planning binder, and it's coming along very well and I have it all separated and all the different sections I need to have to help me more efficiently and productively plan Brady and my wedding to the best of our abilities and make it Perfect! It's going to be the Best day of my life I know that for sure!!! To be able to marry the man that I love more than anything and know that I will be with him and sealed to him no matter what for time and all eternity will be the best gift that I will ever receive. And with our date being December 29th that's right after Christmas, and h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;onestly I know that it's going to be the best Christmas EVER!! What' better Christmas than one where you not only join another family, but start one of your own, as well as getting a new last name. The one that belongs to the man that you love. :) Sounds pretty g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ48D1hGMsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YvlTJsSOxuo/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;reat to me!!!!
So yes the date is going to be the 29th of December of 2009. We are hoping(I still have to call and reserve a spot) to be sealed in the LDS Mt. Timpanogos Temple. I'm very VERY excited!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ46e13F_GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TTYargkY6Qg/s1600-h/Army+Fiance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ46e13F_GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TTYargkY6Qg/s400/Army+Fiance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304741712617667682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Something new that is going on in my life other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everything in school going great, was that my Bishop called me in for a meeting last Sunday, and it was to receive a calling, a Relief Society calling. He wants me to be able tot be more involved with the other women of the ward as well as the blessings of having a Relief Society calling, not only just to bless my life and help me learn from so many others, but to also help me to get ready for marriage and help to bless my future family. :) I'm very excited and I will be set apart next Sunday. :) I hope that everything goes well and that the Lord can help me to do the best job that I can do.
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well I am off to bed now and I will post again when I get the chance and have more information for you. :) Prayers and love to all who read this!!!

~Kim
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-6664407679770919370?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6664407679770919370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=6664407679770919370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6664407679770919370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6664407679770919370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-fiance-is-amazing.html' title='My Fiance is AMAZING!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SZ46e13F_GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TTYargkY6Qg/s72-c/Army+Fiance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-4304425579128321305</id><published>2009-02-03T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:58:26.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word~ Thanks Kathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;TYPE ONLY 1 WORD ... IT'S HARDER THAN YOU THINK!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's what you're supposed to do... and please don't spoil the fun... copy and paste, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag people&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is your cell phone? - Leg
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your significant other? - Missouri
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your hair? - ponytail
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your mother? - couch
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your father? - bathroom (lol)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your favorite thing? - Brady
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your dream last night? - Can't
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your dream/goal? - Eternal/family ( lol first is my dream second is my goal... hehe)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The room you're in? - living
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your fear? - Loss
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? - MOM!!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where were you last night? - Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What you're not? - Tall (lol)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Muffins? - tons!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;One of your wish list items? - Travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did you grow up? - Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The last thing you did? - Typed
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you wearing? - Jeans
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your TV? - Off
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your pet(s)? - Seven
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your computer? - MAC!!!
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&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;IF YOU JUST READ THIS THEN YOU'RE TAGGED!!!  YOU'RE TURN TO DO IT!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-4304425579128321305?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4304425579128321305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=4304425579128321305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/4304425579128321305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/4304425579128321305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-word-thanks-kathy.html' title='One Word~ Thanks Kathy'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-5371164726881883413</id><published>2009-02-03T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:36:30.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apology it's been awhile, this is what's up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So how are you all doing?? I'm doing GREAT!!!
Here is what is currently going on in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm going to school at Capelli's Institute of Hair, in Pleasant Grove. I LOVE IT!!! It's way fun and I'm learning A lot!! I've already done a few hair cuts, and hair dyes. I'm working on graduating early in December of this year... because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SYjifRcePNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s08piTCGqZU/s1600-h/Real+women+marry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SYjifRcePNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s08piTCGqZU/s400/Real+women+marry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298733988488035538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I'M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;GETTING MARRIED!!! We aren't Completely OFFICIALLY engage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;d yet... however before he left the state of Utah for his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Military training he asked me to Marry him and I said yes. I said in a previous post that we were planning on waiting the full 2 years of his training and he decided that he didn't want to wait the full 2 years so we are planning on a December wedding this year. It will probably be right after Christmas so hopefully it will work out so people can come and visit us... Because.... Pretty much the day after we are married we will be moving the rest of our stuff to California. He will be stationed in Monterrey Californi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a for about a year or so for intense language training. He should be starting that around August... So we should be back by winter of next year... :'( something that I'm not exactly looking forward to. I know that I'll want to come home but I was hoping I'd be able to get away from the cold for at least one year... But I guess not... After he graduates like I said we will be moving back to Utah. So then I'll be able to chill and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ee all of you again... However I still have the rest of this year to spend time with you all as well!! I hope that we'll be able to before I leave. Hit me up sometime and we definitely will!! Other than starting my planning on the wedding and going to school... Writing my MAN!!! and trying to stay in touch with everyone!! WELL I'd love to make this longer but I've got to run to Salt Lake and pick up my Baloo... I've been driving a rental way to long I want my car back!!! So I'll keep you all updated every now and then if you want me to send you an automatic email every time I post so that you don't have to wonder if I have or not let me know your email account and I'll hook it u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p. :) Love to you all!!! TTYL Peace ~Kim
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So everything in life is actually going pretty good right now... I'm feeling so much happier. I have my testimony growing more each day and am receiving blessings that I never dreamed I would for learning to put God first in my life. By doing this I've learned that it keeps my family first in my life still... but in a different aspect that I couldn't see before... I'm learning more about myself than I ever have. I can now look back on my life and see things I could never see before. I am making a list of what I really want in my life and what I need in my life. And the more time goes by of course things change on occasion however I'm finding the things I want in my life to make more sense. When I wrote before about just wanting to dance... That was a childhood dream.. It was something I think I always dreamed of but knew would never be mine... its funny that all I wanted to do was dance... to dance all day and all night so that that's all I felt. I wanted to do that to hide how I felt. To hide my fears. To hide from myself. But by trying to push myself to do this... I ended up learning that I wasn't meant to do that.. I finally was able to grasp that I'm not supposed to be a dancer anymore... I will always be a dancer, I will always dance, I will always love it. But I've learned that there are more important things to life that dancing or one silly childhood dream. You see I learned to see that I had another dream long before I dreamed of Juilliard. I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to learn to be somebody important in someone else's life, someone like I have in mine. Dancing has been a big part of my life.. but it isn't my whole life. I reached my goals. I reached the top the hardest goals I had set.. I made the touring team at the University. And not only that but then I made the competing World Championship Latin Medley team. I was good enough for that. I touched the top... And you know what I found out when I did.... It's not what I really wanted anymore. It's not something my body could physically handle. It put me in pain. both physically and emotionally. So I finally did what I knew I needed to do, it was time. So I walked away. I did not quit I did not give up. I learned a new love, a new happiness. It was me. By subjecting myself to all that I was trying to do I was really running away from myself. I just didn't know it. You see I was to afraid. To afraid to let go of the past and to afraid to let go of what I knew and find something else. I got so comfortable in my past and in a world that never changed... All I did was danced and then had a negative life. And honestly that's not a good thing... I was to scared to let go of stupid things that had happened that I just wanted to try to dance to run away and hide my feelings... I wanted to try to just forget that you have to feel to really live. I now feel as if a burden were lifted off of my shoulders. My life is amazing. The people around me, my surroundings, myself. But I couldn't see that before. Now I can. And I can feel too. I'm learning the gift of forgiveness, and the gift of moving on and finding something like happiness again. But this time I know that there are consequences. I know that with Joy there does come pain. But if there were no pain, there would be no joy, and then there would be no life. You can't truly be happy until you learn that sometimes you do have to hurt... Opposites attract and the world can't exist without them. And neither can we. I know that with every time I'm happy there will probably be a moment of sadness at some point of my life... but you know I've learned to be ok with that. I've learned that even with keeping the future in mind and never loosing sight of what you want  you can still just live in the moment and not worry to much. Just like right now. I'm happy, maybe happier than I've been in a long time... maybe even since I was a young girl and I was up in the canyon with my family and I caught every ones capacity for their licenses for fishing and no one else caught a thing... lol My life is good. And I'm good. I have an amazing family. My dad provides for us and he is the best dad I could have ever asked for. He doesn't always understand things right, or do the right things, or even say the right things. But he is one of the best men I've ever known. He's changed my life for the better. I wouldn't ever think of praying to God to change one little thing about him.. unless he were sick and I wanted him to get better. My mom is person that I look towards as an example and as someone that I can only dream of being like. She is that special person that I have always looked towards to know that that's what I want to be. She means so much to me and she is a major stronghold for me. You know she is laying in a bed not 5 feet from me, and I know that I've told her a million times how much I love her and how much I look to her for guidance, support, love, example, role model, calmness serenity, and happiness, but I don't know as if she will ever know how much it really is. How much I truly love her and look to her. I couldn't and wouldn't ever ask, pray, or beg or even think about someone better existing... because I know that it's not possible. She might not believe that... but I know that it's true.. I just pray that she knows how much she really does mean to me and how much I really love her. My brother taught me so much... one thing he taught me was don't take things that you love and care about for granite... because you never know when they will be gone. He almost passed when he was younger... That was my first lesson of how much he really meant to me in my life. Idk what I would do without him. He is someone that I look to for so many different things... He's so great at so many things... but he just can't see it... I wished he could. he's one of the best people I know and have ever met. He's a top priority in my life and I think always will be. All of my family are  amazing and i shall always think it. I have learned to put the gospel first and a top priority in my life... By doing so, I've found an amazing boyfriend in one of the best friends I have now. He has taught me so much, and in a short amount of time. And I just continue to learn from him. Every time I see him, every time he reads with me, and every time I can see a smile cross my face and know that it's real and it's not just a show for anyone. All and all my life is going really good right now... I think the only thing that I'm having a hard time with at the moment is the whole finding a new job thing... I need one of those.. that way I can transfer schools to the school where I have been able to find a new love at. And yet still be able to make my car payment so that I don't loose Baloo. But aside from that everything is looking up. My friends are all great. And being good examples to me as well. Well there is a little update on my life, and a little extra. Something that goes beyond the surface. Something that I was able to share, and hopefully have help in defining itself and just know that there is a reason for everything, and no matter what it is, there is always someone there next to you, that loves you and that does care what happens. I take that back, there is a couple people that feel that way. I know this because I'm one of them. and always will be... Don't ever forget that.
I must go for now. I must rest this potnotted up head of mine so that it will hopefully stop pounding... And maybe tomorrow I'll write about how I sustained a concussion and how I came to the realization of how other things really do matter in life... I guess sometimes you just have to have an experience that will either make something or break something, for you to see the more important things in life. Like being happy. :)
My love goes out to all of you who read this!!!! May you're day be blessed and let it go wonderful for you.
Peace
~Kim
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-2332935124890626110?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2332935124890626110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=2332935124890626110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/2332935124890626110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/2332935124890626110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been Awhile'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SRaS1r9nWuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Kxwv_bGIpwE/s72-c/best+things.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-1987299696218810432</id><published>2008-10-27T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:23:04.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so wow I made a big change in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I was in a lot of pain awhile ago and doing all of those testing to figure out what is wrong... Well sad thing is is that we still don't know what is going on with me... I'm still in a lot of pain and it hurts to pretty much do anything to active... Before I go on for a minute I need to ask any of you to please not freak out at me for a decision that I made... I've already dealt with a few people doing this... It doesn't make it any easier for me when people aren't very supportive... However I just want you all to know that I am officially no longer a dancer... I'm still waiting for some paperwork to go through but I am being medically withdrawn from the dance program here at the University... I am off team now... out of all my dance classes... and working on getting better now. It's not easy for me to think of it as the fact that I'm no longer dancing... that's all I've ever done... That's all I've ever known... Most of you know that if someone else tells me I can't do something... especially when it comes to someone telling me I can't dance... However when it's myself and the Big Man upstairs telling me... it's a little easier to follow it... This is something that I've really been praying about and trying to find comfort and guidance in my decisions... But I know now that it really was the right decision that I made. I told my coach last wed.. and of course I was like bawling... but I did ask him to at least let me to finish out team that week because we had a performance Friday Night... I asked him if he'd let me do one last performance before I had to quit. My coach agreed to this.... So I kept feeling like this sucks... but I have been really surprised and proud of myself for how Positive I've been.... Because I know that this is what I need in my life. Dancing is not my future anymore... my future is my kids and my family. You can't deny that, or at least I can't. The Big Man basically told me that if I didn't quit I'd get injured bad enough that I wouldn't be able to have those things... I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reoccurring&lt;/span&gt; feelings, thoughts, and nightmares... and I had to make a choice... either them or World Championships... My kids will always take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;precedence&lt;/span&gt; and they are my first priority... So it's either I chose them right now or I chose to be selfish and keep dancing... No thanks... they need to get here... Another positive thing that I have to think of to keep my head up is the fact that my goal was to make the Tour Team and to know that in the coach's eyes I'd be good enough to dance in world championships and make the Latin Medley Team.. Which I did. I made them and I had him tell me that I was doing very good. That is a big thing for me... I know that I made it and that I got to experience it for awhile... I don't need to step onto that floor in England to know that I made it. When I think of it that way it makes it easier... You make your choice when you are in my shoes but I think it'd be far better of a blessing to say: "I'm a mom, look at my beautiful child that I get to spend the rest of eternity with" rather than saying... "Look I have something worldly from Europe and only a memory of stepping onto some hardwood floor covered in sweat.." So please understand my decision of quitting. And please support me when I chose to be with my kids and my family rather than passing something like that up.
So the doctors have written me letters to put in with the paperwork and they are proud of my decision and they are fully backing me up when it comes to taking care of my body rather than dancing.

Other than that going on everything else is going great in my life. I've got like 3 dates this week... of course they are just like friends type of dates... I'm not thinking of anything serious with any of them... but you just never know... we'll see... I'm sorta waiting to see what is going on with another guy at the moment... Sometimes you just never know you just have to follow the feelings and just take one day at a time... Keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt; and wait until whatever is supposed to happen, to happen... I'm not going to be rushing anything right now. I'm still  young and I almost did that once. So I want to know that it is the right thing to do when the time comes. But yeah.... fun fun... my time starts to free up and then it's taken back up by all of my friends etc. which is actually nice because now I actually have time to spend with them now... As well as my family. Today actually was the best. I got to spend the morning with my brother and his baby. I took them out to buy him his blessing outfit and a cute church outfit as a gift from me. They are so adorable!!! We are going to be surprising his wife with them after she gets off work. Then we went to lunch and then now I'm at work... And now by thing I'm waiting for is an email.... :) it's someones P-Day today and I'm sorta looking forward to getting a couple questions answered... I spent a bunch of time up at his families house over the weekend so I decided to ask for his advice on a couple things... and and asking for forgiveness for me and his mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... I sorta let her get onto my account online and send him some stuff... So I hope he's not mad now... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm going to head out because I've got to go on break soon so I can go and pick up some paperwork and turn them in for my whole medical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;withdraw&lt;/span&gt; thing.... So I love ya and peace out.

Love, Kim
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Before I went I know that I talk to my mom about everything... but there were a few things that I've never told her yet.. So I had a few different talks with my mom to make sure I had told her everything... Not only is it nice to have her as a best friend to be able to talk to about anything but also that she is my mom as well she can actually help me through things and give me good advice.... So I went to see the bishop on a day when I was very sick and was actually in the hospital 2 different times.... And it was really hard because he wasn't there and he ended up being like almost 10-15 mins late. So I was getting in m car getting ready to leave and then he finally pulled up.... So we go inside and all of the chairs that are usually in the hall as 'waiting chairs' were actually in his office... So he is struggling trying to get one for my mom to sit on... And I just sorta asked him what he was doing and then he looked at my mom and said did you want a chair or were you going to go sit on the couch... or what... So then my mom looked at me and asked "um... I think I might be coming in...?" So I looked at him and I basically said... If she can't come in with me then I'm not going to come in. I have nothing to hide from my mom she knows why I'm here.
So he let her come in with me... And then of course you plan on how and when you are going to say everything but then you end up talking about a couple different things you didn't think you would... and you start of completely different because then you think that you forgot how you wanted to start.... That's what I did... But I basically gave him my recommend he gave me a few months ago and said. I shouldn't have this. you should have never given it to me in the first place because you didn't really listen. I need you to listen this time.
And he said he would.. So I just ended up starting off from when I was abused when I was little... and then just told him about everything from then until now... Because he actually listened this time, and he even took notes lol. And names and everything so he knew everything and could help me the proper way...
He is actually being really great now, and now I feel more like my opinion of him as a bishop is a lot higher and I have a lot more respect for him... These are some of the really great things that came out of this whole thing...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is paying for some counseling for me... In full. He said that he is going to take care of it and I am not to pay anything for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He gave me some assignments to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is meeting with me every couple weeks to check in and see if there is anything I need or anyway that he can help me more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to be able to get my recommend back within the next like 6 months... And this time I'll actually know that I deserve it and be able to use it. :) And I'm going to be using it like every chance I can get!!!  My goal is to go at least once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So not only those good things but I've received other blessings from this whole thing. And I have another goal thing... Me and mom made a pack that we are going to read the whole Book of Mormon in like 80 days.. We are a little bit behind right now because of everything that's been going on and all of the make up work that I'm having to do for missing like a week or so of school and work... But it's good. :) I'm planning on not only getting caught up with my homework but also my reading this weekend. Lots of driving time on Friday that I'm going to do some reading on... Because me and mom have a wedding to go to in southern Utah... So she'll probably be doing all the driving so I'll be working on homework and reading and then same goes for Saturday and Sunday.
I also would like to start getting my place ready and cleaned up so that on my next break off of school which is probably thanksgiving I can get the walls painted black so I can get all my decorating done like I'd really to... that is a big goal that I have. I have promised myself that if I can have the funding for it, then it's going to be done by the end of this year at the latest. It's going to be freaking AWESOME!!!! I'll take like the before pictures of it all like pink and shell... and like 'big girl' room as I called it when I was younger.. and now I feel to pinked and stuff out lol... And then I'll take the after pictures of the black walls and wicked awesome decorating that I'm doing on those walls. :D I'm so excited!!!
Ok well I've gotta get off of here and work on my homework. I have to have it done... So I love you all I'll try to post again soon. And I know... I still need to put up lots of pictures of my snuggle bug!!! I love him SO SO SO much!!!! And of course the pics I have of him and me together will also be put up. :) So for now until next time. Keep your smiles on your faces and you'll hear from me again soon.

~Kim
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And NO ONE has a recommend to it.&lt;/span&gt;
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Monday night around 2 well Tues morning... I woke up having pain waves in my lower back every 45 mins or so... well it gradually got worse throughout the morning... by around 10 it was straight through my back and my stomach up through like underneath my lower ribs and the waves were still coming but now the original pain from the first waves were a constant pain then the waves would be like ten times worse and just cinch up my back and then slow back down to the normal pain, except now the waves happen every couple mins instead of ever half hour or so.... so we went to the urgent care and he didn't know what was wrong, so he did the normal pee in the cup, then he sent me to the freakin hospital to do some blood tests and ct scans etc.... I could hardly walk by myself the pain hurt so bad. My mom ended up having to get a wheelchair for me... It sucked... then it took them forever to find a good vein that they could actually find... so now I've got wonderful bruises on the inside of my arms they are so pretty... So the day goes on and the pain just keeps getting worse... the constant pain and the pain waves... To make matters worse the pain keeps rising up my back so now its in all of it and straight through to like behind my chest and sternum. So we haven't heard anything about the results yet so my mom called the doctors office. They found a cyst in my lower right abdomen then kidney stone in my right side. However with it not even trying to exit there's no way it could be causing this kind of pain... So he starts getting scared that it could be PE aka a blood clot, thinking its going into like my lungs or something. so he sends me back to the hospital for another ct scan... yeah don't ever try to have 2 ct scans in one day with the contrast both times. it totally bites!!! So I'm at the hospital half the night waiting for results and such... we get the results and there is not PE and so the story of the pain continues with no clue what is causing it... So the next day I'm sick on top of the pain... I'll just tell you when I'm sick I don't eat or drink very much.... So I ended up getting dehydrated enough that my mom said I was so pale that even my lips were white, then I looked in the mirror and she wasn't lying... So the doc said that if I didn't get over the nausea and push all the fluids then he'd have me be admitted into the hospital and start IV therapy. So starting that night nausea or no nausea I forced myself to start to drink and said whether I loose this or not I don't need anymore bruises on my arms anymore. I started to finally get my color back so they said that I'd be ok with not having to go to the hospital for that. But the pain just wasn't going away. I could take away 2/3's of the pain by taking pain pills... But the problem is that we still couldn't figure out what was wrong and why I was in so much pain... It was hard because the pain would just start to come back every 4 hours as soon as the pain pills would wear off... So by Friday me and my mom were scared. We still didn't know what was going on with me and the doctors had a few ideas but they weren't very logical ideas.... So we decided to go back to the doctors to a lady to get another point of view but my original doc was still there in case she had any questions, he was just full booked up. So she did a few other tests and another cup test. This time they found a small amount of white blood cells in it so they are thinking I had some kind of infection on top of the cyst, the stone, and the pain. So she decided what could it hurt to at least take care of this infection? maybe it'll help the rest go away too, or at least dull it a little bit. So She shot me up in my upper right cheek... which is now still in major pain. my dad hit it earlier lol and I screamed out in pain... I didn't think that the stuff in the shot would still be affecting my butt cheek that bad 24 hours later... lol Anyways I'm starting to feel better when it comes to the nausea and dehydration and everything.... but the pain just won't go away... I'm really worried about what it is... what's causing it... why it's happening... all that jazz... So we told the lady that we were scared that we were just masking the pain or masking whatever it is that's going on, with the pain pills. I flat out told her that I don't want to be hiding something with pain pills for the rest of my life and I don't want to be taking them so much that I get addicted to the stupid things. So she switched my pain pill to I think it's called ult-ram so that it's not addictive. Then she put me on something that's supposed to help with acid reflux or something like it, thinking that that could hopefully help the pain that's in my chest and my back and behind my sternum, Then she put me on an antibiotic that is supposed to help out the shot that I got to get rid of the infection that they finally found. And she also put me on some muscle relaxers that will hopefully help the pain in my back and in my abdomen lighten up a little bit. Since the shot I'm feeling a little bit better. Since I stopped taking the pain killers the pain came back but a lot of the nausea and the dizziness have gone away. I've taken one of the other pills and it's helped the pain go away a little bit. As well as the muscle relaxer and the other pills that I've got... with how many different prescriptions I've gotten in the past week and only one of them (the antibiotic) was actually for something that they knew I needed for a definite, well and the pain pills that I needed for all the pain and the pain waves that I've been going through... I'm hoping that all these stupid things will start to help me by next week because I'd really like to get back to my regular life again... totally drama filled (cuz I'm the drama queen of it and I keep it that way. ;) lol ) I am out of my stupid foot boot now but I'm still not allowed to wear heels for another week and a half or 2 weeks... I'll probably stick closer to the 2 weeks because I'd rather be safe than sorry... which means no dancing in my Latin sandals or my standard pumps... So I have some gore boot type things that I'll be wearing. That is if I can get my back to start moving better and not hurt so freaking bad. At least I've been able to find a little bit of flexibility so that I can turn more to the sides and reach down further. So we'll see what happens and hope for the best. I just decided that I've said so a whole lot in this description of what has happened this week.... One good thing though is that it's sure ending in a pretty good way. It's conference weekend and I'm taking the conference challenge that a friend told me about. And my dad spent the whole week off work taking care of me so that I wasn't by myself. Then today he spent the day doing my hair. :) he's the best dad in the world!! I think we got around 50 in this time.. our all time record was when I was about 15 or so and it was like 85... it took for FOREVER!! LOL but it's the best.. :) I'll put a picture her in below so that you can see what it is. :)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SOhQe47S7pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-mtABxrDdI/s1600-h/1004082051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SOhQe47S7pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-mtABxrDdI/s400/1004082051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253537456935071378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well there is what happened this week and Hopefully it'll get better here soon. I'd sure like it to. It's pretty late now Liz and the baby just left a little bit ago and mom is getting ready for bed so I'm so going to head to.. maybe mom will let me take some pm pills to help me to sleep better and through the pain a little bit... maybe.. Last time I tried to take some pm pills I ended up in a whole bunch of pain for a week lol.. ;) But that was from another reason lol so I don't think I'd have to worry bout that to much. So anyways... talk to ya lata!
Peace
Kim

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SOhSJAMLA6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wmaYZM1L_jo/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SOhSJAMLA6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wmaYZM1L_jo/s400/pain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253539279951037346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-3661702309347208270?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3661702309347208270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=3661702309347208270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3661702309347208270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3661702309347208270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SOhQe47S7pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-mtABxrDdI/s72-c/1004082051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-7248618473209127751</id><published>2008-09-29T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:16:32.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This freaking SUCKS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok so this totally freakin bites!!!! Here is my little shpill about 2 different things that are really bugging me right now sorry it's sorta just a let it out blog...
1. So me ad this guy were friends he went to a different school, so I work for the admissions and registration department at UVU right? Well this guy comes to me, had me help him with registration, telling him days and times of auditions for team, talking to the coach of the team, etc etc etc... Ok so pretty much I did him all these little favors... Well then we do actually end up on the same team which is great ad all. I'm not bad mouthing my team member or anything... but this is how I feel he repays me... He has this attitude that he is better than everyone else and he listens to NO one!! He missed the first couple days of choreography and formations for Latin Medley.... So he comes in last Friday and we are all telling him that he needs to be directly behind his partner in this one spot... it's where we take the formation from being spaced like across the floor to in this little teeny tiny clump....where you don't even have room to bring your arm up half way..... well I'm a not even a full line behind him I'm almost in line with him... and me and my partner are on the outside of the clump, so if he's not in his place, we cant be in ours then we get in trouble for throwing the whole formation off... So everyone is continually telling him you need to scoot in RIGHT behind your partner and we start on the RIGHT foot not the left.... Well he doesn't listen to anyone.. he ended up basically being right where I was supposed to be in the formation.... which was where I was actually located because we thought tat if we scooted into our correct place he'd take the hint and scoot in.... Oh boy were we wrong... He ended up starting on the left foot and being kiddy korner from his partner and crushing my toes with his Cuban heel.... Luckily it was close to the ended of the dance and team all together.... So we get done dancing and I'm trying to tell him that he really needs to scoot in,,, and show him my bloodied up toes... But no he says: "leave me alone for a minute... not right now I'm trying to learn this..." So I let them show him this step and let him do it a couple times then say his name again... he follows with: " leave me alone don't talk to me go away" (or very close to that) So I finally gave up and said to hell with it... So I went to my next class and was trying to take off my Latin shoes which wasn't working out so well and put me in tears... so my coach sees gets mad at me then has someone escort me to the student health services where they clean me up and then put me in a freakin boot and tell me I now can't dance for 2 to 3 weeks.... Which in all reality.... NO ONE tells me that I can't dance anymore... this happened once upon a time... never again... So walking back I break into tears and told my mom it's probably just sprained not broken... so she decided that I could go 1 or 2 weeks instead of 2 or 3... So I'm hoping we are right so I don't get injured worse than I already am... So basically I help this kid out with all this crap and he repays me by making it so that I can't dance and then acts like a total jerk to me.... Oh and then for the first time he like acknowledges me in like a couple days since it happened.... he's like what happened?? Then he asks who did it and I was like someone... and he's like it wasn't me.... Yeah I had to freaking turn around before I decked the kid.... because I was in arms distance.... IT SUCKS!!! So now I'm sittin in Latin class watching everyone else do what I love to do Including him.... and I can't freakin do it because of him.... SUCKS!!!!

Ok.... so 2. I really started falling for this guy that is a really good example to me, reminds me what I really actually want in life and in a guy, respects me, in awesome to me, spends a lot of time with me.... Even though I was planning on not falling for anyone right now and just taking care of myself for a while... but said that if something happened I'd do my best and just go with it, that way I didn't loose out on a chance of something that might end up being a good thing.... then I just found out that he is dating a girl that I used to be friends with that I very well know can be a heart breaker because she dated my best friend when we were younger... Yeah I don't like her anymore and it sucks... especially because she isn't even in the country until close to the end of the next month.... but now does that mean that all the time that I get to spend with him now is going to be gone when she comes home?? The worst thing... I found this out because I seen her picture on the background of his phone like 2 days after we did a whole dinner and movie night thing together among other things.. I seen it when we were spending time together, so the next day I checked her profile and it's a picture of them in front of the temple and her relationship said that she was in one.... So I finally just got the courage up to ask him about it and whether or not they were really dating today... so he tells me and then he asks this doesn't change our friendship though does it? I was like no never I'd never let anything come in between and ruin the friendship that we have, which is true... but it totally bites because I know that he knows I like him... and we have amazing chemistry on and off the dance floor... and awhile ago I swore that I'd never date any dancers again... and then finally one proved to be totally and completely different and not stuck up and not a slut or whatever the crap.... and he's taken.... can I just say I truly and completely believe and stand behind the Quote: ALL MEN ARE LIKE PARKING SPACES! ALL THE GOOD ONES ARE EITHER TAKEN OR HANDICAPPED!!!! LOL Any who this just goes back to the whole post of I wish I could just dance and not have to deal with anything else in life like dating or whatever the hell else there is......



Ok well I'm really tired of typing and class is going to be ending soon anyways....I just want you all to know that I love you and thank you for everything that you've all done for me and given to me... Thank you for being there for me... I'll try to write again soon and hopefully next time I'll have something more positive to write about.... Oh I know... I'll do a post all dedicated to my little snuggle bug Damian Johnathon Crawley... But to do this I want to post a bunch of pictures... so once I get those then I will post it! Ok love you all ttyl
Peace ~Kim

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So my whole life I'd always want to talk to my mom and sometimes I'd wait till she'd get in bed and start to go to sleep and that's when I'd go in and lay next to her and do dumb things to not let her sleep because I really want to talk to her about something but either I didn't realize that I did or what it was about or just couldn't find the right words to start off... I know she knows what I'm talking about... because she caught me doing this tonight... and I just layed there and I said idk if there really is anything I want right now... I just wanted to come lay in her with you for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; min..... Well little did I know that my subconcious self that likes to not let me in on a little secret until it's ready to either let me figure it out on my own or just spill it out like some dumb story....yeah it had a moment to just spill the beans tonight and open my own eyes up to something that I think I've finally realized and just never wanted to admit to it..... something that I've been dreaming about but finally just admited that I'll never probably get it...
Anywho so this person we'll call her Kimberly, so Kimberly goes off and starts talking about how she just wishes she could dance.. just dance like she used to and just have dance. That's all there was to her life... that and her family. That's it. 2 things that meant so much to her... the answer to all of her problems. Just turn music on and let her go. She just talked about how it used to be.... Just dancing... no extra responsibilities to worry about... no job to have to wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;k to earn the money to dance... no job in the middle of the day to take you away from the one thing that you've always loved and that will always be there... No dumb payments that you have to earn the money for by working... No free time to try to analyze what is going on in your life and where you're supposed to go from here... No sleepless nights wondering where did my life go? thinking what if... questioning when is it finally going to happen for me? When will I truly be happy again? And learning that that day might never come.... Thinking I'll never be able to see that rainbow that I saw that day after winning that trophy in front of the only people that really matter in my life. My family... I'll never be that kind of happy again... Realizing that yeah I finally made it to somewhere that's going to let me travel a little bit. Something that I'm more stoked about that so many things I've been sto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ked about... But realizing that I'll get to go there and it'll be amazing and absolutely wonderful... But I don't get to continue on to other places... Yeah sure she can talk all she wants about being this amazing aunt that just dances all day and just shows the world that you just need to do what you love and soemthing that you're good at and that things will be ok... the cool aunt that will travel all the corners of the earth to bring back cool stories and toys and pictures to always think about... Cool places that you can dream about... that she brought you a piece of back... Have little ones say I want to be like Aunt Kimini because she is amazing at something and she gets to go all these cool places that she once dreamed about too... These amazing wonderlands that she always wanted to go and now she's been.... The girl that was able to just walk away from so many things so that she could actually go after her one thing that she wants more than anything right now in life... and that's to just dance... To be able to dance all day without something coming into the back of your head saying you have to stop now and go back to your real mundane life where nothing that you really truly desi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;re to happen right now like you want it to...
So its hard to try to explain it from a third person so I'm just going to full out just say what I want to say... like a real journal entry....

I just want to dance. One simple sentence, one simple statement, but one dream that seems impossible... I just want to dance. Why? because It lets me be me... Dancing doesnt judge me, dancing doesn't look down on me, dancing is the thing that makes me so happy. I want to be there I want to make it to the top someday... not in a few years not in a generation and not in my dreams. I want to be there I want to dance how I've always dreamed of it. I want to make some little girl fall in love with dancing just like I did when I was a young child. I just want to dance.. I want to travel. I want to live my life to the fullest and go to all these amazing places that I see in my dreams. I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; actually be where I can dream myself to be. I don't want to see myself in a cropped picture in front of a background that I've never been. I want to go and live and smell the air their I want to be able to see these places first hand with my own eyes... Not from someone elses camera... from my own. I want to be able to have dance consume my life like it once did. Where I didn't have to worry about what some guy thought of me. Or how to say a stupid sentence to that kid in my class.. just to what? Get stepped on and thrown out all over again? No. I want to not have the time to think of the what ifs. I don't want to have the free time to think of how happy it makes me when I see that beautiful new baby boy Damian. And how when I cry because he is such a miracle and a precious thing and how much I love him... I don't want to think everytime I see him... I want one of my own. I want to be a mom. I want my own family. I want to have a miracle of my own in my own life. No I want to be able to see him and give him so much of the same love I'd give my own child, and still be able to give him the w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;orld from my own pocket. from my self to him.. Teach him things that you'd only learn if you were to travel to those other lands that are far away. I want to have my time so consumed that I can just hold of on my own or put that dream aside so that I can concetrate on having and accomplishing the things that I have to while I'm alone. While I have the chance to not have a shadow telling me where to go and what to do... I just want to dance. I want to see myself progress and look the way I look in my dreams. I want that to be a reality. The realization behind that is in all these places and these pictures or thoughts of me being in a far off land where I can just be me, I can just go and live my life and prove to myself that I can do Something for me... it's all just a dream.... yeah I'm on the tour team and we are going to blackpool and france and maybe spain.... but that's not everywhere I want to be and go... we'll have a schedule a limit... a time frame... I don't want that... I can dream and see m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yself there but then someone wakes me up. And I realize that that's the only way I'll ever see those places that's the only way I'll ever see myself like that.... I have other things in my life that I have to worry about... than to just be able to dance. One simple verb. To Dance. I don't know if anyone really understand what those 2 words mean to me... how bad right now I just want to Dance and do nothing else... To be able to accomplish something that I want something for me.. To go all those places for me and to be happy. That is the overall thing we all want and are striving for right? The pursuit of Happiness... I'm on that pursuit right now... just not giving i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;t my all because I'm to scared. That Idk what I'd do without all the what if's going through my head... What could I accomplish if I could stop only seeing myself there... in a dream and finally see myself there for real? What then? I just want to dance and be able to forget everthing else and just go with it all.... just follow the flow of life.... to life out the one dream that most are so scared to live out... and just go for it... just stop being scared. just drop the things out of your life that aren't going to get you there and just go for it... just live your life the way you want to... in the minute and just free.... One day maybe I'll acheive that... maybe I won't but for now... I just want to dance... And I realized that it could be a real possibility that I might never be able to once again... Just Dance... I might never see myself in those places... I might actually regret things.... If I ask myself, If you die tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;will you be happy with how you ended, will you be happy with your life or how the whole picture was? and the fact that my answer would be no.... That's when I ask.... what is there to really live for unless you're going to just go for it? What is the point of being here if you're not truly happy? Why am I still here putting myself through the pain of reality that I am not ok if I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; never make it where I want to make it... I can't just say it's ok.. No problem... Not anymore... Not when my answer is no. I just want to escape from everything else and just dance... and never stop... never think what if I break my ankle tomorrow? I'd say that is impossible. You cant you must just dance. and never ever stop. Dance and you'll get there. Dance and you'll be happy. Find that one thing you're passionate about and just go for it. That's what dance is for me... So why can I not just dance. Why can't people see that that is all I want. I just want to dance. And forget of everything that I don't want to think of... just dance and not remember... just dance and not have the what ifs.... Who cares about that 'amazing boy' when you can dance and have the ultimate goal acheived. That's what I want. From now on when anyone asks what do you want. I will remember that sentence that simple phrase. I just want to Dance.
I want to not be afraid anymore. My parents recently bought me a quote that is framed and just amazing and it's sitting in front of me and everytime I look at it I want to cry because I know for a fact I'm not spreading my wings like I need to... I'm not learning or mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ing where I want to go. I'm to afraid.
It says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Until you spread your wings, You will have no idea how far you can fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;
I will spread my wings and stop being afraid... because I know that if I do and once I start flying I'll never stop I'll go where I want to go. I'll see what I want to see and I'll dance when I want to dance. And nothing will ever stop me again. But until then... Reality of the real world must take place... :( and what you don't know is how unhappy I really am. Only I am finally catching a glimps of it.... and I still don't even understand it.... One day when I can Just Dance... Everything will fall into place... and that is something I just know and I can feel with my whole being. And that is where I will leave this entry. I'm tired of crying, I'll drowned out my new laptop if it gets any wetter... and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hat is me being honest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. oh well....
Peace out Hommies...

Kim

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SNHo0_gnPJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GQ1GyIXr5t4/s1600-h/dance+in+the+rain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SNHo0_gnPJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GQ1GyIXr5t4/s400/dance+in+the+rain.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247231037962402962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-7038920641780694187?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7038920641780694187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=7038920641780694187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/7038920641780694187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/7038920641780694187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SNHo0_gnPJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GQ1GyIXr5t4/s72-c/dance+in+the+rain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-3624082850618293308</id><published>2008-09-16T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:14:36.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok so I figured what the heck what could it hurt to do a short one word thing found on a friends blog.... Here goes nothing...

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://kassidynicolereese.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-word-answers.html"&gt;One Word Answers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Might as well do it too....&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Where is your cellpho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ne? floor&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Where is your significant other? unknown&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Your hair? straight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
4. Your mother? tired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
5. Your father? sleeping&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Damian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
7. Your dream last night? Performance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
8. Your favorite drink? Lemonade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
9. Your dream/goal? Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
10. The room you're in? Front&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
11. Your hobby? Dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
12. Your fear? Everything&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;14. Where were you last night? Sick&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;15. What you're not? Awakened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
16. Muffins? Blueberry&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;17. Where you grew up? HappyValley (sshhhh pretend its only 1, lol)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
18. The last thing you did? Accounts&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19. What are you wearing? PJ's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
20. Your TV? Off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
21. Your pets? Outside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
22. Your computer? AMAZING!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
23. Your life? Mundane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
24. Your mood? Confused&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
25. Missing someone? SnuggleBug!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
26. Your car? SHINY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
27. Something you're not wearing? underwear...JK um.... jewelery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
28. Last summer? Lost&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;29. Like someone? ONE? lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
30. Your favorite color? Black!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;31. When was the last time you laughed? Hour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
32. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ast time you cried? Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;
33. Who will do this? Question?&lt;/span&gt;

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First&lt;wbr&gt; thing&lt;wbr&gt; you wash in the showe&lt;wbr&gt;r?
*my hair
2.
What color&lt;wbr&gt; is your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite hoodi&lt;wbr&gt;e?
*&lt;wbr&gt;green
3.
Would&lt;wbr&gt; you kiss the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you kisse&lt;wbr&gt;d again&lt;wbr&gt;?
*yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;4.  Do you plan outfi&lt;wbr&gt;ts?
*&lt;wbr&gt;somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes.&lt;wbr&gt;..
5.
How are you feeli&lt;wbr&gt;ng RIGHT&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*not entir&lt;wbr&gt;ely sure.&lt;wbr&gt;.. sorta&lt;wbr&gt; confu&lt;wbr&gt;zzled&lt;wbr&gt; at the curre&lt;wbr&gt;nt momen&lt;wbr&gt;t thoug&lt;wbr&gt;h...
6.
Whats&lt;wbr&gt; the close&lt;wbr&gt;st thing&lt;wbr&gt; to you thats&lt;wbr&gt; red?
*my toe nails&lt;wbr&gt; :D
7.
Do you say aim or a-&lt;wbr&gt;i-m?
*aim but i dont use it
8.
Tell me about&lt;wbr&gt; the last dream&lt;wbr&gt; you remem&lt;wbr&gt;ber havin&lt;wbr&gt;g
*It was about&lt;wbr&gt; my ADORA&lt;wbr&gt;BLE nephe&lt;wbr&gt;w that I didn'&lt;wbr&gt;t get to se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;e yeste&lt;wbr&gt;rday.
9.
Did you meet anybo&lt;wbr&gt;dy new today&lt;wbr&gt;?
*yes
10.
What are you cravi&lt;wbr&gt;ng right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Holdi&lt;wbr&gt;ng Damia&lt;wbr&gt;n!!!
11.
Do you floss&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes lol not my stron&lt;wbr&gt;gest thing&lt;wbr&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;12.
What comes&lt;wbr&gt; to mind when I say cabba&lt;wbr&gt;ge?
*&lt;wbr&gt;rabbi&lt;wbr&gt;ts
13.
When was the last time you talke&lt;wbr&gt;d on aim?
*i dont use aim
14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Are you emoti&lt;wbr&gt;onal?
*can be
15.
Would&lt;wbr&gt; you dance&lt;wbr&gt; to the taco song?
*&lt;wbr&gt;whats&lt;wbr&gt; that?
16.
Have you ever count&lt;wbr&gt;ed to 1,&lt;wbr&gt;000?
*yep thank&lt;wbr&gt;s to my broth&lt;wbr&gt;ers
17.
Do you bite into your ice cream&lt;wbr&gt; or just lick it?
*&lt;wbr&gt;lick it
18.
Do you like your hair?
*&lt;wbr&gt;yeah usual&lt;wbr&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;19.
Do you like yours&lt;wbr&gt;elf?
*i guess&lt;wbr&gt;...
20.
Have you ever met a celeb&lt;wbr&gt;rity?
*yep
21.
Do you like cotta&lt;wbr&gt;ge chees&lt;wbr&gt;e?
*&lt;wbr&gt;usual&lt;wbr&gt;ly depen&lt;wbr&gt;ds on my mood
22.
What are you liste&lt;wbr&gt;ning to right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*the other&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e in the call cente&lt;wbr&gt;r
23.
How many count&lt;wbr&gt;ries have you visit&lt;wbr&gt;ed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;*&lt;wbr&gt;one.&lt;wbr&gt;.. but I'm trave&lt;wbr&gt;ling Europ&lt;wbr&gt;e next year!&lt;wbr&gt;!!! AAAAA&lt;wbr&gt;HHHHH&lt;wbr&gt;
24.
Are your paren&lt;wbr&gt;ts stric&lt;wbr&gt;t?
*no, they know im an adult&lt;wbr&gt; and make my own decis&lt;wbr&gt;ions
25.
Would&lt;wbr&gt; you go sky divin&lt;wbr&gt;g?
*&lt;wbr&gt;maybe&lt;wbr&gt; idk yet
26. Would&lt;wbr&gt; you go out to eat with Georg&lt;wbr&gt;e W.  Bush?
*&lt;wbr&gt;sure I guess
27.
Would&lt;wbr&gt; you throw&lt;wbr&gt; potat&lt;wbr&gt;oes at him?
*no
28.
Is there&lt;wbr&gt; anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing spark&lt;wbr&gt;ly in the room you’r&lt;wbr&gt;e in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;*my skirt&lt;wbr&gt;!!!
29.
Have you ever been in a castl&lt;wbr&gt;e?
*not a real one
30.
Do you rent movie&lt;wbr&gt;s often&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;nope,&lt;wbr&gt; not anymo&lt;wbr&gt;re.&lt;wbr&gt;.. my paren&lt;wbr&gt;ts somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes do
31.
Who sits behin&lt;wbr&gt;d you in your math class&lt;wbr&gt;?
*I'm not in math right&lt;wbr&gt; now
32.
Have you made a prank&lt;wbr&gt; phone&lt;wbr&gt; call?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Once when i was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;33.
Do you own a gun?
*&lt;wbr&gt;um.&lt;wbr&gt;.. no comme&lt;wbr&gt;nt...
34.
Can you count&lt;wbr&gt; backw&lt;wbr&gt;ards from 74?
*&lt;wbr&gt;yeah if i wante&lt;wbr&gt;d to
35.
Who are you going&lt;wbr&gt; to be with tonig&lt;wbr&gt;ht?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Dance&lt;wbr&gt;rs..
36.
Brown&lt;wbr&gt; or white&lt;wbr&gt; eggs?
*&lt;wbr&gt;white&lt;wbr&gt;? i dunno&lt;wbr&gt; arent&lt;wbr&gt; they the same?
37. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Do you own somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing from Hot Topic&lt;wbr&gt;?
*yes a few thing&lt;wbr&gt;s actua&lt;wbr&gt;lly
38.
Ever been on a train&lt;wbr&gt;?
*not a real real train
39.
Ever been in love?
*yes
40.
Do you have a cell-&lt;wbr&gt;phone&lt;wbr&gt;?
*yes
41.
Are you too forgi&lt;wbr&gt;ving?
*yes I used to be incre&lt;wbr&gt;dibly&lt;wbr&gt; forgi&lt;wbr&gt;ving but not anymo&lt;wbr&gt;re thoug&lt;wbr&gt;h... I sorta&lt;wbr&gt; train&lt;wbr&gt;ed mysel&lt;wbr&gt;f to not be forgi&lt;wbr&gt;ving.&lt;wbr&gt;.. now I need to find the happy&lt;wbr&gt; mediu&lt;wbr&gt;m...
42.
Do you use chap stick&lt;wbr&gt;?
*yes
43.
What is your best frien&lt;wbr&gt;d doing&lt;wbr&gt; tomor&lt;wbr&gt;row?
*i dunno&lt;wbr&gt; worki&lt;wbr&gt;ng...
44.
Can you use chop stick&lt;wbr&gt;s?
*yes
45.
Ever have cream&lt;wbr&gt; puffs&lt;wbr&gt;?
*of cours&lt;wbr&gt;e
46.
Have you ever seen The Butte&lt;wbr&gt;rfly Effec&lt;wbr&gt;t?
*yep watch&lt;wbr&gt;ed it at Jake'&lt;wbr&gt;s one night
47.
What was the last quest&lt;wbr&gt;ion you asked&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;idk.&lt;wbr&gt;... are you going&lt;wbr&gt; to see damia&lt;wbr&gt;n
48.
What was the last CD you bough&lt;wbr&gt;t?
*idk it was like a billi&lt;wbr&gt;on years&lt;wbr&gt; ago.
49.
Boys or girls&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;whats&lt;wbr&gt; that suppo&lt;wbr&gt;sed to mean?&lt;wbr&gt; do i like boys?&lt;wbr&gt;, no I like Men.
50.
What is your bus numbe&lt;wbr&gt;r for schoo&lt;wbr&gt;l?
*I don'&lt;wbr&gt;t ride the bus I drive&lt;wbr&gt; my new car that I just bough&lt;wbr&gt;t
51.
Is your hair curly&lt;wbr&gt;?
*no it's wavy.
52.
Last time you cried&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Sunda&lt;wbr&gt;y
53.
Ever walke&lt;wbr&gt;d into a wall?
*yep :P
54.
Do looks&lt;wbr&gt; matte&lt;wbr&gt;r?
*&lt;wbr&gt;hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly? I think&lt;wbr&gt; they do to some point&lt;wbr&gt; for every&lt;wbr&gt;one.&lt;wbr&gt;..
55.
Have you ever bough&lt;wbr&gt;t anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing from Pac Sun?
*&lt;wbr&gt;no.&lt;wbr&gt;...?
56.
Have you ever slapp&lt;wbr&gt;ed someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne?
*oh yes.&lt;wbr&gt;..
57.
Favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite time of the year?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Summe&lt;wbr&gt;r
58.
Favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite color&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Black&lt;wbr&gt;, Blue,&lt;wbr&gt; Pink
59.
Are you sarca&lt;wbr&gt;stic?
*&lt;wbr&gt;nope never&lt;wbr&gt;...
60.
Do you have any tatto&lt;wbr&gt;os?
*nope
61.
The last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you held hands&lt;wbr&gt; with?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Tyler&lt;wbr&gt;...I think&lt;wbr&gt; he was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n...
62.
Do you sleep&lt;wbr&gt; with the TV on?
*&lt;wbr&gt;somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes
63.
Where&lt;wbr&gt; was your defau&lt;wbr&gt;lt pictu&lt;wbr&gt;re taken&lt;wbr&gt; at?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Lagun&lt;wbr&gt;a Beach&lt;wbr&gt; in Cali
64.
Do you hate or disli&lt;wbr&gt;ke more than 3 peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e?
*no
65.
Do you like your life right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*i dunno&lt;wbr&gt;, sure
66.
How often&lt;wbr&gt; do you talk on the phone&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;often
67.
What is your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite anima&lt;wbr&gt;l?
*&lt;wbr&gt;bunny&lt;wbr&gt; wabbi&lt;wbr&gt;t... or a dog.&lt;wbr&gt;..
68.
What was the most recen&lt;wbr&gt;t thing&lt;wbr&gt; you bough&lt;wbr&gt;t?
*&lt;wbr&gt;lunch&lt;wbr&gt; for me and my mom
69.
Do you have good visio&lt;wbr&gt;n?
*yep!
70.
Can you hula hoop?
*&lt;wbr&gt;used to be able to.&lt;wbr&gt;.. i'm retar&lt;wbr&gt;ded now so no..
71.
Could&lt;wbr&gt; you ever forgi&lt;wbr&gt;ve a cheat&lt;wbr&gt;er?
*I did once befor&lt;wbr&gt;e. I won'&lt;wbr&gt;t make that same mista&lt;wbr&gt;ke twice&lt;wbr&gt;.
72.
Do you have a job?
*yep 2!
73.
Can you handl&lt;wbr&gt;e the truth&lt;wbr&gt;?
*id rathe&lt;wbr&gt;r be told the truth&lt;wbr&gt; than a lie and yes I can handl&lt;wbr&gt;e the truth&lt;wbr&gt; even if it hurts&lt;wbr&gt;....
74.
What are you weari&lt;wbr&gt;ng?
*&lt;wbr&gt;cloth&lt;wbr&gt;es, a peasa&lt;wbr&gt;nt blous&lt;wbr&gt;e and a skirt&lt;wbr&gt;.  :)
75.
Have you ever crawl&lt;wbr&gt;ed throu&lt;wbr&gt;gh a windo&lt;wbr&gt;w?
*yes lol a coupl&lt;wbr&gt;e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Survey #2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;You must be hones&lt;wbr&gt;t to take this surve&lt;wbr&gt;y!

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, are you in love right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*no, but i do love peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e just not in that way

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, what color&lt;wbr&gt; is your under&lt;wbr&gt;wear?
*hot pink

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, what'&lt;wbr&gt;s on your mind right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*&lt;wbr&gt;um.&lt;wbr&gt;.. for some odd reaso&lt;wbr&gt;n one of my frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds is on my mind but also my brand&lt;wbr&gt; new nephe&lt;wbr&gt;w.

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, what are you doing&lt;wbr&gt; right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*&lt;wbr&gt;waiti&lt;wbr&gt;ng for a stude&lt;wbr&gt;nt to call me so that I can log back out and help joyce&lt;wbr&gt; clean&lt;wbr&gt; the qui out.&lt;wbr&gt;..

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, what did you do today&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;Went to class&lt;wbr&gt;es, dance&lt;wbr&gt;d, went to break&lt;wbr&gt;fast with a frien&lt;wbr&gt;d, worke&lt;wbr&gt;d, ran to the bank,&lt;wbr&gt; got food for me and my mom.&lt;wbr&gt;.. now I'm worki&lt;wbr&gt;n again

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, do you think&lt;wbr&gt; you are attra&lt;wbr&gt;ctive&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, have you done somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing bad today&lt;wbr&gt;?
*&lt;wbr&gt;depen&lt;wbr&gt;ds on your defin&lt;wbr&gt;ition&lt;wbr&gt; of what quali&lt;wbr&gt;fies of being&lt;wbr&gt; bad..

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, do you watch&lt;wbr&gt; Disne&lt;wbr&gt;y chann&lt;wbr&gt;el?
*&lt;wbr&gt;somet&lt;wbr&gt;imes if I'm like home sick layin&lt;wbr&gt;g on the couch&lt;wbr&gt; and flipp&lt;wbr&gt;ing chann&lt;wbr&gt;els.&lt;wbr&gt;..

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, are you jealo&lt;wbr&gt;us of someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*&lt;wbr&gt;kinda

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, what makes&lt;wbr&gt; you happy&lt;wbr&gt; most of the time?
*&lt;wbr&gt;danci&lt;wbr&gt;ng and being&lt;wbr&gt; with those&lt;wbr&gt; I love

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, do you bite your nails&lt;wbr&gt;?
*nope

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, what is your mood right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*&lt;wbr&gt;happy&lt;wbr&gt; and a littl&lt;wbr&gt;e confu&lt;wbr&gt;zzled

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, who do you want to see at this very momen&lt;wbr&gt;t?
*&lt;wbr&gt;DAMIA&lt;wbr&gt;N!!!!

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, do you have a deep dark secre&lt;wbr&gt;t?
*oh yes I have a few actua&lt;wbr&gt;lly

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, do you hate someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*not hate just don'&lt;wbr&gt;t like.&lt;wbr&gt;..

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, who/&lt;wbr&gt;what do you want to hug right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*&lt;wbr&gt;once again&lt;wbr&gt; DAMIA&lt;wbr&gt;N!!!

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, do your wrist&lt;wbr&gt;s hurt?
*nope

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, are you in denia&lt;wbr&gt;l?
*not anymo&lt;wbr&gt;re

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, would&lt;wbr&gt;n't you rathe&lt;wbr&gt;r be havin&lt;wbr&gt;g sex right&lt;wbr&gt; now?
*&lt;wbr&gt;well duh! who would&lt;wbr&gt;nt? hello&lt;wbr&gt; that'&lt;wbr&gt;s a no brain&lt;wbr&gt;er.&lt;wbr&gt;.. espec&lt;wbr&gt;ially&lt;wbr&gt; becau&lt;wbr&gt;se I'm at work.&lt;wbr&gt;... id anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e who would&lt;wbr&gt; chose&lt;wbr&gt; work over sex

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, is it easie&lt;wbr&gt;r to talk on Myspa&lt;wbr&gt;ce than in perso&lt;wbr&gt;n?
*id rathe&lt;wbr&gt;r talk in perso&lt;wbr&gt;n

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, does anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e like you?
*i think&lt;wbr&gt; so, but im very confu&lt;wbr&gt;sed in that depar&lt;wbr&gt;tment

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, is it going&lt;wbr&gt; anywh&lt;wbr&gt;ere with them?
*I don'&lt;wbr&gt;t reall&lt;wbr&gt;y know.&lt;wbr&gt;.. but for some odd reaso&lt;wbr&gt;n I sorta&lt;wbr&gt; hope that it does.&lt;wbr&gt;.

Hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, did you answe&lt;wbr&gt;r all these&lt;wbr&gt; quest&lt;wbr&gt;ions hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly?
*yes i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Survey #3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;does your profi&lt;wbr&gt;le song have any speci&lt;wbr&gt;al meani&lt;wbr&gt;ng?
A coupl&lt;wbr&gt;e of them

what song is stuck&lt;wbr&gt; in your head?
I'll walk,&lt;wbr&gt; by: Bucky&lt;wbr&gt; Covin&lt;wbr&gt;gton

midni&lt;wbr&gt;ght, who were you texti&lt;wbr&gt;ng?
No one I was sleep&lt;wbr&gt;ing!

what are you most worri&lt;wbr&gt;ed about&lt;wbr&gt;?
Every&lt;wbr&gt;thing

how diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rent are you from three&lt;wbr&gt; years&lt;wbr&gt; ago?
Oh very very diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rent.

let a good frien&lt;wbr&gt;d/&lt;wbr&gt;ex/&lt;wbr&gt;bestf&lt;wbr&gt;riend&lt;wbr&gt; go this year?
yep.&lt;wbr&gt;..

when is the next time you will see the perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you like?
um.&lt;wbr&gt;.. I'm not sayin&lt;wbr&gt;g exact&lt;wbr&gt;ly when.&lt;wbr&gt;.. but in a few hours&lt;wbr&gt; or so.&lt;wbr&gt;...

when was the last time you cried&lt;wbr&gt; reall&lt;wbr&gt;y badly&lt;wbr&gt;?
Um a few weeks&lt;wbr&gt; ago.&lt;wbr&gt;.. in Augus&lt;wbr&gt;t

do you like your life at the momen&lt;wbr&gt;t?
I would&lt;wbr&gt;n't trade&lt;wbr&gt; it for anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e else'&lt;wbr&gt;s but there&lt;wbr&gt; is somet&lt;wbr&gt;hings&lt;wbr&gt; that I wish I could&lt;wbr&gt; chang&lt;wbr&gt;e...

are you curre&lt;wbr&gt;ntly frust&lt;wbr&gt;rated&lt;wbr&gt; with someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne?
not reall&lt;wbr&gt;y, unles&lt;wbr&gt;s mysel&lt;wbr&gt;f count&lt;wbr&gt;s...

do you have a frien&lt;wbr&gt;d that start&lt;wbr&gt;s with the lette&lt;wbr&gt;r X?
nope

you want to get marri&lt;wbr&gt;ed?
yes I do.

is anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing alive&lt;wbr&gt; in your room?
do spide&lt;wbr&gt;rs count&lt;wbr&gt;? I'm almos&lt;wbr&gt;t posit&lt;wbr&gt;ive that there&lt;wbr&gt; are spide&lt;wbr&gt;rs in there&lt;wbr&gt;.... found&lt;wbr&gt; anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er web.

do you have someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne of the oppos&lt;wbr&gt;ite sex you can tell every&lt;wbr&gt;thing&lt;wbr&gt; to?
yeah

were any of your past relat&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ips worth&lt;wbr&gt; it?
yes they were

been in a hospi&lt;wbr&gt;tal this year?
yes.&lt;wbr&gt;.. but not for me I was there&lt;wbr&gt; for Damia&lt;wbr&gt;n

accor&lt;wbr&gt;ding to your ex, are you prett&lt;wbr&gt;y?
Yep

what'&lt;wbr&gt;s the last pierc&lt;wbr&gt;ing you got?
The top of my right&lt;wbr&gt; ear.&lt;wbr&gt;.. but I decid&lt;wbr&gt;ed to take it out.&lt;wbr&gt;...

do you know if anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e likes&lt;wbr&gt; you?
um.&lt;wbr&gt;.. no actua&lt;wbr&gt;lly.&lt;wbr&gt;. I wish that I knew about&lt;wbr&gt; someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne.&lt;wbr&gt;.. but I guess&lt;wbr&gt; I'm not suppo&lt;wbr&gt;sed to know.&lt;wbr&gt;..

talk to your exes?
some of them,&lt;wbr&gt; a few I still&lt;wbr&gt; consi&lt;wbr&gt;der frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds and want in my life.&lt;wbr&gt;..

have you ever kisse&lt;wbr&gt;d someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne whose&lt;wbr&gt; name start&lt;wbr&gt;s with a c?
yes

do you have trust&lt;wbr&gt; issue&lt;wbr&gt;s?
yeah,&lt;wbr&gt; I think&lt;wbr&gt; every&lt;wbr&gt;one does.

do you curre&lt;wbr&gt;ntly have a hicke&lt;wbr&gt;y?
nope

is your dad a jerk?
NO WAY

ever been to Alask&lt;wbr&gt;a?
No somed&lt;wbr&gt;ay maybe

hones&lt;wbr&gt;tly, what are you sick of?
Being&lt;wbr&gt; so confu&lt;wbr&gt;sed.

have you ever regre&lt;wbr&gt;tted letti&lt;wbr&gt;ng someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne go?
I used to, but not anymo&lt;wbr&gt;re

who is the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n to sleep&lt;wbr&gt; in your bed?
me.

how long does it take for you to get ready&lt;wbr&gt;?
Depen&lt;wbr&gt;ds on the day.

in the past week have you gotte&lt;wbr&gt;n your hair cut?
nope

whose&lt;wbr&gt; bed did you sleep&lt;wbr&gt; in last?
mine

has someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne disap&lt;wbr&gt;point&lt;wbr&gt;ed you recen&lt;wbr&gt;tly?
Yeah

do you belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve exes can reall&lt;wbr&gt;y ever be "&lt;wbr&gt;just frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds"?
yeah

how long is your hair?
idk prett&lt;wbr&gt;y long I guess&lt;wbr&gt;... past my shoul&lt;wbr&gt;ders

do you still&lt;wbr&gt; turn to your paren&lt;wbr&gt;ts for advic&lt;wbr&gt;e?
yep all the time

ever have surge&lt;wbr&gt;ry?
yep a few

are your eyes the same color&lt;wbr&gt; as your mom'&lt;wbr&gt;s or dad'&lt;wbr&gt;s?
both if i'm corre&lt;wbr&gt;ct.

been caugh&lt;wbr&gt;t doing&lt;wbr&gt; somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing you weren&lt;wbr&gt;'t suppo&lt;wbr&gt;sed to do?
Who hasn'&lt;wbr&gt;t?

are you still&lt;wbr&gt; frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds with peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e from kinde&lt;wbr&gt;rgart&lt;wbr&gt;en?
um.&lt;wbr&gt;.. not reall&lt;wbr&gt;y...

do you want to see someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne this very minut&lt;wbr&gt;e?
um.. it doesn&lt;wbr&gt;'t actua&lt;wbr&gt;lly matte&lt;wbr&gt;r... I'm fine.&lt;wbr&gt;.. it's not like I'm not going&lt;wbr&gt; to see them later&lt;wbr&gt; anywa&lt;wbr&gt;ys...

has someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne of the oppos&lt;wbr&gt;ite sex ever told you they loved&lt;wbr&gt; you and meant&lt;wbr&gt; it?
yeah.&lt;wbr&gt;... but it doesn&lt;wbr&gt;'t chang&lt;wbr&gt;e anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing now.&lt;wbr&gt;..

what do you think&lt;wbr&gt; of your numbe&lt;wbr&gt;r 2 on your top frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds?
He's amazi&lt;wbr&gt;ng!!

last thing&lt;wbr&gt; to piss you off?
um.&lt;wbr&gt;... mysel&lt;wbr&gt;f...

do you like the perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you are becom&lt;wbr&gt;ing?
for the most part sure.&lt;wbr&gt;.

name somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing you have to do tomor&lt;wbr&gt;row?
Watch&lt;wbr&gt; a movie&lt;wbr&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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I'm really enjoying being on tour team. So stoked to go to world champs next year and compete!! Then tour Europe!! I wish I could tour even more than I'll get to.. oh well maybe one day.... There is also a possibility of us going to china but we'll see......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;School is semi going ok... I'm already a little bit behind in a couple classes but that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;is because I spent all of last weekend at the hospital instead of doing my homework... My nephew was born On Friday September 5, 2008. 6 lbs 3 Oz's. 17 1/2 inches tall... He is so freaking cute and adorable!!! He had some complications but is doing Wonderful now... he weighs about 5 1/2 lbs now... There is absolutely Nothing to him but skin and A WHOLE TON of extra skin lol. It is so cute though!!! I'll make a photo album with photobucket.com as soon as I can... I'm not sure when I'll be able to yet... Plus I want A BILLION pictures on there of him so yeah... you'll see him soon enough. His name is Damian Johnathon Crawley... He looks just like his daddy with some traits from his mommy that do stick out as well. He is the most precious thing I know. I love h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;im so much and I'm totally going to spoil him.... Not to mention I'm totally going to be the freakin awesome aunt that travels the world and brings back all these cool foreign toys and all sorts of weird things for him to have. He's absolutely amazing in every way. So I've decided that this is the year that I spoil myself and Especially spoil Damian!!! I got a new laptop, a new ipod touch, a new car, a new this and a new that, oh and I'm remodeling my room like I've always wanted too... like totally painting and revamping the arrangement and EVERYTHING!!! it's going to pretty much be the bomb!! That's what I'll be doing for Christmas this year lol.. :) I'm so EXCITED!!! It's pretty much going to just look hot!! Anyways... my ipod is done restoring so I need to head back down to my office in the basement that has absolutely no wireless connection until I buy my own airp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ort, so that I can have it.. So yeah got to go get back to my work and my assignments.... but know that I love you all!!! And I hope you are all doing wonderful!! Give me updates on yourself too!! or send me the emails when you post something new on your blog ok?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;

Ok well Loves!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;

Peace,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;

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Peace out...
Kim
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's the latest... I'm single, I'm still living in my parents basement (and I'm ok with it and love it!!), I'm on the tour team, going to school full-time, working on campus still, and now I'm a Beauty Consultant with MK. So much has happened that I just don't even know what to say.... however one thing that I will say is that..... I GOT A NEW CAR!!!!!!! ALL BY MYSELF TOO... it's completely and entirely mine!!!! :D Here are some pics!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;





&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok I'm heading out so I love you all and I'll try to post again sooner rather than later!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peace Out!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;




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I know that it's been way super uber long since I last posted on here and let you all know how my life was going and what was going on.... Here is a quick update.... I deleted a certain someone from my friends list on my sites that I have, ya know facebook, myspace.... here there everywhere he no longer has any access to my life or what is going on at that time.... That has relieved a lot of stress and heart ache out of my life... However life has still been WAY WAY stressful and very interesting... I'm now single again... things didn't exactly work out with the guy I had talked about, however we are still really good friends and you never know what will happen in the future.... It's not like we had it out or anything just other things came up that need to be taken care of before we really actually tried a relationship etc...which I'm fine with...:) Um I'm not sure if I posted the fact that I'm on the tour team now or at least for the summer... :) YAY!!! I have three trips planned for August... I'm now working 3 jobs and going to school full time... :) Hooray for me lol... Pretty ok ones though... One of them is that I'm now a Mary Kay consultant... so if you ever need anything let me know and I can order it in for you so that you don't have to try to find a consultant or what have you...:) I'm mainly doing it to earn extra money so that I can start saving for tour in the spring. :) So I'm not trying to earn a car or get my own team, I won't pressure you into signing up and joining with me... that's your choice. I just know that they have some pretty amazing stuff that I love and highly recommend. The main thing that I use is their cleanser because it's the only one I've found that hasn't made me break out or make my skin freak out on me. I love it. However now that we have moved from regular makeup to ALL mineral based makeup and I LOVE IT!!! I actually wear base now because it seriously feels like I don't have any on at all. And I love the eye shadows as well because the color doesn't fade off of me and it doesn't crease up either. It stays nice and smooth on my skin now. :) Any who... I was on tv yesterday morning on the FOX13 news with big Buddha performing in the background it was pretty fun... other than the fact that I was sick all day so I sorta felt like crap.... Oh and OMG the day before Monday night...... yeah ok so... I went to a concert with Josh Gracin, Collin Raye, and Joe Nichols..... and I was right up next to the stage!!!! AAAHHHH I have a picture of Joe Nichols oh and a video of him while he was singing and standing right next to my hand leaning over the top of me... IT WAS FREAKIN AWESOME!!! Anyways yeah I know I'm a dork.... Well I'm not as busy this week or I shouldn't be from here on out for awhile so I should do a lot better at posting and saying what's going on....But for right now.... I need to finish eating my lunch and get back to work without distractions.... :) But mucho MUCHO love to you all!!!! :) Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ttyl~ Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me and Seth have had 2 private lessons with Tara trying to get ready for auditions... and they've worked out really good... I'm hoping he'll change his mind... even if I pay for all of the privates I don't even care right now... Saturday I laid out for awhile and while I was layin out I had a friend stop by, One of those long time no see friends... So Saturday night I ended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;up hanging out with him... It was pretty cool I got to go see Kung Fu Panda..IT WAS AWESOME!! And attractive... lol Sunday I went to Sacrament then drove down to Provo for Seth's homecoming.... It was really good. Then spent the rest of the day with my family. So those are the main highlights from the past few days... I've basically just been totally wiped out and tired... Another reason why I haven't posted... Anywho I'm gonna go so I can finish eating and get ready for school... Love you all... Peace!

ttyl~Kim
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I just got some bad news... I can totally understand and I'm not mad at him... I'm more mad at myself for being so freaking excited about finally having a chance to maybe prove myself to someone, and I think that chance is just totally shot. So I really don't know what's next anymore and I wish I could honestly say I don't really care but the bad thing is that I really do care. It sucks like hell! But I should be used to stuff like this... I'll just try to keep my head up and wait for my chance in life right? Wrong pretty much I'm sick of waiting and I don't really feel like holding my head up any more so I'm pretty sure I'm going to let it drop again and just try to move on with life again.... So pretty much I don't exactly want to be where I am right now, and I'm really hoping that I get a text from someone soon to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ave me from letting myself sulk over something I shouldn't give a dang about.... Why  do we let things mean so much to  us in life? Why are we able to find something that we love, that we feel we can accomplish some kind of something in and sometimes maybe even seem like we are good at it... and let that Have such an effect on our lives that it just keeps stinging like crap every time you get shot down? Sometimes I really wish that I was dumb enough to myself that I'd take the easy  road out of things... Then I think back on my past and I remember how when it wasn't my choice to take that path, how bad my life really sucked. Then I know that I can't take the easy way out, I can't just give up... I'm daddy's feisty little redhead I don't give up and I don't give in right? well most of the time that's how it's been. Sometimes I so wish that I grew up being mommy's little mouse so that when I chose to be that role now it wouldn't seem like I'm just running from something or be a chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and pull away. Right now I just wish that I could just go curl up in my little 'cubby' at grandma's house and just be by myself and play with my little lite in the socket.... Yeah if only... I can't even fit my legs all the way in my 'cubby' anymore let alone my whole body... So this is where daddy's little redhead comes out and say well see then there is no sense feeling bad anymore when there is nothing you can do about it any further. So here is where I'm going to leave this dumb entry and forget about it.... So Peace.
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TTYL
~Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SFCPGkiyxTI/AAAAAAAAADc/V4U4HSC__B0/s1600-h/men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 193px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SFCPGkiyxTI/AAAAAAAAADc/V4U4HSC__B0/s320/men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210822111919260978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-8142167959949283595?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8142167959949283595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=8142167959949283595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/8142167959949283595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/8142167959949283595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/mmkay-then.html' title='Mm&apos;Kay then'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SFCPGkiyxTI/AAAAAAAAADc/V4U4HSC__B0/s72-c/men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-7325098711716937509</id><published>2008-06-11T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:52:34.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So this is going to be fairly short cuz I'm sick of typing today and I've gotta type up a paper in a little while.... I just have to say that I got to see someone last night and it was AMAZING!!! It was just a lot of fun to hang out and chill and not feel pressured to be something or someone I'm not. We went shopping, Hung out, Set stuff up, Organized, and just laughed. It was great... I can't wait to hang out with him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So this morning Laura got back to team and it was fun having her back. Me and Seth got to dance like 3/4 of the time with them because they were working on the cha-cha that we helped Laura clean. It was way fun and I'm looking forward to getting our own routines for competition. :) Other than that not to much else has happened today. I'm just out of it... I'm at work so I can't work on my homework because the phone calls just make me loose my train of thought... which isn't usually nice when I'm writing about something lol... So that makes it a lost cause, not to mention IR's dumb surveyors are here and being retarded... So that doesn't help me work on my homework either. So any who... My Horoscope for the day sorta hit me right on the head because it told me like almost exactly what I was thinking at the moment I looked at it... Well not what I was thinking but an answer to what I was thinking about..... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquarius: You have no idea how to resolve an issue, so just be honest and say you're not sure what to do next. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways I'm gonna head I love you all!!!!! Peace out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210760583233024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SFBXJIU2MsI/AAAAAAAAADU/LyuPxpoS1LU/s320/listening.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-7325098711716937509?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7325098711716937509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=7325098711716937509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/7325098711716937509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/7325098711716937509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiles.html' title='Smiles!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SFBXJIU2MsI/AAAAAAAAADU/LyuPxpoS1LU/s72-c/listening.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-4109445856976275671</id><published>2008-06-10T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:39:13.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok so... all the turmoil has been solved lol... You see... I have a new Latin partner now. And I felt bad about having to talk to my other partner who is like one of my close friends so that I can dance with the other guy now... so hehe.. Anywho I have a new Latin partner and so far things are going great!! I'll have to post some pictures of us when we get going more... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways... So last night... I made this great decision of wanting a change... So I cut my hair!!! It's even a little shorter than what I was thinking of doing with it. :) lol So Here's a picture... tell me what you think.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210381728392062578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SE7-k4D-pnI/AAAAAAAAADE/y2V7vRv4jLU/s320/Newhaircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So in the picture if you haven't noticed... I'm Sun burnt... This would be from the Modeling Photo Shoot that I just got done with... It was fun for the most part... but I mean it was a good experience and maybe one day I'll get to be on a new poster for the school... Who knows though.. They might not use any of the shots that I'm even in.... lol that would have made today a waste of time.... oh well I'm over it... Ok so I'm going to go because I'm working by myself at the moment, and the phones are off the hook.... So I'll post later... Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ttyl ~Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210385870229219394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SE8CV9m6KEI/AAAAAAAAADM/z-Az3UcbVlk/s320/bot.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;
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So today I'm excited because I get to ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t my hair cut... I'm not sure what I'm going to do but I think I want to do something new and different... I guess I'll have to look at some pictures and decided what I want...
So t his morning I'm in all sorts of turmoil... I'm not sure what to do about a couple situations... I'm tossing over everything in my mind over and over and o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ver again... and have been for the past couple hours... probably still will be having problems with it for the next little while... Which sucks because dwelling on something that you know you have to make a choice on sucks.... because you can see positives to everything and from every angle... however you can also see the negatives too... Which just makes it hard to make up  your mind... I think I know what I'm going to do and what I have to do... the only problem is getting the guts and the nerve to do it... a rule I learned once is find something you want, even something that you could say you want more than anything and you just go for it... try not to think about the future to much or dwell on it an incredible amount but just go for it... And I think I just found my answer of what to do... I know what I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ant, I know what I'd really like to have happen... And the only way for it to happen is if I do, I have to change what is happening right now to get what I want... Which mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;es me feel shallow but I know it insists of changing myself and things that I'm doing... So... Tomorrow starting early on... I know what I'm going to do... I think I've thought about it enough... I'm ready to have a change in things... I also know that it's going to be hard.... But what did Jesus always say? "I never said it would be easy, I only said that it'd be worth it." Man I sure hope that this decision pays off and it really is worth it....... Anywho I better get to workin on homework... Loves!! Peace out!
ttyl~Kim
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This morning... I got some really shocking news... about this guy that has been a family friend my whole life... So I had seen him off and on for awhile then like nothing, I found out that he had moved back east with one of his older brothers for awhile... Well when I run into him next I was older.. (duh) And he had asked how old I was and if I had been dating anyone at the moment... and I told him no... So he asked my parents if it'd be cool if he asked me out on a date or two.. they said sure... we prefer her date older guys anyways because they tend to treat her a little bit better... So he started asking me out and it was always last minute or I already had plans... then I didn't hear from him for awhile and started to then date Erik.. of course that got a little serious... so when Brandon the long time friend started asking me out again I told him that I really couldn't anymore right then, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; he told me well if it ends up not working out with him give me a call... Which a few months after it broke off I decided to shoot him a text.. I guess he had given up on me callin so he didn't know who it was when I had texted him... So I said to hell with it... Can I just say that the Lord works in mysterious ways and that I try to count my blessings when I learn that I could have ended up in a way worse situation?? Anyways my dad called me this morning, and had me look something up online.... It had showed me that this guy that I almost dated had been arrested and booked into the county jail like 6 times. And a few of them were because of    ual abuse against a child... Well you all know that I haven't always looked my age and I look younger than I am... Yeah this freaked me out just a little bit... Thinkin of times that I had hung out with this kid and we were alone... that could have been me.. what's worse is that he is a family friend... WAIT let me rephrase that.... He WAS a family friend... I'm sorry but no friend of mine would ever do that to a child... Not to mention his other charges of criminal mischief, burglary, driving on a suspended license, driving with no registration.... not showing u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;p for court dates... etc. etc. etc. This is something that I thanked the Lord that I didn't get caught up with him worse than I already was..... I'd probably be in a WAY worse situation than I am right now... I'm so thankful that I know that the Lord is always there and always looking out for our well being...

I'm going to sign off for now because I've got other stuff to take care of but Loves to everyones!!! Peace
ttyl ~Kim

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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So first yesterday after I got off work I had a migraine that was just getting worse and worse. So I went to my appointment with my Chiropractor and Then went home, ate something took some meds and went to bed at 6:30!! WOW that is so freaking early for me.. The funny thing is, is that I slept pretty dang good throughout the night as well... It was so nice to be awake and feel refreshed this morning. So then I taught team this morning the whole time basically because... Seth L. a previous dancer from Scott's team just got back from a mission and wanted to learn the routines so that he could work back up to Scott's team. And he asked me to work on teaching him the Gold and Gold Bar routines so that I can possibly help him to re audition for the team.... :) Can I just say that that totally makes me happy? The funniest thing about all of it is that I knew exactly who he was when I first seen him and when Kristen first introduced him. Because I'd not only seen him dance before his mission... but I admit I actually had a crush on him for a little while before he left as well... lol I know retarded huh? Oh well... So I'll help him and hopefully by helping him audition it will help me to get onto Scott's team too.... :) We only hope right? It's about time I get on.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So after helping him I went to the Comp lab and was sending an email to someone when I got a random text... it was like "Hey it's been a long time... lets hang out" So it was a 435 number so I'm thinking its one of my friends from North Sanpete... (Not thinking that I'd get a text that early in the day from someone that is returning home from another country) So of course I was like... "Sorry to say this but um, who is this?" And I got a total scare.... this was the response.... "What? You kissed me then forgot me... was I that bad?" Ok so I start freaking out thinking um... who did I kiss??? OMG.... Cuz I know like everyone I've ever kissed and I don't remember kissing any of them... so I was like lets see if I can figure out who it is with this... "No, I got a new phone, lost half my numbers..." So I got one more text back before I figured out who it was.... "Good excuse... but you would have remembered if I had kissed you...lol" Right there that told me that it was Jeremiah and he just got back from Korea... So I called him and got to talk to him for awhile before I had to go to my next class, it was so coolioo!!!! It was Freakin Awesome man... I mean not like i haven't talked to him on the phone before... but um... probably just cuz I knew he was closer to me than he was while he was in Korea and knew that he'd be coming even closer in Utah today... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok well... I'm tired of typing for a minute here... so I think I'm going to go read for a bit because my mom gave me a new book to read and I'm looking forward to reading it... :) So hope all is going well in your lives and you're all in my Prayers!! Lots of Love!!! Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SEmhWnkEnwI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zbj0Rr9-H6U/s1600-h/best+things.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-3808343202682752500?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3808343202682752500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=3808343202682752500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3808343202682752500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/3808343202682752500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/hehehehe-its-friday.html' title='HEHEHEHE IT&apos;S FRIDAY!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SEmhWnkEnwI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zbj0Rr9-H6U/s72-c/best+things.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-8693446433349663341</id><published>2008-06-05T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:49:18.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok so I think that my horoscope today just totally hit the spot for me so I decided to copy it and put it on her... Hopefully that will help me to remember it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;





&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aquarius: You're always trying to make others happy, so it feels weird to put yourself first. But a good weird. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-8693446433349663341?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8693446433349663341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=8693446433349663341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/8693446433349663341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/8693446433349663341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SEhfQmplZWI/AAAAAAAAACM/rk8TZI6xbIw/s72-c/dont+matter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-6742263360346189630</id><published>2008-06-01T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:05:33.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend adventures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SEN9qbNQibI/AAAAAAAAABU/38Jhpse0HG4/s1600-h/0601080306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SEN9qbNQibI/AAAAAAAAABU/38Jhpse0HG4/s200/0601080306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207143761981770162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I had started off Saturday a good way like any girl should and went and bought me and my mom new shoes and my mom a couple shirts. (I got like 6 new pairs of shoes lol... but they were only like $5 or so each so it's all good right?)
Then later on me and Nettie chilled for awhile then we had Laura's teams perform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ance. That I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s in charge of. The team is used to dancing on this big floor... well we showed up and they had them up on this tiny stage that's like a 1/4 of their regular floor... and it had like tables behind the cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tains making it even smaller. Then their sound system was like a little disc-man that was plugged into a machine... On the stag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e... So I had to be on the stage with the sound system with the team l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it was really retarded.... and they were supposed to do a couple things in between numbers well they didn't so I got to make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fool of myself by trying to talk to the audience and explain things to them in between while the team was trying to change costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So all in all... it ended up being a pretty good looking... mess lol.. :)
After that me and Nettie went and chilled with Veronica for awhile. That was a TOTAL Blast... I learned a new song... 'I kissed a girl' it's Hilari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ous!!!! Then Nephi came and got me and Nettie and we wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t Clubbin a COMPLETELY FUN TIME WITH THEM!!! Me and Nettie got to get our faces painted while we went out on the outside part of the club because we were dying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... she got a big Red and pink butterfly across her whole face its way cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then I got a Tribal Rose on my right cheek.  then we went back in and just kept dancing until the club closed. It was fun and Nephi was like our body guard to keep crazy, creepy boys away from us. There was actually a couple times when I would pull Nettie away from guys and tell them that we were there together and not to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ss with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; One of the times we ended up s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mearing part of her face paint onto my forehead so I had this random black b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lob on my forehead it was great lol... I'll add a couple pics of us from the night. Anyways it ended up bei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng a blast and I totally love hangin with my homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;!&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;! I didn't even get home until like 3 in the morning and I have church at 9 O'clock..... hehehe but I was a good girl and still got up and went. That pretty much sums up my Saturday fun lol... Here are a couple pics we took while at the club! Oh yeah and it was Nettie's first time going clubbin so it was even funnier to be able to just go crazy with her. :) I'll always remember this experience lol...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
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Ok so.. Sunday.... I got my calling from my Bishop today, I will be sustained and set apart next Sunday.
I'll admit that I was actually a little worried that he would call me into the primary or some kind of teaching position. I probably would have had to be honest about how I felt about being called to that. Because I feel in no way ready for a calling like that. Not to mention that I feel like most of them know more about what I'd try to be teaching them than I did. It's not the best feeling when you are trying to teach someone twice as young as you or even younger something and they correct you on it.... Ever had a 5 year old correct you? Yeah you sorta feel pretty stupid after that. Anywho... so my calling.... ended up being.... hehehe.... A librarian. With none other than my MOM!!!! Can I just tell you how freakin stoked I am for it? lol technically I already have been one every now and then because whenever I'm there I'm usually in the library with her anyways. So there you have it... I'm now going to be officially a Librarian. I'm very happy about this calling and I will admit that I was hoping and praying that I'd get this one instead of another one. Me and my mom will also be able to better motivate each other to make sure to always go even if we just don't want to get out of bed.
So I went to church and got my calling after the block but during Sacrament there was another little baby that wouldn't stop looking at me and smiling and "playing" (making faces and stuff) with me. It was really cute. For some odd reason little kids tend to do that with me. It's really fun though because I absolutely adore them. My mom claims there must be some type of Aura around me that draws them to me... and I think that she might just be right about that. Then me and my parents went out to lunch together and went and picked some stuff up... like a bouncy rocking horse thing and a big wheel and stuff from my grandma's for the new baby that's on the way... (Tim's and Liz's) Then I totally came home and took a nap... I was so tired.... lol that's what usually happens when you stay out till 3 then end up not being able to get to sleep for awhile though huh? lol Then I just spent some time with my fam. Now I've gotta get back to workin on my English paper... lol Then head off to bed... Love to ya all!!! Hope you're all doing great :) If there's anything you need let me know! ttyl
~Kim


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-6742263360346189630?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6742263360346189630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=6742263360346189630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6742263360346189630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6742263360346189630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-weekend-adventures.html' title='My weekend adventures....'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SEN9qbNQibI/AAAAAAAAABU/38Jhpse0HG4/s72-c/0601080306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-2834546871474860498</id><published>2008-05-30T16:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:10:58.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w307.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w307.photobucket.com/albums/nn296/Squirtmagee/22545801.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i307.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn296/Squirtmagee/?action=view&amp;current=22545801.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-2834546871474860498?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2834546871474860498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=2834546871474860498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/2834546871474860498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/2834546871474860498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-me.html' title='It&amp;#39;s me!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366171181420008536.post-6319385824320207167</id><published>2008-05-30T14:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:12:31.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Peeps First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok so.... Here it goes I'm tying this out and giving it a shot. Maybe one day I'll be able to get really good at it... I'm still being helped out. Lol So I wanted to create this so that you guys can know what is going on in my life and how everything is. I'll let you guys in on little secrets and stuff that I don't let other people in on (like my myspace and facebook peeps) You guys have an all access pass lol. :) So if you don't know me well enough by now that I'm a space case then you guys are in for a surprise. I'm planning on posting just bout anything I feel like on here. If I just randomly post music lyrics or a poem it's probably how I feel... Or I may just rant and rave about how my day went or whatever! That's what these are for right? Lol From now on you'll always be able to get ahold of me if you'd like to through here. I'll check this just as much as my other accounts if not more... I just want you all to know that I love you tons!!! Bear with me on this while I get used to it as well. If you have any suggestions please feel free to comment so I can get used to it all. Ok well.. I'm going to go and edit it a little now so much love!!! ~Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366171181420008536-6319385824320207167?l=kiminiscrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6319385824320207167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366171181420008536&amp;postID=6319385824320207167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6319385824320207167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366171181420008536/posts/default/6319385824320207167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiminiscrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-peeps-first-blog.html' title='Ok Peeps First Blog'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IAgrZD4VE2g/SLMqEEYiwKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jD3cL436gY0/S220/Me+HAT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
