tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36350566329250978122024-03-13T07:59:55.993-07:00Once Upon a time...Never MindThe True Confessions Of Kimberly-loo WorwoodUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-84250328405864485442010-12-10T09:54:00.001-08:002010-12-10T10:00:02.440-08:00Taking off to Thailand!I just bought my plane tickets on Saturday! I'll be leaving on January 12, and I'm pretty darn excited about it. I'm going to keep everybody updated about my experience on my new blog: <a href="http://www.sixmonthsinsangkhla.blogspot.com/">www.sixmonthsinsangkhla.blogspot.com</a>. It's not completely up and polished yet, but I've got a got a good start on it, so go check it out!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-84282595125122337232010-09-16T13:07:00.000-07:002010-09-16T13:34:51.851-07:00Kimberly-loo doesn't know what to do....I learned about a method of journal writing yesterday in which you time your self for five minutes and write everything that comes to your mind. Uncensored, unedited, unridiculed. I want to try that today. So here we go--a leap into Kimber's subconcious:<br /><br />Boing. Boing. Boing. Boing.....I tried to put my hair in sponge curlers last night. Actually, I didn't try. I really DID put sponge curlers in my hair....when I took them out this morning I looke like a clown. Except I didn't have face paint. I spent the rest of my morning trying to fix what had taken me a good hour or so the night before. stupid stupid. boing boing...<br />Two free movie tickets. What am I going to do with them? Eli and I are broken up, but even if we WEREN'T he's eight hours away in Idaho where he could watch a movie for less money than the gas would cost to come here and watch a free one. Stupid. Stupid....boing. haha....this is silly...I can't believe I'm actually going to post this on my blog. I just feel bad that I haven't posted anything for so long. So this will have to do.<br /><br />It's not like there is nothing going on in my life. I do all kinds of things....facebook....text....play piano....clean my room. But which of those sounds like it would be an interesting thing to write about? None of them. That's right.....<br /><br />My birthday was Sunday. I didn't like it. I'm now 21. It surprises me that every year my birthday seems to be less of a big deal. I really could care less about it. Well, that's not true....maybe I just have high hopes for it that I know won't happen, so I dread the day it comes, because I know I'll only be disappointed. Probably. Maybe. Boing.<br /><br />One more minute left. This is harder than it looks...or sounds...or something. Oh....just kidding there's only a few seconds left......blank...blank.......clock.....I want to start a jazz group here. That would be fun.<br /><br />Done.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-58057677021733081252010-07-12T07:52:00.001-07:002010-07-12T07:52:45.331-07:00Summer PlansSit. Breathe. Read. Smile.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-73808851744098338102010-07-11T22:31:00.000-07:002010-07-17T15:38:51.878-07:00Oh I wonder wonder who...ba doo doo who? Who wrote the book of Love? And what the heck is Love anyways?So the semester is almost over (BIG sigh)...and I've been dating this amazing kid named Eli for the past three months. He is amazing. He IS. He' s incredibly intelligent. He's studied Latin, Hebrew, AND Greek. He looks like a GQ model (he even leans on walls like one). He is a great conversationalist. He's athletic. He smells good. He's a tenor. He's creative. Kind. Hardworking. Down-to-earth. And he's dating a girl named Kimber.<div><br /></div><div>People are starting to ask where this relationship is headed, and I don't really know what to tell them. I guess there are only two ways the relationship can go. </div><div>I'm not against the idea of marrying him (see above description to understand why)...but at the same time, I'm not sure I have a desire to. Shouldn't love be something more than a person matching (or even exceeding) your checklist? We get along great...and we share a lot of interests and beliefs. Almost everyone that sees us together thinks we make a great couple. We do. Even I know that. So....why am I not more giddy about this relationship? </div><div>I know that relationships aren't always perfect, but shouldn't there be some kind of fireworks thing going on? Am I crazy? Maybe I've watched one too many chick flicks and I'm confused about what a healthy relationship is? Might there be someone better out there for me?</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know...maybe I should just go to bed. =)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-28104187827896815002010-05-22T16:41:00.000-07:002010-05-22T16:47:46.099-07:00Follow me SouthIt snowed today. Today: May 21. <div><br /></div><div>PS Life is happy :0)<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-46072999566708725322010-04-08T14:30:00.001-07:002010-04-08T14:33:12.512-07:00One BIG sigh of relief.SIGH.<div><br /></div><div>I'm practically done with finals. One more final today, one tomorrow....white glove....and then: Chicago, here I come!!!! Is it weird that I'm <i>really</i> looking forward to a ten-hour bus ride on Sunday? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-89006723919207267022010-03-01T22:49:00.000-08:002010-03-01T22:50:54.630-08:00Sleep....ZZZHey, I'm doing a research project on sleep for my English class. It would be a great help if you would take my survey in the upper left corner of this page. Thanks! I love you all =)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-58409847239952501382010-02-13T08:19:00.000-08:002010-02-13T10:42:01.871-08:00Narcissist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjfNCiT0jc72qfRI82q5jUikveRs4fv5jfyDckCyTMsRzaA_n574nhXDmDxwvJmq1JzJwDKlYjAwzsUcHaaGZ6aEjQft_oAxTkjAQCApCor5BpwAdislGKwpMBFcLoskzxK1dMkBdnnUq/s1600-h/narcissus.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjfNCiT0jc72qfRI82q5jUikveRs4fv5jfyDckCyTMsRzaA_n574nhXDmDxwvJmq1JzJwDKlYjAwzsUcHaaGZ6aEjQft_oAxTkjAQCApCor5BpwAdislGKwpMBFcLoskzxK1dMkBdnnUq/s320/narcissus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437800178366167570" /></a><br />You know, Narcissus must have been a rather likable chap--otherwise all of those nymphs wouldn't have been pining for his love. I believe that nymphs have enough sense to fall for people on a deeper basis than beauty. He probably ALSO had a meltingly gorgeous singing voice, was academically inclined, had a hilarious sense of humor, and wore stylish sandals.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Everyone gives Narcissus a hard rap because he rejected Echo, but who are THEY to tell him who to fall in love with? Maybe he had commitment issues--he was only fifteen after all. That's FAR too young to get married. Besides, Echo was annoying. All she could do was repeat every word that came out of Narcissus' mouth. Now given, Narcissus was probably very witty, wise, and well worth repeating, however this does NOT diminish the value of original thought. Had he accepted the persistent love of Echo, her determined doting would have been reveled in for a little bit, and then he would have become incurably bored. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Echo, my dear, It's been lovely that you always do what I want to do, but it's becoming rather exhausting to make all of the decisions. What do YOU want to do today?"</div><div>"What do YOU want to do today?"</div><div>"I don't know. I want YOU to pick!"</div><div>"I don't know. I want YOU to pick!"</div><div>"But I don't want to!"</div><div>"But I don't want to!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, that would have been a miserable marriage; avoiding it shows that he must have had quite a bit of foresight for such a young fellow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Narcissus was probably incredibly emotionally stable when compared to other youths of his age. While they were bemoaning their greek noses and ill-fitting togas, he was giving himself positive, self-validating speeches. "Narcissus, you good looking fellow you, what incredible feats are you going to accomplish today?!" It's really too bad he got stuck looking at his reflection for so long--he probably would have made a great motivational speaker! "Learning to Love the Man in the Mirror: A Teenager's Guide to Good Self-esteem." Think of how many anorexic, self-depreciating greek adolescents he could have saved! I imagine he also would have made an excellent model, stand-up comedian, actor, rock-star, scientist and brain surgeon. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I've figured it out!</div><div>Narcissist (n.) 1. a good looking, likable, talented, funny, sensible person who has a lot of potential for greatness.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wow--I'll have to thank Erin for the compliment! </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-66661016005973025872009-12-31T23:46:00.000-08:002010-01-01T00:08:21.707-08:00Happy New Decade!!! And Welcome to Life.2010.<div>This will be the fourth decade that I have been alive for. This is the decade wherein I start my life as an adult. What I do in this decade will determine what I'll be for the rest of my life. It's rather frightening for me to contemplate on that. This is the decade where I start a career, COMPLETELY move out on my own....possibly choose an eternal companion, buy my own car...start worrying about troublesome things like insurance and electric bills. This is the decade where I have to stop saying "when I grow up I want to be..." and now I get to just "BE." </div><div><br /></div><div>What DO I want to be? WHO do I want to be? (Side note...I can hear my family playing Rock Band in the basement right now, and my mom is one solid rocker. Haha....)</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like those two questions should have been the catalyst for a bunch of new year/decade resolutions....but honestly I'm feeling more baffled at my future than motivated to plan and predict how my life will turn out. I feel like I'm at a crucial stage in my life, and yet, I'm feeling more lost and confused about what I want in my future than ever. After all of my lofty plans for this last year rather fell through, It seems that I have that Sondre Lerche song stuck in my head non-stop. "Better be prepared to be surprised....." I think that's what I've resolved to this year....</div><div>Now I just have to figure out how the heck one goes about preparing to be surprised. </div><div>Happy New Year everyone!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-48098683337502648162009-11-17T21:13:00.000-08:002009-11-17T21:23:10.113-08:00Giving ThanksWell, it's that time of year....so here we go:<br /><ul><li>I'm thankful that it looks like I'm actually going to pass my atonal musicianship class.</li><li>I'm thankful that Fall has stuck around for so long up here in Rexburg</li><li>So thankful for Pumpkin Smash Jamba's and Great Harvest Bread</li><li>LOVE my ward, LOVE my Bishop, ADORE my roommates</li><li>Cute coats</li><li>Good friends</li><li>Warm socks</li><li>Long conversations with my mom</li><li>Hugs from Dad</li><li>My AMAZING Education Psychology class (which has made me realize how incredibly blessed I am to have a brain) =)</li><li>Sleep--every minute is cherished</li><li>In-door exercise equipment</li><li>Yummy smelling lotion</li><li>Three words: Grilled Cheese Sandwiches</li><li>Good hometeachers who teach me how to play guitar</li><li>My roommates' guitars!!!</li><li>Loving Professors </li><li>Prayer</li><li>Alarm clocks</li><li>Discoveries</li><li>A week long Thanksgiving break!!!! </li></ul><p>Pretty much, I have an awesom life-- and I'm thankful for it. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-42376297074350721602009-10-10T17:45:00.000-07:002009-10-10T17:57:49.767-07:00Did ya miss me?I know it's been months since I last posted...but that's with good reason. I can't remember a time in my life when I was so busy! I'm finally starting to settle into the swing of things though--of course I AM putting off homework to publish this post....<br />Pretty much, I came up to school early to start my new job at the student financial aid office, and about two weeks into the semester I had to <em>quit </em>my job just to keep up with the rest of my life. I'm hangin' on by a thread--it's rather thrilling in a way. So since school has started I have:<br /><ul><li>Passed my first awful atonal theory and ear training test</li><li>Scored and arranged two songs--one for a string quintet, one for a woodwind quintet</li><li>Been trying my best to fulfill two church callings</li><li>driven home for general conference</li><li>Watched a Manhattan Transfer concert in Salt Lake</li><li>Performed at a dinner party with Vocal Union</li><li>Been kissed</li><li>Had a birthday, and ate a yummy cake</li><li>Purchased a laptop (FINALLY--and I adore it. I don't know what took me so long to get one. My life is SO much simpler now.)</li><li>had a roommate get engaged</li><li>etc. etc.</li></ul><p> </p><p>I'm hoping that is a satisfactory update for anyone that hasn't given up on me, and still occasionally checks my blog. =) I'm already learning TONS this semester...and I think all of my roommates are the coolest thing since sliced bread. Hooray for life!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-75591065788441798992009-08-19T18:52:00.000-07:002009-08-19T18:58:03.113-07:00Money RantI am P-O-O-R. POOR. Granted, I feel very happy to have paid my student loan off from last year, but guess what? Now I'm broke from paying off my loan, so I get to take out ANOTHER one! YAY! Debt free, but not for long =) Seriously...can't we go back to the old trade idea? I'll sing a pretty song for you...you give me a car? OK--that's not fair. I'll sing you a song every day for a YEAR if you'll give me a car.<br /><br />Maybe I should go into a more marketable trade...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-19759150592383540012009-07-25T08:43:00.000-07:002009-07-25T09:23:07.614-07:00SURPRISE!Ok, so here's the surprise. Maybe it's not that cool, but I'm not very good at coming up with surprises. I'm going to post a memory of each person that commented on my last post. Hooray!<br />Here we go:<br />Missy--this is kind of random, but for some reason I keep thinking about a time when we stood next to each other in line on school picture day and just talked about whatever. I remember being surprised at how fast you were getting through highschool...and it seems like Michael had already given you a ring! Maybe I'm wrong on that point....but I remember thinking that you were a cool girl. You still are! It was really fun to see you and the baby on the 4th! You should come up here more often!!!<br /><br />Aunt Leslie--I have lots of good memories with you, my lovely aunt! My current favorite is when we had Kareoke night at your house a few years ago. I thought you and my mom were absolutely CRAZY! I was to embarassed to get up and sing myself, but I sure enjoyed watching the two of you and <em>your </em>daughters dancing around. =) Good times...<br /><br /><br />Jesse Bramall-- My favorite memory with you will forever be the night you taught me the polka. Seriously, it was probably the most magical night of my life. I didn't mind that my feet got wet from the freshly watered grass, or that I got so dizzy I thought that I'd fall over--I was just happy to be practically <em>flying</em> through McKenzie's yard with <em>Jesse Bramall</em> ;) Thanks for that =)<br /><br />Alejandro-- Haha...I'm going to choose the night that we watched Fiddler on the Roof, and you taught me how to pop popcorn in a pot. I thought it was the most amazing thing! And the popcorn was SO dang good!!! That was a good night. And I owe you a couple of pineapples if you come visit me next week!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-14729871567519071692009-07-15T00:58:00.001-07:002009-07-15T01:03:48.140-07:00Life is like shoe polish...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNlr54m4MYp3NDsI6yNgwnbKKPaYwR5WKR2SXuVJAfiFmaLAya7lRqTIzPWVWm2Lo3245YA0NpBifBcL_MDjUZAUQMoi7BRXORVWlo9QWBBf6EMRWsDBbwn7w8mdG33JAYiEHOWTxd_oq/s1600-h/shoe_shine_Page_0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358594233220562706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNlr54m4MYp3NDsI6yNgwnbKKPaYwR5WKR2SXuVJAfiFmaLAya7lRqTIzPWVWm2Lo3245YA0NpBifBcL_MDjUZAUQMoi7BRXORVWlo9QWBBf6EMRWsDBbwn7w8mdG33JAYiEHOWTxd_oq/s400/shoe_shine_Page_0.jpg" border="0" /></a> OK, here's the game. You tell me why life is like shoe polish. All of those that come up with a decent answer get a surprise from me. Ready, set, go!<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-61986960234762933592009-07-14T23:00:00.000-07:002009-07-14T23:32:35.595-07:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d54417a4f5441354d7a413d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Cottle Family Reunion" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d54417a4f5441354d7a413d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td>The Cottle family reunion is pretty much the coolest thing that happens all year. I love my family!!! Good times =)<br /></td></tr></tbody><br /></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-20745204614454776172009-07-14T22:58:00.000-07:002009-07-15T12:21:40.669-07:00For the RecordNo, Charles and I are no longer a thing. After waiting two years, we broke up after a week and a day of his arrival home. And I'm surprisingly OK with that =)<br />P.S. May I point out that the title of my blog, yet again, TOTALLY fits my life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-51520519619365312082009-07-08T08:31:00.000-07:002009-07-14T22:53:36.144-07:00Rockin' Rexburg!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC7sddc_HfAyba7e_GcywUoTHCx1ySxO4552KB2D-Sd0aGBD3jHoxOs8moHevRcFUqIu6lN87edbzH5yWJkdVfCd_ASHpNextcZXiLeRWXDlRW3iuEOTrxb7gp6YeAHVOishxCT-GBrhDG/s1600-h/fingerpaint6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358560557767504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC7sddc_HfAyba7e_GcywUoTHCx1ySxO4552KB2D-Sd0aGBD3jHoxOs8moHevRcFUqIu6lN87edbzH5yWJkdVfCd_ASHpNextcZXiLeRWXDlRW3iuEOTrxb7gp6YeAHVOishxCT-GBrhDG/s320/fingerpaint6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ngte_qZNdfcKW1lDF0xNSGwcqUWfEdVZv6YcyIrxGEBUxhg3IooltjYp6lXUmoARBFPGHqce3LTQZMqvWPgfBdMJ_fXE9DWqPmzOuXmhZzE8tD4tyzBg30MvRjG7W4c-Z8qkUsiwVvNB/s1600-h/fingerpaint5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358560551255687730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ngte_qZNdfcKW1lDF0xNSGwcqUWfEdVZv6YcyIrxGEBUxhg3IooltjYp6lXUmoARBFPGHqce3LTQZMqvWPgfBdMJ_fXE9DWqPmzOuXmhZzE8tD4tyzBg30MvRjG7W4c-Z8qkUsiwVvNB/s320/fingerpaint5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFGB2F2sJP1EzvUQ9HonOOd_sGcE3aTiz8OyBn1UphOCNioc3ltgf3V9ZRiD9polIlOLlqEUfY6FzW47LcXo-iLlv55cTftlcrWWyoMSdaJQmkxnAC4wAKQVPJYJKERsz-8uYg-4fHRj8/s1600-h/fingerpaint7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358560159359973250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFGB2F2sJP1EzvUQ9HonOOd_sGcE3aTiz8OyBn1UphOCNioc3ltgf3V9ZRiD9polIlOLlqEUfY6FzW47LcXo-iLlv55cTftlcrWWyoMSdaJQmkxnAC4wAKQVPJYJKERsz-8uYg-4fHRj8/s320/fingerpaint7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP-Dc6rHGE6Lk-454lokycwhIrHFijWgiB6u05m2UkmKTuxgGWURmt8syjH8kLabG31DK9vJzGCXl4fwjZKPRBxeHjUv3daVrrb1TbtiOT1bO-VOeJr9BNXrecspv2sJnluAjZCPbUYgh/s1600-h/fingerpaint+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358560154042026786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP-Dc6rHGE6Lk-454lokycwhIrHFijWgiB6u05m2UkmKTuxgGWURmt8syjH8kLabG31DK9vJzGCXl4fwjZKPRBxeHjUv3daVrrb1TbtiOT1bO-VOeJr9BNXrecspv2sJnluAjZCPbUYgh/s320/fingerpaint+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGD2kAYvlLMMZj6DLryBdY_y71IucnV18NgYlbyjXIeoYMP4zuUCS1fa_oZURQa2KkFrtk0pZ6E4p6eigTgoBMJ2HI5hWzbmv2AAAG42y0_6P753UBOtsoj6XGNn03kJ5VWzLIwkgk_aK9/s1600-h/finger+paint3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358560150541620738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGD2kAYvlLMMZj6DLryBdY_y71IucnV18NgYlbyjXIeoYMP4zuUCS1fa_oZURQa2KkFrtk0pZ6E4p6eigTgoBMJ2HI5hWzbmv2AAAG42y0_6P753UBOtsoj6XGNn03kJ5VWzLIwkgk_aK9/s320/finger+paint3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzqmbK0KXl5T9EoIZYo2mCF7kRYLZTLwq7FkztIEacGgBjRZG2aOm3yikggxi4wpZLsaNHnKWqB5jtBWw183vYld-ihKmBRgXfHmE8IyKS09YGrIChAuAKeLzT9PwtkYiV9z7WlagsnuV/s1600-h/finger+paint1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358560142093697746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzqmbK0KXl5T9EoIZYo2mCF7kRYLZTLwq7FkztIEacGgBjRZG2aOm3yikggxi4wpZLsaNHnKWqB5jtBWw183vYld-ihKmBRgXfHmE8IyKS09YGrIChAuAKeLzT9PwtkYiV9z7WlagsnuV/s320/finger+paint1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So, Charles and I went up to Rexburg a couple of weeks ago to look for jobs and housing, and to give Charles a feel for campus. We had SUCH an awesome time!!! The best part of the trip was Monday night. We met up with Juliann Hollowell and Alex Ashby to bowl and afterwards decided to finger paint--which as you can see turned into a paint war. It was pretty much amazing. I love Rexburg.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-92208739927353240372009-06-11T10:33:00.000-07:002009-06-11T11:19:06.415-07:00The Count Down<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXGX7JLzXlU62Vwm2qX4cvucj31lUuFL4iV2nUa5nLWpRjo0ep_PoEoxzrlkz7HZITSypevIE8JTDOvncbTEsR0waS1dfe1fHxhXQrj67MT9bTVElfvGRVMMhQTk-baDq34xgb6wjmji9/s1600-h/elder.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXGX7JLzXlU62Vwm2qX4cvucj31lUuFL4iV2nUa5nLWpRjo0ep_PoEoxzrlkz7HZITSypevIE8JTDOvncbTEsR0waS1dfe1fHxhXQrj67MT9bTVElfvGRVMMhQTk-baDq34xgb6wjmji9/s320/elder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346136238793045490" /></a><br />After over two years (aka 24 months,106 weeks, 741 days, 17,784 hours, 1,067,040 minutes, or a whole heck of a lot of seconds)The biggest wait of my life is almost over!!!! Charles comes home in less than a week, and then I'll stop making everyone else miserable with my obsessive count down. I'm not going to lie--I'm a bit nervous. I'm afraid that when Charles finally steps off the airplane on Wednesday, I'll have a heart attack or something. I've never come face to face with such a highly anticipated event before....so I don't know how my body will react. I DO know that my sleep has been affected. I think I lose an extra hour of sleep every night as it gets closer to his homecoming date. I probably won't get ANY sleep the night of the 16th, and when Charles sees me he'll probably want to run back to Canada--away from the Zombie woman. <br />Oh goodness, I'm so excited.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-19494211396814742182009-06-02T10:30:00.000-07:002009-06-02T10:37:45.363-07:00Cool Vocal Union Pic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mfb25_vx3-tw6fcQ_1jyxNl6w6bQS4qsAZm-sdbEWLr8_U0mirW_DSbpASUSwsKBh22a2JiamkKhow2-187UUA0QwzGYUyfCJphFPj_rtaE5tx76V4yUmbFs5OAkKPTW08AdTH49D8sx/s1600-h/vu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mfb25_vx3-tw6fcQ_1jyxNl6w6bQS4qsAZm-sdbEWLr8_U0mirW_DSbpASUSwsKBh22a2JiamkKhow2-187UUA0QwzGYUyfCJphFPj_rtaE5tx76V4yUmbFs5OAkKPTW08AdTH49D8sx/s320/vu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342785709398899250" /></a><br />I found this photo on Em's blog and thought it was awesome. So I'm sharing it! This is Vocal Union from Fall Semester =)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-29872594348097139052009-05-22T10:09:00.001-07:002009-05-22T10:37:42.923-07:00Fainting--not all it's cracked up to be.So, yesterday morning I got out of bed a little too quickly, and after taking a few steps I blacked out and bang, bang, bang--random parts of my body were crashing into different things and I was on the ground. I need to put a decent picture of the dent in my windowsill--pretty intense. My head still hurts. <br />I've decided that fainting is only a romantic thing to do if you have a boy there to catch you--not a windowsill. The good news is that it gave me a very good excuse to stay in bed and read all day. Always a good thing =) But even though I was given time to finish two books, I think next time I'll wait to pass out til a strong, handsome prince has got my back!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-6680478915619170882009-05-01T10:02:00.000-07:002009-05-01T10:14:53.306-07:00More great pics from tour!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0uQ7PD2hpG1JgMTMGWZvye1iu5SNbWGEsbvYBn1tMsl_mjIZAhDOaa_E8UoYOKz8Xw1zXiojMxz3BfxW2o1xcaw8Y6GZ6ylvgrCtWi3C3cyDjD0_h0py5Vw-_cBNZpICUCHzvkSx5Uzp/s1600-h/Kimber's+life+408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0uQ7PD2hpG1JgMTMGWZvye1iu5SNbWGEsbvYBn1tMsl_mjIZAhDOaa_E8UoYOKz8Xw1zXiojMxz3BfxW2o1xcaw8Y6GZ6ylvgrCtWi3C3cyDjD0_h0py5Vw-_cBNZpICUCHzvkSx5Uzp/s320/Kimber's+life+408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330904724348481026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpiEBHMoU-lRzWnE0gK-PRc1_cvMj_f2xATVTN5qccbcLRntihjjdmvpHTDSmlgpVcPDOxVFOhZzT7PLgRrUP6HXZ8uC41ml_fata-V72cTcCTwBG0uoO2fsV27mqAbCp-W2DHpVaLMR6/s1600-h/Kimber's+life+401.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmoEUCFmx56Jp83wymnM273mN3WN4mECtIm9Hhi4abaeEiCrT2lN1pYlvXZIxGEaqGIcfU_YygbwmZ7GDrYnn-c-W4TrCobehTCOeXsmRxPe4G5uKh49leRDss98vb7ORdnJVt7yKHhyphenhyphenHH/s320/vu+jackets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330888549102831154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAvbQumRn3WIfIY6M40tgS_5__D1VVqFFJwLnFc_fZOTv3zVtSWgeJTbdZ-oph9ELTIhCugTVswQHMC6Pvg244PMULjC6YxWKyeh4WAkksAN-UryKzRhSLzAWioFPUqCyPm97lE7Iv90B/s1600-h/vu+roller+coaster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAvbQumRn3WIfIY6M40tgS_5__D1VVqFFJwLnFc_fZOTv3zVtSWgeJTbdZ-oph9ELTIhCugTVswQHMC6Pvg244PMULjC6YxWKyeh4WAkksAN-UryKzRhSLzAWioFPUqCyPm97lE7Iv90B/s320/vu+roller+coaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330888550824869266" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_s2LJz9QmrcxMpR8rIqAHPLt8q6U-CTIVD5aoba9eYTwKQuBYnGbTGVTjuqEe-EDmFIEpxM2U37k_JSosMiUmHiQishcgkok5mgB-AN_cRkGj1j0fZg7ztk9zNI7aFtK_85WV7LXxZf5/s1600-h/vu+and+goofy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_s2LJz9QmrcxMpR8rIqAHPLt8q6U-CTIVD5aoba9eYTwKQuBYnGbTGVTjuqEe-EDmFIEpxM2U37k_JSosMiUmHiQishcgkok5mgB-AN_cRkGj1j0fZg7ztk9zNI7aFtK_85WV7LXxZf5/s320/vu+and+goofy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330888546424721650" /></a><br />Well my friends, I am finally back in good old Hurricane! Tour was incredible. It was so fun to have experiences and perform for all kinds of people. Highlights were definitely Disneyland, seeing a Giraffe give birth at the San Diego Zoo, and performing for friends and family in Nevada and Utah. So cool. I'm really going to miss Vocal Union, but I'm relieved to be back home. With my very own room. And Rock Band. (JK, my new thing is Wii fit--I haven't played rock band once since I've been home. Maybe I'll go do that now....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-52886838388650992232009-03-20T19:35:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:34:39.695-07:00Happy Birthday Jenna!!!!Jenna love, I hope you have the best birthday ever! Just don't abuse your new driving <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">privileges</span> by running over any cats =)<br /><br /><br />To: Jenna<br />From: Lee-loo<br /><br /><object width="420" height="312" ><param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1612333&showShareButton=true&showShareInitially=true&showOnlyShare=false&partnerId=1" /></param><embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1612333&showShareButton=true&showShareInitially=true&showOnlyShare=false&partnerId=1" width="420" height="312"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-78348150858031248092009-03-09T15:26:00.000-07:002009-03-09T15:27:13.185-07:00Vocal Union Tour DatesTour Schedule & Concert Info (subject to change)<br />Monday, April 13 - Logandale, NV<br /> Moapa Valley High School<br /> 2400 St. Joseph<br /> Overton, NV 89040<br /> 7:00 PM • Admission will be charged (approx. $6-$10)<br /> <br />Tuesday, April 14 - Escondido, CA<br /> Maxine Theater<br /> 31322 Cole Grade Rd<br /> Valley Center, CA 92082<br /> 7:00 PM • Admission will be charged (approx. $5)<br /> <br />Wednesday, April 15 - Escondido, CA<br /> Maxine Theater<br /> 31322 Cole Grade Rd<br /> Valley Center, CA 92082<br /> 7:00 PM • Admission will be charged (approx. $5)<br /> <br />Friday, April 17 - Santee, CA<br /> Please check back for venue information<br /> <br />Saturday, April 18 - San Diego, CA; Dance<br /> San Diego North LDS Stake Center<br /> 4741 Mt. Abernathy<br /> San Diego, CA 92117<br /> 7:00 PM • Dinner<br /> 8:00 PM • Dance will begin<br /> Admission will be charged (approx. $5) <br /> <br />Sunday, April 19 - San Diego, CA; Fireside<br /> San Diego North LDS Stake Center<br /> 4741 Mt. Abernathy<br /> San Diego, CA 92117<br /> 7:00 PM<br /> <br />Tuesday, April 21 - Whittier, CA<br /> In celebration of the Whittier Stake 50th Anniversary<br /> Please check back for venue information<br /> <br />Wednesday, April 22 - La Crescenta, CA<br /> Please check back for venue information <br /> <br />Thursday, April 23 - Riverside, CA<br /> Please check back for venue information<br /> <br />Friday, April 24 - Las Vegas, NV<br /> Please check back for venue information<br /> <br />Saturday, April 25 - Manti, Utah<br /> Manti High School<br /> 516 N 100 W<br /> Manti, UT 84642<br /> 7:00 PM • Admission free of chargeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635056632925097812.post-43489192522368598552009-02-24T18:01:00.000-08:002009-02-24T18:16:42.024-08:00Music and stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6rTqriAzFF-Pzk86PogGBg-OGmdwCElHde_kmm1cf4OcyFuZhuL_Pb5dHrf1TNAx_-jQvJdjY1QXnZHn-8dzDYQxcT3N_WIh8brtyWLpyxF-SWDSFukjrsgwYcIDGSojXpJAtsL4MLsS/s1600-h/vu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306549976153814034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6rTqriAzFF-Pzk86PogGBg-OGmdwCElHde_kmm1cf4OcyFuZhuL_Pb5dHrf1TNAx_-jQvJdjY1QXnZHn-8dzDYQxcT3N_WIh8brtyWLpyxF-SWDSFukjrsgwYcIDGSojXpJAtsL4MLsS/s320/vu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, Vocal Union is going on tour after school gets out in April. We're touring parts of Nevada, Utah, and California, and I think it would be RAD (to use a Shella word) if any of you could make it to a concert. We've got some really sweet songs we're singing this semester....and I have some fun solos =) I posted some samples of what we're going to be singing on the side of my page. Feel free to listen and get excited! I'll let you know dates and locations when I get more details...but seriously, you should come. Yes, YOU. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4