<?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-1832664598502048910</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:37:33.926-08:00</updated><category term='First time blogger'/><title type='text'>writing my story {one day at a time}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-5529520169439920369</id><published>2011-12-07T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:29:58.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VWB Giveaway. You know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In case you were wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gkj3JLx2i4/Tt6pXLtmDRI/AAAAAAAADac/Y7iDP3gMZ_c/s1600/1500button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True story. This girl is so cute, has a fun personality, and has an adorable shop. I own a few of her handmade items, and have more coming! Please don't enter, because I really want to win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-5529520169439920369?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5529520169439920369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/12/vwb-giveaway-you-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5529520169439920369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5529520169439920369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/12/vwb-giveaway-you-know.html' title='VWB Giveaway. You know.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gkj3JLx2i4/Tt6pXLtmDRI/AAAAAAAADac/Y7iDP3gMZ_c/s72-c/1500button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8860407201954915619</id><published>2011-09-27T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:41:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart longs for Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have this new obsession called Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had been once in my entire  life, and after next weekend, I will have been up three times in the  past six months. I can't get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went up with my family for &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference?lang=eng"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNnioqZQ5Ds/ToKVThnFkTI/AAAAAAAABVs/hWoMkxaqVmY/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNnioqZQ5Ds/ToKVThnFkTI/AAAAAAAABVs/hWoMkxaqVmY/s400/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657248244603130162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGFkKdXGDAA/ToKVUCSRCoI/AAAAAAAABV0/qPLhEb_OkPk/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGFkKdXGDAA/ToKVUCSRCoI/AAAAAAAABV0/qPLhEb_OkPk/s400/106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657248253374171778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIQ-SNiH6nY/ToKVTZxLCdI/AAAAAAAABVk/hnld2tDxGdA/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIQ-SNiH6nY/ToKVTZxLCdI/AAAAAAAABVk/hnld2tDxGdA/s400/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657248242497948114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOHdWk8JPbg/ToKVTCvermI/AAAAAAAABVc/IrYwicbkgmc/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOHdWk8JPbg/ToKVTCvermI/AAAAAAAABVc/IrYwicbkgmc/s400/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657248236316831330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJzgX7WDzzI/ToKVSxH-D8I/AAAAAAAABVU/1XLLImzOV0A/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJzgX7WDzzI/ToKVSxH-D8I/AAAAAAAABVU/1XLLImzOV0A/s400/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657248231587712962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Celeste and I took a trip in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8gLqyIDIMs/ToKWgkCReUI/AAAAAAAABWc/iEjvh_n_HMo/s1600/1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8gLqyIDIMs/ToKWgkCReUI/AAAAAAAABWc/iEjvh_n_HMo/s400/1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657249568103954754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XSl54Ff7bo/ToKWgBTX3YI/AAAAAAAABWM/qd-DNOEOm0c/s1600/1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XSl54Ff7bo/ToKWgBTX3YI/AAAAAAAABWM/qd-DNOEOm0c/s400/1439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657249558780435842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3MvL2phA8Y/ToKWfywhB4I/AAAAAAAABWE/qrWZH3UhWjA/s1600/1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3MvL2phA8Y/ToKWfywhB4I/AAAAAAAABWE/qrWZH3UhWjA/s400/1238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657249554876139394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0a_xFSSg1ww/ToKWfw_PgMI/AAAAAAAABV8/5XbmbGNEtHc/s1600/1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0a_xFSSg1ww/ToKWfw_PgMI/AAAAAAAABV8/5XbmbGNEtHc/s400/1027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657249554401034434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Thursday, Celeste and I are escaping up to our beloved Utah yet again. Meeting up with friends, hanging out at temple square, conference, ladies night at Deseret Book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Utah&lt;/span&gt; where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; people (in the LDS world at least) go. Yeah. Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I must get back to the mountain of homework I have to get done before escaping to my other mountains....hasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8860407201954915619?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8860407201954915619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart-longs-for-utah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8860407201954915619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8860407201954915619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart-longs-for-utah.html' title='My heart longs for Utah'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNnioqZQ5Ds/ToKVThnFkTI/AAAAAAAABVs/hWoMkxaqVmY/s72-c/091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7447762288994186960</id><published>2011-09-25T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:29:31.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just talk about this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plmmG5S2BZM/ToAYelPtZ0I/AAAAAAAABVM/buqCiLRA5Fc/s1600/1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 239px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656548045650487106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plmmG5S2BZM/ToAYelPtZ0I/AAAAAAAABVM/buqCiLRA5Fc/s400/1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 239px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656547689352437522" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGQKX0XBRSY/ToAYJ17onxI/AAAAAAAABVE/A1PScf5T5pY/s400/1542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Ben.&lt;br /&gt;Served his mission in AZ. Adored by my family. Love him.&lt;br /&gt;Ben's birthday was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Ben's &lt;em&gt;golden&lt;/em&gt; birthday was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote him a poem.&lt;br /&gt;Observe.&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since I first met you.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson on charity; Paxman was there too.&lt;br /&gt;Five years have gone by, and as you could guessed&lt;br /&gt;Many memories have been made in the time that has passed.&lt;br /&gt;So since it's your birthday and we're far apart,&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is simple, but comes straight from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;A list of the fun times you and I have shared,&lt;br /&gt;A fun way to measure how our friendship has fared.&lt;br /&gt;Slurping milk off the fireplace, receiving mailed birthday cards,&lt;br /&gt;Apple Store stop-ins and eating chicken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Marching band videos and play dough ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;You and I make quite the hand and foot team.&lt;br /&gt;Escaping to Gateway on a cold April night,&lt;br /&gt;Looking through telescopes at some stellar sights.&lt;br /&gt;Hiking Camelback Mountain and getting lost in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Crown Burger, Burger Bar, frisbee in the park.&lt;br /&gt;Cookies on a cutting board and drycleaing suits,&lt;br /&gt;Awkward activites with YSA groups.&lt;br /&gt;April Fools jokes and wedding lines,&lt;br /&gt;'I love the Lewis'' hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;Airplane museums and matchmaking skills,&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions in tupperware that had yet to be killed.&lt;br /&gt;Long conversations and This Is the Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas light necklaces and skating on ice.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?! Lots of good times!&lt;br /&gt;And most of them didn't even cost us a dime.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I think our friendship is priceless,&lt;br /&gt;And you, Ben, are for sure the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the world and then so much more.&lt;br /&gt;It's people like you, Ben, that I truly adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7447762288994186960?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7447762288994186960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/ben.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7447762288994186960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7447762288994186960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plmmG5S2BZM/ToAYelPtZ0I/AAAAAAAABVM/buqCiLRA5Fc/s72-c/1541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-261756400900916351</id><published>2011-09-22T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:37:23.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly, but surely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKMQtcXGo6o/Tnv-22o4HwI/AAAAAAAABU0/UhlRi_9uxCY/s1600/mruddcountdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655393975427145474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKMQtcXGo6o/Tnv-22o4HwI/AAAAAAAABU0/UhlRi_9uxCY/s400/mruddcountdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guys....This pleases me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-261756400900916351?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/261756400900916351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/slowly-but-surely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/261756400900916351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/261756400900916351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/slowly-but-surely.html' title='Slowly, but surely...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKMQtcXGo6o/Tnv-22o4HwI/AAAAAAAABU0/UhlRi_9uxCY/s72-c/mruddcountdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-5301530870410893346</id><published>2011-09-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:57:05.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the best friend ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just talk about this chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653724021326740242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQCaDJljNHw/TnYQCu1F-xI/AAAAAAAABUs/dY9ScZibsmk/s400/kymber.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's Celeste, my best friend. We are attached at the hip, not even joking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Celeste and I went to the same high school, had multiple classes together, and even sat right next to each other in those classes. One semester, in our CP Writing class, she edited and proofed all my papers...But we were never friends outside of class. It's crazy to think that just a few years later, we would be as close as we are now. Celeste and I became friends during our first semester at ASU. That was a dark semester for me, and probably one of the hardest changes I've experienced. Starting at ASU, knowing noone made me feel so alone and so lost. I went from a close knit group of friends to hang out and eat lunch with in high school to zero friends, zero acquaintances, and zero lunch buddies at ASU. It was awful. I cried a lot during that first month of college. But I also prayed a lot. One of the things I prayed most for was a friend. I cannot tell you how alone I felt, and all I wanted was someone to talk to and hang out with, you know, all that friend junk. I prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed for a friend. Not long into the semester, I was walking around at Institute trying to find a place to sit when I ran into Celeste and her friend, Bonnie. I remember getting this huge smile on my face and feeling so relieved. So I sat and ate lunch with them that day and soon we were good friends. Celeste and I quickly became real close, and I am so glad. We are now roommates, and are quite literally together 24/7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now to prove the title of this post, let me tell you three things about Celeste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She makes my bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not every day, but probably a couple times a week. It means the world to me. I can't even tell you. I am so not a believer of making beds, but it does feel nice to walk in my room and see that my bed is made. Yeah, she rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She puts up with my crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She deals with the boys, the mood swings, the stressed out version of me. She asks me lots of questions to get me thinking, to help me sort out my feelings, to help me figure out what I'm feeling...She's good at decreasing my stress level and making me realize that it's not the end of the world and that everything is going to be ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She waits up for me at nighttime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She listens to my stories about dates and my day and junk. This might sound normal, but guys...Unless you've talked to me, you don't know how long my stories are. Like really, the stories I tell could probably be told by a normal person in like two minutes, but I take thirty. Not even joking. And she listens to it all. She's fantastic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are just a few of the reasons why Celeste is the best friend ever. Lucky me, huh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-5301530870410893346?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5301530870410893346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-best-friend-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5301530870410893346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5301530870410893346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-best-friend-ever.html' title='I have the best friend ever.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQCaDJljNHw/TnYQCu1F-xI/AAAAAAAABUs/dY9ScZibsmk/s72-c/kymber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-10440113273702877</id><published>2011-09-15T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:04:10.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nonhairproductuser's new favorite hair product</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suave Dry Shampoo.&lt;br&gt;Basically, this stuff is bomb. Let's talk about it.&lt;br&gt;You spray it on your roots, do a little one-two poof, and wahlah. Your hair is oily no more.&lt;br&gt;It's fantastic.&lt;br&gt;Seriously, for someone like me who has to wash her hair &lt;i&gt;every single day &lt;/i&gt;...this stuff is the greatest thing known to man. Well I guess in this case, woman.&lt;br&gt;Anyway. Go pick yourself up some. $2.74 is a small price to pay for all sorts of amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KIBIvkstd-I/TnIwCCGHRII/AAAAAAAABUk/yOzWDce8W0U/1316105590076.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-10440113273702877?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/10440113273702877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/nonhairproductuser-new-favorite-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/10440113273702877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/10440113273702877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/09/nonhairproductuser-new-favorite-hair.html' title='A nonhairproductuser&amp;#39;s new favorite hair product'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KIBIvkstd-I/TnIwCCGHRII/AAAAAAAABUk/yOzWDce8W0U/s72-c/1316105590076.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4159540196277876866</id><published>2011-06-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:09:13.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone deserves a day to be lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I woke up at 6:40.&lt;br /&gt;What should have happened: get up, shower, clean bathroom, clean room, finish reading my book, buy myself a cupcake, swim and sunbath, eat dinner, institute, play with friends.&lt;br /&gt;What really happened: caught up on Pretty Little Liars, watched an entire mini series of some other show on Hulu, entered online giveaways, checked out some Etsy shops, played on facebook, watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video on YouTube, continued exploring YouTube, thought about getting up and doing something, didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 1:11 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I have been awake for...7 1/2 hours folks.&lt;br /&gt;Have I moved from my bed?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did get up to use the restroom twice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;day to get stuff done, and what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Lay in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that's allowed every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4159540196277876866?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4159540196277876866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyone-deserves-day-to-be-lazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4159540196277876866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4159540196277876866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyone-deserves-day-to-be-lazy.html' title='Everyone deserves a day to be lazy.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7069629681532081490</id><published>2011-05-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:52:57.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We may be crazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking through my pictures this afternoon and found these lovlies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acFoyq00ntE/TdwLPdYL7TI/AAAAAAAABT8/NojqTHeb2o0/s1600/DSC04449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acFoyq00ntE/TdwLPdYL7TI/AAAAAAAABT8/NojqTHeb2o0/s400/DSC04449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610371596008811826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaF-DyZfyBk/TdwKVonRC_I/AAAAAAAABT0/Xv543IQDLX8/s1600/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaF-DyZfyBk/TdwKVonRC_I/AAAAAAAABT0/Xv543IQDLX8/s400/DSC03438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610370602592439282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-baMa9UhxjFI/TdwKVUZtmuI/AAAAAAAABTs/Cf2SHeKXvIk/s1600/DSC03424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-baMa9UhxjFI/TdwKVUZtmuI/AAAAAAAABTs/Cf2SHeKXvIk/s400/DSC03424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610370597166881506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMGIm-e5CWg/TdwKU495QBI/AAAAAAAABTk/uz5byf0jL1c/s1600/DSC04411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMGIm-e5CWg/TdwKU495QBI/AAAAAAAABTk/uz5byf0jL1c/s400/DSC04411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610370589802446866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JolvxS_wtvU/TdwKUWhZjpI/AAAAAAAABTc/pILe9s1Bw7w/s1600/591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JolvxS_wtvU/TdwKUWhZjpI/AAAAAAAABTc/pILe9s1Bw7w/s400/591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610370580556123794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-Va5CVsxrA/TdwKUPMohmI/AAAAAAAABTU/WJIdqwDauwU/s1600/591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-Va5CVsxrA/TdwKUPMohmI/AAAAAAAABTU/WJIdqwDauwU/s400/591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610370578589976162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tniwJBOV2k/TdwJd2ByPzI/AAAAAAAABTM/xMsEd5vcMS8/s1600/581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tniwJBOV2k/TdwJd2ByPzI/AAAAAAAABTM/xMsEd5vcMS8/s400/581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369644120653618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsUs7gCnYo/TdwJdazbq7I/AAAAAAAABTE/eTgeA-aco4k/s1600/576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsUs7gCnYo/TdwJdazbq7I/AAAAAAAABTE/eTgeA-aco4k/s400/576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369636812696498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWMIHcXg-vI/TdwJc3jt4aI/AAAAAAAABS8/H9nu4rD13WM/s1600/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWMIHcXg-vI/TdwJc3jt4aI/AAAAAAAABS8/H9nu4rD13WM/s400/160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369627351540130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BFcjGOfk0w/TdwJcbIHtwI/AAAAAAAABS0/i4EHnkdIJX0/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BFcjGOfk0w/TdwJcbIHtwI/AAAAAAAABS0/i4EHnkdIJX0/s400/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369619719599874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vy-Iwz_rMK4/TdwJb6Hpi8I/AAAAAAAABSs/KcxkzFiuAH8/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vy-Iwz_rMK4/TdwJb6Hpi8I/AAAAAAAABSs/KcxkzFiuAH8/s400/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369610859252674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concluded, after looking at these pictures, that we (as in my family) are a bit wack-o.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I'm okay with that...cause I'm stuck with these guys for forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUdcALQeQG8/TdwLPlPOCsI/AAAAAAAABUE/AorlHogt1eU/s1600/Lewis-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUdcALQeQG8/TdwLPlPOCsI/AAAAAAAABUE/AorlHogt1eU/s400/Lewis-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610371598118685378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7069629681532081490?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7069629681532081490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-may-be-crazy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7069629681532081490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7069629681532081490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-may-be-crazy.html' title='We may be crazy...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acFoyq00ntE/TdwLPdYL7TI/AAAAAAAABT8/NojqTHeb2o0/s72-c/DSC04449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3411665030724266842</id><published>2011-03-24T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:57:16.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was just asked by my dear friend, Celeste, why I haven't updated my blog in so long.&lt;br /&gt;This was my answer to her, and this is my answer to all of you precious ones that read this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm stressed out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has momentarily taken over my life.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&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/1832664598502048910-3411665030724266842?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3411665030724266842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/03/question-answered_24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3411665030724266842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3411665030724266842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/03/question-answered_24.html' title='Question Answered'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2197582700933105270</id><published>2011-01-30T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:49:10.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. C turns 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M Rudd's nephew, Cayden, turned 3 today!  That means I have been hangin around los Rudds for 3 whole years now.  Holy.  Smokes.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cayden, I have known you for basically all of your life.  This is  crazy to me.  Thank you for being so good when I've babysat and for  always making me laugh.  Sometimes, I know I shouldn't laugh but you are  so dang cute (not to mention smart) and I can't help it.  Love you C!!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kymber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures from the night...The quality is horrible, I know.  And yet, they are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLQJWFOZI/AAAAAAAABP4/knsmyK86HkM/s1600/DSC04479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLQJWFOZI/AAAAAAAABP4/knsmyK86HkM/s400/DSC04479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220730048723346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLP59wsqI/AAAAAAAABPw/QO7oPyHT8ZQ/s1600/DSC04478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLP59wsqI/AAAAAAAABPw/QO7oPyHT8ZQ/s400/DSC04478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220725920182946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLPfSsfQI/AAAAAAAABPo/HBDBwg7gCEM/s1600/DSC04477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLPfSsfQI/AAAAAAAABPo/HBDBwg7gCEM/s400/DSC04477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220718760230146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLPFjgMRI/AAAAAAAABPg/9mdfw52c9js/s1600/DSC04476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLPFjgMRI/AAAAAAAABPg/9mdfw52c9js/s400/DSC04476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220711851405586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK_10F6fI/AAAAAAAABPY/_csvA9BH7Ko/s1600/DSC04470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK_10F6fI/AAAAAAAABPY/_csvA9BH7Ko/s400/DSC04470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220449927981554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK_rLcziI/AAAAAAAABPQ/6vyvC-85W3I/s1600/DSC04469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK_rLcziI/AAAAAAAABPQ/6vyvC-85W3I/s400/DSC04469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220447073160738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK_Tydt8I/AAAAAAAABPI/hWRMKIzAmxc/s1600/DSC04465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK_Tydt8I/AAAAAAAABPI/hWRMKIzAmxc/s400/DSC04465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220440794347458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK-350ubI/AAAAAAAABPA/IyaE04o5j2c/s1600/DSC04464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK-350ubI/AAAAAAAABPA/IyaE04o5j2c/s400/DSC04464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220433309022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK-doWVuI/AAAAAAAABO4/aR_z0gQfYuc/s1600/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZK-doWVuI/AAAAAAAABO4/aR_z0gQfYuc/s400/DSC04456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220426256406242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blast.  I hate it when pictures upload in the opposite order you intended them to upload them in.  Too bad I'm too tired to go and fix that!  That's right...OCD Kymber is NOT caring.  Boomshakalaka.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think that C and I ROCK at taking pictures together.  Really?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2197582700933105270?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2197582700933105270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-c-turns-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2197582700933105270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2197582700933105270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-c-turns-3.html' title='Mr. C turns 3!'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TUZLQJWFOZI/AAAAAAAABP4/knsmyK86HkM/s72-c/DSC04479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-324357961220236100</id><published>2011-01-27T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:15:56.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why today was a great day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I woke up on time.  Sign numero uno that today was going to be fabulous....And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow took forever and a day to get ready.  Took my sweet little time or somethin.  Now running late.  Celeste is here to pick me up.  Shoot.  I still haven't eaten breakfast, brushed my teeth, ditched my slippers for shoes, gotten my things together, finished my makeup, or made a pb&amp;amp;j for lunch.  Awesome.  Grab things, including breakfast, and run out door.  Spill orange juice all over hand whilst speed walking.  Get in car.  Drive to school.  Talking to Celeste.  Spew spit while talking.  Multiple times.  Get to school.  First class canceled.  Score.  Play Skip-Bo at Institute, just like old times.  Chit chat with Bro. Bawden about the "Guild of Roses" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coughakatheguildofpansiescough &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amongst other things.  Go downstairs (still in Institute) to retrieve scriptures from newly discovered scripture cabinet of convientness.  Serenade Celeste with "I Saw the Sun" while walking through the parking garage to her vehicle.  Focused on dramatically singing.  Turn around, wildly throw arms out, and jump 500 feet in the air due to near collision with concrete pillar and pole.  Walk back upstairs to go to New Testament class.  Re-telling Celeste for the bajillionth time the story of when I fell up those same stairs.  Instead of retelling, almost end up reenacting, barely catching self.  Nice save.  Walk back into Institute.  Bro. Calton, sees us and quickly turns and pretends he's going to take off running in the opposite direction.  Think he's going to run toward us.  Freak out.  Through arms out in preparation to run away.  Punch Celeste.  Run two steps before realizing a) I'm about to run into a wall, and b) I am running from nothing and no one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go to New Testament class.  Trip on my jeans/leg/feet/whoknows on way to seat.  Look over to see Bro. Calton is a witness to my gracefulness.  Fast forward.  Downstairs at Institute eating my pb&amp;amp;j with C and JB.  So hungry, literally drool on my face.  Look over and see kid I had met last week standing across the foyer.  Said kid and I had since had a conversation about our name remembering skills.  Wave obviously.  Kid waves back.  I yell, "Do you remember my name?"  Kid says no.  I point and say, "Mark?"  Kid says, "No.  John."  "Oh.  I don't know you."  Kid and everyone else around laughs.   Facepalm.  Introduce self to John.  John knows Mark and says it's the hair that causes confusion.  Go to classes.  End of school.  Walk to Celeste's car.  Start hearing random slamming.  Can't figure out where said slamming is coming from.  Secretly scared.  Slamming stops.  Then continues.  Freak out and jump 500 feet in the air for the second time today.  Figure out slamming is car doors on first floor, not kidnapper.  Arrive at Celeste's car.  Get inside.  Begin talking to Celeste.  Spit some more.  Verbally admit issues controlling saliva today.  Leave school.  Arrive at Milano's.  Serenade Celeste in piano methods section despite other customers nearby.  Memorize Lean On Me.  Work.  YattaYattaYatta.  Come home.  Find Celeste at house.  Do schoolwork.  Have fun with webcam.  Blog.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*author realizes many of above experiences may fall under youhadtobetherekindofmoment category*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-324357961220236100?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/324357961220236100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-today-was-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/324357961220236100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/324357961220236100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-today-was-great-day.html' title='Why today was a great day.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2362529868618089996</id><published>2011-01-02T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:43:45.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now the dirty work is done.</title><content type='html'>Dear (Elder) Andrew Walker,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TSFfQpTKdwI/AAAAAAAABOw/zSJ9Wq5P2EA/s1600/andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TSFfQpTKdwI/AAAAAAAABOw/zSJ9Wq5P2EA/s400/andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557828154720679682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi.  Your most favorite person ever here.  Remember that one time before you left on your mission when you thought it would be funny to get into my room and plaster pictures of yourself all over my walls?  Remember how I never got you back for that?  Well, Se&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;nor, you come home this week.  And I have waited 2 years for some sweet revenge.  I suppose I should have warned you before you left that I can play your game because chances are you aren't expecting any form of payback.  Hate to break it to you dude, but you are so wrong.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kymber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Welcome home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2362529868618089996?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2362529868618089996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-now-dirty-work-is-done.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2362529868618089996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2362529868618089996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-now-dirty-work-is-done.html' title='And now the dirty work is done.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TSFfQpTKdwI/AAAAAAAABOw/zSJ9Wq5P2EA/s72-c/andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2405071378427274475</id><published>2011-01-01T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:11:55.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverting back to childhood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TR9gIHkqlII/AAAAAAAABOo/cRPG4cw2EC0/s1600/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TR9gIHkqlII/AAAAAAAABOo/cRPG4cw2EC0/s400/Collages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557266157786535042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You probably don't want to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2405071378427274475?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2405071378427274475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/reverting-back-to-childhood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2405071378427274475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2405071378427274475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/reverting-back-to-childhood.html' title='Reverting back to childhood...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TR9gIHkqlII/AAAAAAAABOo/cRPG4cw2EC0/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-5366324301459112320</id><published>2010-12-31T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:29:56.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Totally Cliche 2010 Recap</title><content type='html'>I lived out loud.  I learned what it means to have hope.  I appreciated the Atonement.  I stayed busy.  I realized how much I love my family.  I went to a rodeo.  I managed to get 2 traffic tickets in one week.  I tied together loose ends.  I fell in love with Josh Duhamel.  I hung pictures and things on my walls.  I had a blast in summer school.  I stayed up for 40 hours straight in order to participate in the madness that is Black Friday.  I became fascinated with people and the mind.  I admitted I needed help.  I swore I'd never again buy a Dell.  I was introduced to the goodness that is Sprinkles.  I discovered the much more convenient Sugar Mama's Sweets.  I was crafty.  I kicked booty in my classes and got awesome grades.  I found a fish tank that whose occupants matched those in Finding Nemo.  I joined a gym.  I got a couple credit cards.  I realized my fear of credit cards.  I was surprised at how ridiculously awesome my mom is.  I missed people I once was close to.  I shot a gun.  I started sleeping through alarms.  I bought me an Xterra.  I attended many a haunted house.  I watched everyone and their uncle my age get married or engaged.  I got 2 more semesters of college under my belt.  I went through 3 phones.  I almost overcame my chocolate milk addiction.  I was responsible for someone elses' children for an entire week.  I bought a new swimsuit.  I loved my job.  I ran down the up escalator.  I memorized the entire Taylor Swift Speak Now album in about 2 days.  I sang my heart out.  I drove to California at 3:30am with 2 of my best friends, played in Six Flags all day, drove home, and was back by 3:30am the next morning.  I focused on me.  I experienced missionary work.  I missed snow in Arizona.  I played in quicksand.  I bought (and fell in love with) an iPod touch.  I cut off 6 inches of my hair.  I began to develop patience.  I realized I still had a long ways to go when it comes to having patience.  I started a fabric flower business.  I broke hearts.  I had mine healed.  I bought cute shoes.  I .  I received some extent of closure.  I loved learning.  I grew a whole lot.  I was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-5366324301459112320?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5366324301459112320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-totally-cliche-2010-recap.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5366324301459112320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5366324301459112320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-totally-cliche-2010-recap.html' title='My Totally Cliche 2010 Recap'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6165591710527000508</id><published>2010-12-30T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:28:12.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>French Toast Lovin</title><content type='html'>Meet Erik, the 12 year old brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRzcq5vBW2I/AAAAAAAABOE/0UjhBAMWIBo/s1600/DSC04364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRzcq5vBW2I/AAAAAAAABOE/0UjhBAMWIBo/s400/DSC04364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556558669879008098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, I half jokingly told Erik that he could make me some French toast for breakfast and I'd be perfectly okay with it.  I was shocked when homeboy enthusiastically said, "Okay!" and whipped out the bread, eggs, and pan.  That right there, my friends, is true siblingly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRzcrD8Iy6I/AAAAAAAABOM/arxzknkCKnM/s1600/DSC04365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRzcrD8Iy6I/AAAAAAAABOM/arxzknkCKnM/s400/DSC04365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556558672618376098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say, I was a very happy Kymber.  P.S. Erik, you rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6165591710527000508?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6165591710527000508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/french-toast-lovin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6165591710527000508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6165591710527000508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/french-toast-lovin.html' title='French Toast Lovin'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRzcq5vBW2I/AAAAAAAABOE/0UjhBAMWIBo/s72-c/DSC04364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6345573721598815535</id><published>2010-12-29T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:36:33.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired.</title><content type='html'>My name is Kymber and I am a blog stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the blogs I faithfully read ever day is that of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://nataliemorgandub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nat-uh-lee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I love her humor, her photos, and her honesty.  Oftentimes, I am inspired by her faith.  This morning was case in point.  To quote today's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Regardless of what people think, Heavenly Father has a plan.  A perfect  plan for every single person.  And it will go on whether you believe in  it or not.  I love that.  It comforts me to know that I don't need to  worry about what I want, because it will work out in a way that gives me  exactly what I need - which is ultimately (and eternally) what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that as we live and learn to serve others, we are reciprocated those blessings ten-fold.&lt;br /&gt;I love that trials of our faith simply reap a greater understanding and testimony of the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;I love that the the blessings of the gospel are conditional - merciful yet just."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love how she says that she doesn't have to worry about what she wants because she has faith enough to know that in the end she will have exactly what she needs.  I have never thought about my life, my hopes, my dreams, my desires in that way before.  Definitely a light bulb moment that put things into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the point she makes on trials giving us a greater understanding and testimony of Christ.  Reminds me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-trials.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciated these small reminders today, and to add my testimony to Natalie's, I know the Lord has a plan for each of us, tailored to meet each individual's needs.  Each plan is flawless because He sees the bigger picture and has our best interest at heart.  He loves us more than we know and wants us to return to live with Him again.  To live with Him, we need to be like Him.  Trials help us reach this point.  Through trials, we are given the ability and the opportunity to grow, to become more like our Savior, and to feel more and more of His endless love for us.  For me, it is during these hard times that the Atonement is most real and most personal.  He is very aware of us, of our longings,  and of our needs.  Most importantly, He loves us, and that is what it all comes down to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Natalie, for helping me start my day with a comforting peace that comes from feeling of the Savior's love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6345573721598815535?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6345573721598815535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6345573721598815535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6345573721598815535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspired.html' title='Inspired.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4121184952494942178</id><published>2010-12-27T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:42:06.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession of the Week</title><content type='html'>Organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share a room with my 15 year old sister.  Um hi, that's two teenage girls crammed into one pretty small room.  All of our clothes, shoes, and just things made our small room even smaller.  You see, before college, I was a neat freak.  My side of the room was rarely a mess.  Enter college, the stage of life when you no longer have time for anything outside of school.  The tidiness of my room ranked last on my priority list and it (my room) got out of hand real quick.  Imagine how bad it was after a semester.  Yeah, not okay.  I was losing my mind because of the chaos that was my room.  The week after school was officially over for Christmas, Celeste (bless her heart, love her dearly) and I spent 10 1/2 hours tackling my monster of a room.  Yes, I just admitted that.  10 1/2 hours folks.  Granted, we did do some assembling, some rearranging, deep cleaning, organizing like mad, and took a lunch break. It wasn't until after we were done that we decided we should have taken before and after pictures.  Blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Here are some of the things I now (or have) used to keep my room a lot less messy and a lot more organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCBJsdBaI/AAAAAAAABL0/hsUNaSlfF0Q/s1600/DSC04332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCBJsdBaI/AAAAAAAABL0/hsUNaSlfF0Q/s400/DSC04332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555473834143712674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A color coordinated closet.  I've been using this trick for quite some time.  It makes finding something to wear SO much faster and easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRodOlO-rXI/AAAAAAAABN8/27BPHz1DTxA/s1600/for%2Bthe%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRodOlO-rXI/AAAAAAAABN8/27BPHz1DTxA/s400/for%2Bthe%2Bblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555785226665241970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to show you the special skirt hangers.  These lovely things were introduced to me by my dear friend, Hannah Gunderson.  They...are the best invention ever.  Just sayin.  You can hang six skirts up with one hanger!  And it takes up like no room in your closet!  Seriously.  6 skirts on a special skirt hanger = 1 dress on a regular hanger.  Best.  Invention.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCCLcxjHI/AAAAAAAABMM/OCU-p0d02Jk/s1600/DSC04340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCCLcxjHI/AAAAAAAABMM/OCU-p0d02Jk/s400/DSC04340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555473851794689138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to keep my necklaces in a box until a few years ago when we moved into our new house and my mom bought Kelcie and I this shnazzy little thing.  World.  Of.  Difference.  Goodbye tangled and knotted chains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCUFYut9I/AAAAAAAABM0/CSjUse6YJlk/s1600/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCUFYut9I/AAAAAAAABM0/CSjUse6YJlk/s400/DSC04355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555474159404758994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bracelets have now resumed the prior home of my necklaces.  Tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCTKO7bfI/AAAAAAAABMc/FGBXmQZbv_w/s1600/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCTKO7bfI/AAAAAAAABMc/FGBXmQZbv_w/s400/DSC04344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555474143525957106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This...is my bookshelf.  Secretly, I wanted to post a picture of it so you could see my super cute ridiculously awesome painting that is my most favorite ever.  And my birds and birdcage, duh.  So my organization strategy (a.k.a. my excuse for this counting as organization) is my little candy bowl right there!  I don't touch the thing much; it's mainly just used for bribery :) Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCTXsaHAI/AAAAAAAABMk/aCHMhcJh23o/s1600/DSC04345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCTXsaHAI/AAAAAAAABMk/aCHMhcJh23o/s400/DSC04345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555474147139263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time, I went through an earring phase.  A couple years later, I went through a ring phase.  As a result, I have 1,000 pairs of earrings and 100 rings.  Thank heavens for earring holders and jewelry boxes!  As you can see, it's getting pretty full all up in there so I was super excited when Mom and Dad Rudd got my a new (and super cute!) jewelry holder for Christmas!  Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRoaO4oQWFI/AAAAAAAABNk/Vnrjeej1sf0/s1600/DSC04360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRoaO4oQWFI/AAAAAAAABNk/Vnrjeej1sf0/s400/DSC04360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555781933336647762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?  Super cute, huh?  I need to get some shelves put up in my room so I can start to fill it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRoWmUgkgjI/AAAAAAAABNc/vpckNjP8dEI/s1600/for%2Bthe%2Bblog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRoWmUgkgjI/AAAAAAAABNc/vpckNjP8dEI/s400/for%2Bthe%2Bblog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555777937911087666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, the nightstand.  I love my nightstand.  My perfume tray...is fabulous.  My mirror...is fabulous.  My birds...are fabulous.  Those hope blocks right there are what made me choose "hope" to be my word of the year.  Oh yeah, this post is about organization.  Helloooooo.  Perfume tray.  All perfumes and smell good things in one spot.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCTrXQvoI/AAAAAAAABMs/UNQPeXU3n6I/s1600/DSC04352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCTrXQvoI/AAAAAAAABMs/UNQPeXU3n6I/s400/DSC04352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555474152419278466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Behold the shelf part of my nightstand.  Little basket for school supplies and things and a piano pen holder.  Cute!  Milano's baby!  Aw yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCB3Ce1tI/AAAAAAAABME/IX_p9rftSqw/s1600/DSC04337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCB3Ce1tI/AAAAAAAABME/IX_p9rftSqw/s400/DSC04337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555473846315701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these...are my shoes.  Kept nicely underneath my bed.  Those long Tupperware things that are perfect for under-the-bed storage and can work wonders.  Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCBrb7fbI/AAAAAAAABL8/grX8vO1JUf0/s1600/DSC04336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCBrb7fbI/AAAAAAAABL8/grX8vO1JUf0/s400/DSC04336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555473843201211826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh wait, I have more shoes!  My shoe fetish was (is?...nah) getting a little out of control because I was (am) getting more shoes, with no room to put them!  When I found this awesome little shoe rack, I was extremely pleased.  AND...it's expandable.  It can get to be over twice the size you see there, so I'm good for another year or so :)  P.S. Those nude heels right there in front are the Steve Maddens I mentioned in the previous post.  We have a love/hate relationship, those shoes and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRodNpt_x-I/AAAAAAAABNs/kZ2KYHeEWYA/s1600/DSC04341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRodNpt_x-I/AAAAAAAABNs/kZ2KYHeEWYA/s400/DSC04341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555785210689210338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have like 50 scarves.  I love scarves.  I used to have them on hangers in my closet, but they were taking up way to much room.  Then last week I had the brilliant idea to get over-the-door hangers and store them that way!  Can I just say that I'm a genius?  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Lame-o Walmart does not carry over-the-door hangers, and they're not going to magically appear even if you walk up and down the aisles for 30 minutes looking for them.  Thank goodness for Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRodOKo57lI/AAAAAAAABN0/xbZWwBxDb9w/s1600/DSC04359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRodOKo57lI/AAAAAAAABN0/xbZWwBxDb9w/s400/DSC04359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555785219526225490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another something I did was take all my movies and put them in a CD/DVD case.  It takes up SO much less room.  And yes, they are in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.  Hooray for organization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4121184952494942178?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4121184952494942178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/obsession-of-week.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4121184952494942178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4121184952494942178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/obsession-of-week.html' title='Obsession of the Week'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRkCBJsdBaI/AAAAAAAABL0/hsUNaSlfF0Q/s72-c/DSC04332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8215954555502556013</id><published>2010-12-27T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:29:38.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned this semester at ASU</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bikers are inconsiderate!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birth is a beautiful thing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;, not to watch.  Future husband, please no videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Institute is where it's at.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a test when friends are around is not a smart idea.  Distraction anyone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When one alarm doesn't wake you up, set two.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When two alarms don't wake you up, set three.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When three alarms don't wake you up, stop using your phone as your alarm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Registration is the biggest headache EVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm growing up, and despite my mindset, I am not 15 anymore.  People are jumping on the engaged/married band wagon like it's nobody's business.  Stop that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe student wards really aren't that bad.  And for the record, student wards and singles wards are totally different.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's okay to ask for help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cupcakes make everything better.  The best way to reward yourself is with a red velvet cupcake topped with cream cheese frosting....And now my mouth is watering.  Good thing I got a gift certificate to Sugar Mama's Sweets for Christmas!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I marry a blue-eyed boy, my (our) kids have a 50% chance of having blue eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a method to the madness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emma Smith was older than Joseph Smith.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Processes" is apparently pronounced "process-ease."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The service corner at Institute rocks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing, standing, and dancing in 5 1/2 inch Steve Madden heels for 7 hours will cost you the feeling in all of your toes for approximately 2 1/2 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you rearrange the letters in "prenatal," you get "parental."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a bit of a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8215954555502556013?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8215954555502556013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-learned-this-semester-at-asu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8215954555502556013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8215954555502556013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-learned-this-semester-at-asu.html' title='Things I learned this semester at ASU'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3166160846548829108</id><published>2010-11-28T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:01:10.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When words fail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...music speaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you like that quote, you can stop by Milano's and pick up a sweet magnet with that precious gem on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my shout out to the LMM ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I am grateful for music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was able to go the Tempe Institute Choir Christmas Fireside tonight with some friends. Afterwards, we went to the temple lights. After walking around for a bit, and losing a few, the four of us that were left found a spot to sit and started singing Christmas hymns. It was a really neat experierence, I thought. Can I just say that music brings the Spirit in a very special way? I felt it all night, from listening to the choir to trying to pick out harmonies with some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love music. I work at a music store for crying out loud. And. I. Love. It. I love when people come in and play on the instruments downstairs or when people try out music in the studios. I love blasting music in my car and singing at the top of my lungs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just ask my friends.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love sitting next to my sister on Sundays and singing different parts with her. I love accompanying choirs and other musicians. I love messing around on the piano and playing new pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music is one of the greatest blessings in my life. It has the ability to change my attitude and my feelings. And as cheesy as that quote is, when words fail, music really does speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3166160846548829108?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3166160846548829108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-words-fail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3166160846548829108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3166160846548829108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-words-fail.html' title='When words fail...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6871922309428861339</id><published>2010-11-21T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:15:18.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Jannae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Jannae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn29Q3D1zI/AAAAAAAABIA/nnjMtWqqQLI/s1600/jannae5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn1F8rgr3I/AAAAAAAABH4/nF3Z6E_L8Vs/s1600/jannae8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn1F8rgr3I/AAAAAAAABH4/nF3Z6E_L8Vs/s400/jannae8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542230298992881522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I moved into Jannae's ward when I was 14.  Jannae was...12?&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a couple years and we had become best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love this girl.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Jannae some questions, and this is what she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you look up to most and why?&lt;br /&gt;I look up to Joshua the most. aw. precious, I know. shut up.  anyways....He is A) hilarious B) as dorky as me and C) my best friend.  the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn29Q3D1zI/AAAAAAAABIA/nnjMtWqqQLI/s1600/jannae5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn29Q3D1zI/AAAAAAAABIA/nnjMtWqqQLI/s400/jannae5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542232348814464818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack to your life right now.  Name some songs.&lt;br /&gt;That is so easy. Taylor Swift "Speak Now" the songs Last Kiss, Better  Than Revenge, Ours, and If This Were a Movie have the best lyrics. I  mean, all of T Swift's lyrics are the best, but these are extra dear to  my heart :) especially Better Than Revenge...i mean....it's genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us your best joke.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha my best joke?? ok I butcher jokes but I do like this one: a  little boy runs up to his dad and goes "Daddy, Daddy!!!! There's a gay  cockeroach is my room!!!!!"...now the dad was a bit surprised and  replies " how do you know it's gay, son?" to which the boy responds "  Because it came out of the closet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn4YFzWyMI/AAAAAAAABII/tXnnvLvXLJg/s1600/jannae3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn4YFzWyMI/AAAAAAAABII/tXnnvLvXLJg/s400/jannae3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542233909214234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to most about the holiday season?&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to being cold and listening to the Josh Groban  Christmas Cd... "Oh Holy Night"....brings tears to my eyes, no joke. OH  AND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS!!!!!!!! Hello, It's the epitome of a perfect night.  twinkly lights, temple, apple cider, and cuddling with boys.... oh wait  boys are stupid so scratch that last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to shop.  Spill.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Russe. I have an addiction with everything there. The only  down side to this is the stupid sales ladies. They spend so much time obsessing over you while you shop and then when it's time to check out  they all of sudden have to use the restroom and are no where to be  found. It ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn6FUqcghI/AAAAAAAABIQ/mKvHDu9XRmM/s1600/jannae9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn6FUqcghI/AAAAAAAABIQ/mKvHDu9XRmM/s400/jannae9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542235785809134098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which celebrity do you find most dreamy?&lt;br /&gt;I am madly in love with the guy on When In Rome. No, I don't know his  name. But do you know who I DO know the name of? Josh Turner. Is he a  celebrity? He is in my book. Oh my gorgeous. Plus he has the sexiest  voice ever to grace this planet. Who cares that he's married and has  kids and is like 12 years years older than me...no big deal. we can work  it out. that's how strong our love is. Jealous? you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Olive Garden. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most gutsy thing you've ever done?&lt;br /&gt;ha...gutsy...not my forte. um. I think the gutsiest thing I've ever  done is give a talk in front of like a hundred gazillion people. Oh  wait, that was 2 weeks ago. I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite movie quote is...&lt;br /&gt;"You keep on using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means" - princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;" 6 people died of smoking during traffic lights today"- Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;" Sometimes you make me so....ugh you make so ....ANGRY! ahahaha I'm angry!"- Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us why you rock.&lt;br /&gt;I rock because I do what I want when I want and I don't care about  stupid people. Mostly it's because stupid people are stupid. Also I  secretly dance in my room while I get ready for school, and I write my  friends letters of recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn6THtMnOI/AAAAAAAABIY/Nz486_TXdxM/s1600/jannae7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn6THtMnOI/AAAAAAAABIY/Nz486_TXdxM/s400/jannae7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236022849182946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see?  Jannae is a doll.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love her?&lt;br /&gt;She is always so positive.&lt;br /&gt;Her wit and her oblivion and her blond moments crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;She is so fun to be around, and is super chill.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Nae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6871922309428861339?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6871922309428861339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/meet-jannae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6871922309428861339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6871922309428861339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/meet-jannae.html' title='Meet Jannae.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TOn1F8rgr3I/AAAAAAAABH4/nF3Z6E_L8Vs/s72-c/jannae8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2734584270601626848</id><published>2010-11-10T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:48:48.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Trials.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get emails from the Church throughout the week called "Daily Gems." All it is is a short quote from a Church leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are a few of the quotes I've gotten lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"As we pass through the trials of life, let us keep an eternal perspective, let us not complain, let us become even more prayerful, let us serve others, and let us forgive one another. As we do this, 'all things [will] work together for good to [us] that love God' (Romans 8:28)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{James B. Martino, "All Things Work Toge...ther for Good," Ensign, May 2010, 103}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Turn to the Lord. Exercise all of the faith you have in Him. Let Him share your burden. Allow His grace to lighten your load."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{Donald L. Hallstrom, "Turn to the Lord," Ensign, May 2010, 80}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Our Heavenly Father, who loves us completely and perfectly, permits us to have experiences that will allow us to develop the traits and attributes we need to become more and more Christlike. . . . As we understand this doctrine, we gain greater assurance of our Father's love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{James B. Martino, "All Things Work Together for Good," Ensign, May 2010, 101}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We will each face times of difficulty, and the question is not when we will face them but how we will face them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{James B. Martino, "All Things Work Together for Good," Ensign, May 2010, 101}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"In the most difficult circumstances of life, there is often only one source of peace. The Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ, extends His grace with the invitation, 'Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest' (Matthew 11:28)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{Donald L. Hallstrom, "Turn to the Lord," Ensign, May 2010, 78}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Our understanding of and faith in the Atonement of Jesus Christ will provide strength and capacity needed for a successful life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{Richard G. Scott, "He Lives! All Glory to His Name!" Ensign, May 2010, 77}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are just a few of the quotes I've gotten, but I've noticed a trend in topic for several of the emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good chunk of them are about trials, about holding your head high in the midst of adversity,  about turning to Lord when faced with challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny how little things like that come at just the time you need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year has been a rough one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can definitely say that I'm walking out of it with a lot more knowledge and understanding and hope than I had this time last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many trials have come, and life has not been too easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think that I'm speaking for everyone here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a funny way, I'm grateful to have been through what I've been through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I hadn't had to face certain experiences, it could have been a long while before I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; realized the following things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{there is light at the end of the tunnel}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is hard.  Like, really.  It's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's easy to feel lost and confused and alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's easy to forget who you are and what you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's easy to want to throw in the towel and just give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pressing forward"  is tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, it doesn't feel worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the words of Michael McLean, "Hold on, the Light will come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better days &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I believe that the more rough days you have, the better the better days will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{trust in the Lord}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember that He sees the bigger picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember that there's a reason behind a trial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is something to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that's cliche, but it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it's a matter of wanting to learn from trials or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're much better off trying to find and improve something than you are wallowing in depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been there, tried that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{it's ok to ask for help}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to your parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to your bishop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping you is their job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you think the Lord has placed certain people in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To give you somewhere (besides Him) to pull strength, courage, and comfort from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the kind of person that likes to do things on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate asking for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oftentimes, no matter how stressed out I am, I cannot bring myself to ask anyone for help because I want to prove to myself that I can do it all on my own or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, I've realized that idea doesn't always work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't do it alone.  You just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need help, and guess what?  Hard things are easier when you have help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be too stubborn or prideful (like me) for way too long and think that you can sprint through life's trials on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not supposed to be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask for help, pray for help, and you will be happy you did because help will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{rely on the Lord}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pour your heart out to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows what you're going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray harder than you ever have before and see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember that Christ is your &lt;em&gt;Savior&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can and will &lt;em&gt;save&lt;/em&gt; you from the depths of your sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a song on the CD, Nashville Tribute to the Prophet, I believe, that has some of my favorite lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"From the Garden to the Cross, He walked a mile in my shoes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember that as you learn to fully rely on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{the Atonement is not just for sinners}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Atonement can heal heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can heal wounds that have been open for far too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can heal you completely, and if you let it, it &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; change your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe in the power of the Atonement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe that Christ suffered &lt;em&gt;for you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, really, He did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{you will be better because of this}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No pain, no gain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mhmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have noticed a huge difference in the person I was before my bout with trials this year and the person I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see myself becoming the woman I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The change is real and the difference is huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can definitely see how the Lord uses trials and hardships to shape us, to mold us into who He knows we are and who we can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the change happen, and it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And soon, you will be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{happiness is a choice}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's much easier to be happy than it is to be sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's more fun to be happy than it is to be sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's healthier to be happy that it is to be sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why choose to be sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, crappy things happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, being sad or upset for a little while is expected and normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But moping around for days at a time is not going to do you any good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would say that tragedy is the only exception to this rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you want to be happy, you have to choose to be happy, despite all the not-so-happy things that are happening in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is always something to be happy about, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just have to find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{the Lord isn't going to stop loving you}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how worthless and helpless and small you feel, the Lord's love for you will never end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves you more than you know, more than you will ever know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray to feel His love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when you're having the hardest time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for it even if you don't believe it or if you don't feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves you.  He loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that...will never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trials are real, but so is the Atonement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavenly Father's love for you is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The power of the priesthood is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2734584270601626848?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2734584270601626848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-trials.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2734584270601626848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2734584270601626848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-trials.html' title='On Trials.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3072927787369267287</id><published>2010-11-06T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:39:06.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this please.  And love it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Adventures of Frances &amp;amp; Geraldine: Part 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Featuring Kymber &amp;amp; Celeste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34502843856b89c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D034502843856b89c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331926476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D170D17CA3D2AA0F4E8E11AC7A54CCE34EF1FEFF2.6D7C2C3598F51FEA2F48D1238BA753D1747D9236%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34502843856b89c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKu3pvmEEOzN9rt3v8Y4NAjSIXfo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D034502843856b89c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331926476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D170D17CA3D2AA0F4E8E11AC7A54CCE34EF1FEFF2.6D7C2C3598F51FEA2F48D1238BA753D1747D9236%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34502843856b89c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKu3pvmEEOzN9rt3v8Y4NAjSIXfo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hot off the camera, folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what college students do on Saturday nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3072927787369267287?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3072927787369267287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/watch-this-please-and-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3072927787369267287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3072927787369267287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/11/watch-this-please-and-love-it.html' title='Watch this please.  And love it.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3172710726798255512</id><published>2010-10-31T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:08:57.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's talk about Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's talk about Taylor Swift's new CD that came out this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's talk about how awesome Taylor Swift's new CD that came out this week is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534420100646799730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TM41wkjViXI/AAAAAAAABHw/y-1VgQ4g7FU/s400/taylor-swift-speak-now-300x300.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, she's not my favorite &lt;em&gt;singer&lt;/em&gt;, but probably one of my favorite &lt;em&gt;songwriters&lt;/em&gt;, especially since she writes all of her music herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talent?  Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Genius?  Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm one of those crazies that went and bought the stupid CD the day it came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even debated going to get it before school because I was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention I leave for school at 6:45am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I decided I could wait until after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...the second my last lecture ended, I was on my way to Target, because you know, Target has the &lt;em&gt;exclusive&lt;/em&gt; Taylor Swift Speak Now CD that comes with 6 bonus songs, the "Mine" music video, and 30 minutes of behind the scenes footage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't do less-than-the-best, folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every.  Song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So awesome that I may or may not already have the entire CD memorized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I don't have an overall favorite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I have a favorite song of the rightthissecond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And right now it's "The Story of Us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And "Back to December."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact that the majority of the songs on this album are about celebrities is hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Priceless, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom and I had quite the time trying to guess who each one was about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We came to the conclusion that we like Miss Swift because she's so sure of herself and so well-grounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may have stole those words from my mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of T Swift's lyrics on this album make me laugh every time I hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some make me sing at the top of my lungs right along with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some make me nod my head in agreeance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some make me bust out my killer dance moves, making all those privileged to witness this occurence mildly jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor Swift's new CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should probably go buy it.  Like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because it's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you will love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3172710726798255512?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3172710726798255512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/10/obsession-of-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3172710726798255512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3172710726798255512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/10/obsession-of-week.html' title='Obsession of the Week'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TM41wkjViXI/AAAAAAAABHw/y-1VgQ4g7FU/s72-c/taylor-swift-speak-now-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-801267687086836476</id><published>2010-08-22T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:43:15.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to "You think you know me?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. If I could go anywhere in the world, where would I go?&lt;br /&gt;[a] Spain&lt;br /&gt;[b] England&lt;br /&gt;[c] Italy&lt;br /&gt;[d] Australia&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer:  [c] Italy.  Rome, Venice...the works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. What is my favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;[a] Logan's Steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;[b] Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;[c] Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;[d] Outback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [b] Olive Garden.  I love me some soup, salad, and breadsticks for $6.95.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken gnochi...de-to-the-lish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is my dream vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;[a] Chevy Yukon&lt;br /&gt;[b] Toyota Tacoma&lt;br /&gt;[c] Ford Expedition&lt;br /&gt;[d] Nissan Titan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [d] Nissan Titan.  Four door, dark silver, rims, and a pomegranite air freshener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is my favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;[a] Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;[b] Hannah Montana&lt;br /&gt;[c] The Mentalist&lt;br /&gt;[d] House Hunters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [a]  Biggest Loser.  I CAN NOT wait for the new season to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurry up dang it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I had $5,000, what would I buy?&lt;br /&gt;[a] a trip to that place in the world I would go to&lt;br /&gt;[b] shoes &amp;amp; clothes &amp;amp; things&lt;br /&gt;[c] braces&lt;br /&gt;[d] a new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [c] braces.  Totally would.  I want them sooo bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do I want to study abroad?&lt;br /&gt;[a] England&lt;br /&gt;[b] Spain&lt;br /&gt;[c] Mexico&lt;br /&gt;[d] Ireland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [a] England.  I want to go somewhere with history, but not where I'd have to use another language...Yes, I would rather be lazy and all touristlike instead of being hard core and immersing myself in Spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What does my watch say?&lt;br /&gt;[a] dream&lt;br /&gt;[b] believe&lt;br /&gt;[c] hope&lt;br /&gt;[d] the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [c] hope.  Also my word of the year.  Fo'rizzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is my favorite scripture?&lt;br /&gt;[a] Alma 37:37&lt;br /&gt;[b] D&amp;amp;C 84:88&lt;br /&gt;[c] Psalms 62:8&lt;br /&gt;[d] All of the above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [d] All of the above.  So go read them.  Pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can thank me later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is my new favorite sandwich at Sweetcakes?&lt;br /&gt;[a] the club&lt;br /&gt;[b] BLT with avocado&lt;br /&gt;[c] French dip&lt;br /&gt;[d] peppered turkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [c] French dip.  Best.  Sandwich.  Ever.  And it has to be one of the most expensive sandwiches on their menu dang it.  I blame Leah for my addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Delicious.  But don't try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you'll get hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consider yourself warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song do I listen to over and over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;[a] Nothin' On You by b.o.b.&lt;br /&gt;[b] Airplaines by b.o.b.&lt;br /&gt;[c] If I Die Young by The Band Perry&lt;br /&gt;[d] Magic by b.o.b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correct answer:  [d] Magic by b.o.b.  Yes, I have all the words memorized.  Yes, I listen to it so much that my 3 year old brother has the words memorized.  Yes, one of my hidden talents is my wicked ability to rap like a black man.  Yes, I will prove it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-801267687086836476?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/801267687086836476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/answers-to-you-think-you-know-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/801267687086836476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/801267687086836476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/answers-to-you-think-you-know-me.html' title='Answers to &quot;You think you know me?&quot;'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7012121480167384248</id><published>2010-08-10T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:10:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TGI-1Kf74OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/H-cRcY-qlKs/s1600/DSC03436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504030777672458466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TGI-1Kf74OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/H-cRcY-qlKs/s400/DSC03436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7012121480167384248?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7012121480167384248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7012121480167384248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7012121480167384248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome.html' title='Awesome...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TGI-1Kf74OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/H-cRcY-qlKs/s72-c/DSC03436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-385583749319978388</id><published>2010-08-03T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:53:26.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t-shirt revamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember that plain pink t-shirt featured in yesterday's post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well....Tada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFj_wctxWrI/AAAAAAAAA64/Dbs76GvzOOo/s1600/Randomness1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFj_wctxWrI/AAAAAAAAA64/Dbs76GvzOOo/s400/Randomness1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501428152640035506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was super fast and super easy and it's super cute!!&lt;br /&gt;Super!!&lt;br /&gt;{check out &lt;a href="http://thecraftingchicks.com/2010/07/would-you-like-some-flowers-with-your-t-shirt.html"&gt;this tutorial&lt;/a&gt; to make your own}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-385583749319978388?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/385583749319978388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/t-shirt-revamp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/385583749319978388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/385583749319978388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/t-shirt-revamp.html' title='t-shirt revamp'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFj_wctxWrI/AAAAAAAAA64/Dbs76GvzOOo/s72-c/Randomness1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1378836011037154086</id><published>2010-08-03T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:33:33.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma tell you a secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falles Paredes is where it's at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my (and my sister(a.k.a. the lovely model below)'s) treasures from this place I dubbed the Mexican Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfDFLHVSlI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JcFot_mWH0I/s1600/DSC03407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfDFLHVSlI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JcFot_mWH0I/s400/DSC03407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079963506657874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The top of this is actually tanktoplike and all lacy and cute.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the shortness.&lt;br /&gt;We plan on taking the top portion of the dress off and making the bottom portion a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Easy.&lt;br /&gt;And super cute.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the yellow roses on the black?&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfDEr8MX4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/jv00dC0xXJ4/s1600/DSC03406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfDEr8MX4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/jv00dC0xXJ4/s400/DSC03406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079955138436994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got 2 of these shirts because I have an idea in mind of how to up the cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for that one.&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfDES-FsII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TJkWYUiPFb0/s1600/DSC03405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfDES-FsII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TJkWYUiPFb0/s400/DSC03405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079948435501186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shirt is actually a brand from Target.&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfEKPEz56I/AAAAAAAAA6w/EchWDnQYykc/s1600/DSC03404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfEKPEz56I/AAAAAAAAA6w/EchWDnQYykc/s400/DSC03404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501081149980796834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secretly, Kelcie is holding a bunch of extra dress behind her back because, secretly, this dress is a XXL.&lt;br /&gt;And unsecretly, I am no XXL.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, this dress is super easy to take in.&lt;br /&gt;We plan on doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC3mqW7ZI/AAAAAAAAA6I/hbG0CFaZgmc/s1600/DSC03403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC3mqW7ZI/AAAAAAAAA6I/hbG0CFaZgmc/s400/DSC03403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079730383154578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear this dress did not look as cute on me as it does her.&lt;br /&gt;I semi don't like her for it.&lt;br /&gt;Psych.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  This number was actually $1.00, not $3.00.&lt;br /&gt;Belt not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC3Cl4iAI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QIRk8lQrAgM/s1600/DSC03401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC3Cl4iAI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QIRk8lQrAgM/s400/DSC03401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079720700708866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing like a cool t-shirt, right?&lt;br /&gt;FP's gots lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC2v_idkI/AAAAAAAAA54/oOlnodUTiDw/s1600/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC2v_idkI/AAAAAAAAA54/oOlnodUTiDw/s400/DSC03400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079715708040770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet again, another shirt from Target.&lt;br /&gt;Same everything as the pink one above but the fabric.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love this one more actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC2VzpkEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/4ancZN2ReL8/s1600/DSC03399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfC2VzpkEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/4ancZN2ReL8/s400/DSC03399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501079708678852674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another cute, comfy shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we kinda hit the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;FYI you can too.&lt;br /&gt;Mesa Dr. &amp;amp; Brown.&lt;br /&gt;Get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-1378836011037154086?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1378836011037154086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-tell-you-secret.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1378836011037154086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1378836011037154086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-tell-you-secret.html' title='Imma tell you a secret.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFfDFLHVSlI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JcFot_mWH0I/s72-c/DSC03407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4066413695589105602</id><published>2010-08-01T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:21:42.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popsicleness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tonight, I had a popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFZh9VN9mhI/AAAAAAAAA44/8AOuysHmzXI/s1600/Randomness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFZh9VN9mhI/AAAAAAAAA44/8AOuysHmzXI/s400/Randomness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500691701175261714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Applicious to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;And now for your entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFZix58ULPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0izVUAZ7wUA/s1600/DSC02628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFZix58ULPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0izVUAZ7wUA/s400/DSC02628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500692604386553074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some have shelf butts.  But I...I have shelves elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4066413695589105602?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4066413695589105602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/popsicleness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4066413695589105602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4066413695589105602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/08/popsicleness.html' title='Popsicleness.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFZh9VN9mhI/AAAAAAAAA44/8AOuysHmzXI/s72-c/Randomness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8935582722540648277</id><published>2010-07-31T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:14:05.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you know me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiz yourself. I dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If I could go anywhere in the world, where would I go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] England&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] Australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is my favorite restaurant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] Logan's Steakhouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] Olive Garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] Texas Roadhouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] Outback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is my dream vehicle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] Chevy Yukon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] Toyota Tacoma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] Ford Expedition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] Nissan Titan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is my favorite TV show?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] Biggest Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] Hannah Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] The Mentalist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] House Hunters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If I had $5,000, what would I buy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] a trip to that place in the world I would go to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] shoes &amp;amp; clothes &amp;amp; things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] braces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] a new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Where do I want to study abroad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] England&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] Mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] Ireland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What does my watch say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is my favorite scripture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] Alma 37:37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] D&amp;amp;C 84:88&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] Psalms 62:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] All of the above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What is my new favorite sandwich at Sweetcakes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] the club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] BLT with avocado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] French dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] peppered turkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What song do I listen to over and over and over again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[a] Nothin' On You by b.o.b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[b] Airplaines by b.o.b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[c] If I Die Young by The Band Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[d] Magic by b.o.b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want answers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That post will be sometime next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8935582722540648277?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8935582722540648277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-think-you-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8935582722540648277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8935582722540648277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-think-you-know-me.html' title='You think you know me?'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-491666838269954594</id><published>2010-07-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:19:09.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretly, I think no one reads my blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I keep getting texts telling me to update, so I figure it's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But secretly, I don't know what to say really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I will resort to pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the past few months, I have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{become a pro cupcake decorator}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Observe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHol96tLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/cGG2j_VTy80/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499959070150014130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHol96tLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/cGG2j_VTy80/s400/IMG_1651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my striped cupcake and my airplane cupcake and they are bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give you permission to be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{graduated to a Mega Moo Mixer}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall &lt;a href="http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-pro-chocolate-milk-makers-make.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958880910146962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHdk_nfZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Zgh3XtYB5ec/s400/586.JPG" /&gt; I have moved on to bigger and better things in the Moo Mixer world.&lt;br /&gt;These days, chocolate milk is as good as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Except as of Wednesday, we are out of Nesquik at my house.&lt;br /&gt;This is tragic. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Am I still an addict?&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer would be yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499959055950310514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHnxEcbHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/TYr8B4yXy-I/s400/589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{earned the title of "World's Best Bowler"}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHdKaF2II/AAAAAAAAA4I/NpyElnWK5Cs/s1600/576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958873773430914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHdKaF2II/AAAAAAAAA4I/NpyElnWK5Cs/s400/576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Psych.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;I've never played a game where I actually scored triple digits.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. As far as face making goes, I taught my sisters well, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{made me some bomb birthday cupcakes}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHc5yDV6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/_iWQy8Ju4zg/s1600/540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958869310527394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHc5yDV6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/_iWQy8Ju4zg/s400/540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So maybe we tried making our own frosting and it didn't look like enough.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we decided to triple the recipe and make more.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe the frosting expanded and we had a huge mixing bowl full of what looked like marshmallow creme and was secretly sicknast.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHcYFyEiI/AAAAAAAAA34/zFES86yyAiw/s1600/539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958860266476066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHcYFyEiI/AAAAAAAAA34/zFES86yyAiw/s400/539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday cupcakes were a big deal. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHb7s7UmI/AAAAAAAAA3w/LQw3nxQLmiU/s1600/534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958852646031970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHb7s7UmI/AAAAAAAAA3w/LQw3nxQLmiU/s400/534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, I want everyone to know that I made these mostly by myself kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am capable of kitchen-make-food stuff!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K yeah maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHMgajV0I/AAAAAAAAA3o/VI1A8RsP4Ac/s1600/532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958587623167810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHMgajV0I/AAAAAAAAA3o/VI1A8RsP4Ac/s400/532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{completed Biology in summer school}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHMZOPAqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ZjMg9NWzdLo/s1600/173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958585692455586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHMZOPAqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ZjMg9NWzdLo/s400/173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where we learned about plants and animals and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where I got to go to the zoo for a project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is where I took this picture to put on the cover of said project so my teacher would remember me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{fed a horse even though I was scared he was going to bite my hand off}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHLykXuwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/nrmzjBsQj08/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958575316318978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHLykXuwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/nrmzjBsQj08/s400/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Rusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we named him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secretly, he thinks my fingers are carrots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he wants to bite them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{discovered Navel Lane in Belly Button, AZ}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHLf_wX1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/twolDRvipsE/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958570330906450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHLf_wX1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/twolDRvipsE/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{turned into a hippie that likes to wear big flowers on the side of my head}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHK_q4K1I/AAAAAAAAA3I/8ig9J6GD7U8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499958561653402450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHK_q4K1I/AAAAAAAAA3I/8ig9J6GD7U8/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welp, that's all folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-491666838269954594?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/491666838269954594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/07/secretly-i-think-no-one-reads-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/491666838269954594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/491666838269954594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/07/secretly-i-think-no-one-reads-my-blog.html' title='Secretly, I think no one reads my blog...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TFPHol96tLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/cGG2j_VTy80/s72-c/IMG_1651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-9084606874096505287</id><published>2010-05-11T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:58:34.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1505144316467213219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1505144316467213219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-giveaway.html' title='Photo Giveaway'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3517986716182132263</id><published>2010-05-04T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:08:01.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, Ida.  Riding with you has been swell.  I will not miss your hotness in the summer, nor your sometimes squeaky breaks.  Or your coupe-styleness.  You have been a good first car, and gotten great gas mileage, but alas, it is time I bid you adieu, and I do so with pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9_VdcWyOYI/AAAAAAAAA0A/EgCH5qwdEj8/s1600/downsized_0503001408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9_VdcWyOYI/AAAAAAAAA0A/EgCH5qwdEj8/s400/downsized_0503001408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467323174455753090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Xandra {X-ann-druh}.  Hello to feeling safe and like I'm not sitting on the ground.  Hello to 4 doors and 5 whole seats.  Hello to a stereo I won't have to replace and real cup holders.  The only thing you are missing is an iPod jack and a moon roof, but somehow I think I'll manage.  I look forward to our drives ahead.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9_VojDy4II/AAAAAAAAA0I/mxkoWC07DuI/s1600/downsized_0503001408a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9_VojDy4II/AAAAAAAAA0I/mxkoWC07DuI/s400/downsized_0503001408a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467323365233713282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling you're going to outshine Ida.  But that's just our little secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3517986716182132263?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3517986716182132263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-with-old-in-with-new.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3517986716182132263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3517986716182132263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9_VdcWyOYI/AAAAAAAAA0A/EgCH5qwdEj8/s72-c/downsized_0503001408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4370185038771058237</id><published>2010-04-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:39:33.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a girl to do without her....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9Ha6pyuU6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/FreH8lxYVnw/s1600/436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463388524162995106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9Ha6pyuU6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/FreH8lxYVnw/s400/436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend I bought some new shoes.  Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463388066063919154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9Haf_PZKDI/AAAAAAAAAxc/DglmkISt_JY/s400/428.JPG" /&gt; Pair #1: Kohl's. Hated them the first time I saw them. Went back 2 weeks later and immediately fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HZSQPFc_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/fn-isCL2rVc/s1600/433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463386730596234226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HZSQPFc_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/fn-isCL2rVc/s400/433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pair #2: Hottie.  Clearance.  Bow? Super classy. And burgundy? Loooove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HZSPSkCRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/D6DxjS2ECi0/s1600/429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463386730342385938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HZSPSkCRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/D6DxjS2ECi0/s400/429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pair #3: Hottie. Clearance. Reptile skin. Square peep toe. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463385747028804370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HYZAKVgxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/zzT4SmCBICE/s400/430.JPG" /&gt; Pair #4: Target. These ones are CHUNKERS. Huge. Love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I might have a  shoe problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4370185038771058237?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4370185038771058237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-girl-to-do-without-her.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4370185038771058237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4370185038771058237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-girl-to-do-without-her.html' title='What&apos;s a girl to do without her....'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9Ha6pyuU6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/FreH8lxYVnw/s72-c/436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7670365243918126205</id><published>2010-04-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:38:41.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good news is that it grows back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had my mom chop my hair off Wednesday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HMS3Ic7vI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5fyPs_e9x3s/s1600/Online+Edits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463372447386234610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HMS3Ic7vI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5fyPs_e9x3s/s400/Online+Edits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't mind the groginess of the before picture...I was/am sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, from the second picture, I'm not so sure how I feel about the short hair thing yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's a little shorter than it looks like it is in the after picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7670365243918126205?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7670365243918126205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7670365243918126205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7670365243918126205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='The good news is that it grows back...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S9HMS3Ic7vI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5fyPs_e9x3s/s72-c/Online+Edits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3225139949464451830</id><published>2010-04-17T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:16:12.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, I really don't want to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The problem is, I really need to because tomorrow is the most dreaded day of the year at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least, for me it is anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is the beloved A.A.M.F. aka a huge music judging festival thing upstairs at Milano's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes for a long and crazy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kind where your feet hurt like nobody's business by the time it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really, it'll be alright since I don't have to dress up and be a room captain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead I actually get to do my real job, the one that I enjoy, and help people find their music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what I'm saying is that I really need to go to sleep because tomorrow I need to be not tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I really don't want to catch my z's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask me why...because I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Sometimes, when you don't want to go to sleep, you get really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3225139949464451830?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3225139949464451830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-my-problem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3225139949464451830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3225139949464451830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-my-problem.html' title='What&apos;s My Problem?'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4747886074226457446</id><published>2010-04-12T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:40:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahead of Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week, I have a paper due, 4 tests, and a presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been stressing out about this week...since last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend, I wrote down my schedule of what I had to get done on what days this week so that I would finish everything on time...3 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up today and worked on homework for 4 1/2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But guess where that hard work got me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahead of schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It.  Feels.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4747886074226457446?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4747886074226457446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahead-of-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4747886074226457446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4747886074226457446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahead-of-schedule.html' title='Ahead of Schedule'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-9118764988727583484</id><published>2010-04-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:55:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every summer, I have the worst luck finding a modest swimsuit...So I never get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't gotten a new swimsuit in 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last swimsuit was a Speed-O from Costco {this is my shout out to Hannah}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This...is ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer, I decided, would be the summer I would get a {long over-due} new swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never once found a cute modest swimsuit in a store in summers past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this time, I skipped that step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These...are the sites I found that were actually legit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.limericki.com/index.htm"&gt;Lime Ricki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459077542676789330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KKGgSP-FI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZESYsJ8YKs8/s400/swimsuit8.jpg" /&gt;This is my most favorite one, and since I found it first, I have dibs :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But don't worry, this site has TONS of cute swimsuits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute one pieces too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landsend.com/"&gt;Land's End&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075984853031154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KIr08H2PI/AAAAAAAAArE/Zo_KjBSovsQ/s400/swimsuit7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Not many super cute ones on this site, but still a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way this one ties in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I. Love. Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.llbean.com/?nav=gn"&gt;L.L. Bean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459074616238135090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KHcKc51zI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rIScVA5Diww/s400/swimsuit5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, there weren't TOO many on this site...Only about a handful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like the bold bright print of this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Super fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downeastbasics.com/swim.aspx"&gt;Hapari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459073090588864370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KGDW9xb3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/x8-vvUeJO64/s400/swimsuit4.jpg" /&gt; I would switch out the brown polka dot bottoms with solid brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I really like about this site was that their tops come low and their bottoms come high, so you're guaranteed coverage :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my second favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downeastbasics.com/swim.aspx"&gt;Down East Basics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459071743905686274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KE0-Le4wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LWgdtnYT5n0/s400/swimsuit3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DEB, the good ol' stand by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one...I didn't like on first. But alas, it grew on me. And now I'm in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In love enough to call it my third favorite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.delias.com/frontpage.do?topnavTrack=frontpage&amp;amp;incmpid=TB"&gt;Delia's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459068603278012274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KB-Kbfr3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/HkaByNoC-j8/s400/swimsuit1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like the zebra....a little sas, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diviinemodestee.com/"&gt;Diviine ModesTee &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459069884182099298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KDIuK09WI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pr-OywOqYIY/s400/swimsuit2.jpg" /&gt; Loving the light teal. And the square halter deal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And so, the swimsuit ordeal is no ordeal this summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hopefully, if you've found yourself in the same swimsuit boat I've been in for the past 5 plus years, these wonderful websites will help!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-9118764988727583484?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/9118764988727583484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ladies-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/9118764988727583484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/9118764988727583484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ladies-please.html' title='Ladies, please.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S8KKGgSP-FI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZESYsJ8YKs8/s72-c/swimsuit8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8911161710610429415</id><published>2010-04-10T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:19:16.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crooked Pinkies &amp; Speed Cameras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following is a little taste of tonight's adventures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked in the door and Kelcie tells me that I should take her to the scrapbook store.  Awesome.  So we went...to the scrapbook store.  I went in and out of that place...And.  Bought.  Nothing.  Thank you, thank you.  I know, it's a miracle.  A once-in-a-lifetime miracle.  Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I went with my aunt to the mall.  The purpose of our trip was to get Baby Elizabeth's {aunt's baby, my cousin} ears pierced.  My heart broke when we got there because I realized that she was probably going to cry.  Dang it.  And she did.  But only for like 10 seconds.  Serioulsy.  She rocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the ear piercing, I voted that we should swing by the Cheesecake Factory that happened to be right there and try some of this red velvet cheesecake that I've heard SO much goodness about.  Let me just tell you...Red velvet cheesecake is the business.  I'm all about it.  I mean, combining cheesecake and red velvet cake??  GENIUS.  It is...to die for.  Please go and try it.  And take me with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While at Cheesecake Factory, my other cousin, Jacob, who is 4, was seriously out of control.  He's pretty funny though.  For instance, we're sitting there eating and out of nowhere Jake throws up his pinkies and yells, "Look at my crooked pinkies!!"  HILARIOUS.  And they're full on crooked!!  The most crooked fingers I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Example 2 of Jacob's hilariousness:  He's being obnoxiously loud, as 4 year old boys are, and so I look at him and say, "Hey Jacob, let's play the quiet game" to which he yells, "What?!  I can't hear you!!"  I about died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I came home.  Oh, and on my way a speed camera flashed me.  Awesome.  Are you kidding me?!  Gah.  Michael Rudd would probably die laughing right now because he's been flashed many a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I'm going to take an online test to try to "get ahead" for next week.  Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and P.S.  Don't go to the Cheesecake Factory on a Saturday night.  That place is a zoo.  Probably didn't help that it was some school's prom night, but it was hectic either way.  And....the service was extremely slow times like a thousand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did you spend your Saturday night??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8911161710610429415?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8911161710610429415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/crooked-pinkies-speed-cameras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8911161710610429415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8911161710610429415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/crooked-pinkies-speed-cameras.html' title='Crooked Pinkies &amp; Speed Cameras'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2760581735556570413</id><published>2010-04-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:46:53.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Taste Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I was on ASU's website because I had to take a test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I aced the said test, I was checking some stuff out on ASU's website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came across a schoolwide schedule of upcoming events...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked at April - not much going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then...I saw it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May.  4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last day...of classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew the end was coming quick, but seeing the actual date kind of burned that idea into my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One.  Month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only have to go down to that campus 8 more times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2760581735556570413?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2760581735556570413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-taste-summer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2760581735556570413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2760581735556570413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-taste-summer.html' title='I Taste Summer'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3233080472746938967</id><published>2010-04-04T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:41:57.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Linton-Milano Music {aka Milano's}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the girls I work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the extremely difficult customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love repricing music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the layers of dust on the filing cabinets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting the Sweetcakes craving every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking lessons payments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love calling "not it" when our "favorite" customers come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mailing music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the jam-packed &amp;amp; intimidating composers section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how we can go from angrily ranting about whatever to answering the phone angelicly in a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;split second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love unpacking music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting new EZ Play issues &amp;amp; having to move everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Saturdays that drag on and on and on. And on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the one kid who is an amazing pianist that doesn't have a piano at home, so he comes &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plays in one of our studios for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love finding projects in the office so I can hear amazing pianist boy play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I get to see all the new music that comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching/spying on people downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love closing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love singing obnoxiously when you think that only employees are in the store, only to turn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;around &amp;amp; see that you have an audience of 1 or 2 customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love finding books in my section that are 10 years older than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love retrieving the water bottles that get stuck in the dang vending machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love leaving work &amp;amp; seeing people getting pictures taken by our music wall outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the extravagant decor in the hallway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the students &amp;amp; parents that I've become friends with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the little green golf cart men that have given me a dozen parking citations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way all of us LMM girls talk the same &amp;amp; use the same phrases &amp;amp; such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the understock drawers that refuse to stay closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the aspiring musicians who grace everyone with their marvelous talents by obnoxiously blowing horns &amp;amp; saxophones &amp;amp; blaring amps. Bless their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the aspiring musicians who grace everyone with the marvelous talents &amp;amp; who actually know what they're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the customers that sing while they look at songbooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love knowing exactly what music people are looking for when they don't even know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the inside jokes that we LMM girls have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the army of gnats or fruit flies or whatever the heck they are that have chosen to abode in our lovely working place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love running things across the street to the piano store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the teachers &amp;amp; all their coolness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3233080472746938967?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3233080472746938967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-linton-milano-music-aka-milanos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3233080472746938967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3233080472746938967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-linton-milano-music-aka-milanos.html' title='To Linton-Milano Music {aka Milano&apos;s}'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1859787409599027061</id><published>2010-03-16T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:14:22.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Please note:  This post was written on Monday, March 15th, but was never published due to the crashing of my laptop.  Cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love girl dates, and lucky me gets to have many this week. Let me make you a little jealous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, my friend, Leah, and I are gym buddies. To the gym together, we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266934492619090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S5-vZ8y24VI/AAAAAAAAAps/tepC3tVYD5Y/s400/gym.jpg" /&gt;It.  Is.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biking...is bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday, I get to go to Olive Garden with Hannah, Mia, Rachel, and Brenna...girls I have been friends with since elementary, junior high, or high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266939690829842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S5-vaQKNSBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/uVM9JJDF9dU/s400/olive+garden.jpg" /&gt;I love me some soup, salad, and breadsticks from el Gardino de Olivino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, and  some catching up with mis amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thursday....I will treat my toesies to a pedicure at my dear Darling Nails with my dear friend Jannae.  I love pedicures....Like really.  They're one of my top three favorite things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266954479920098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S5-vbHQM4-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/cVPsIWsKbEI/s400/pedicure.jpg" /&gt;Dear Darling, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also on Thursday, I will be going to Sprinkles with Leah and Katy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be DELICIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red Velvet, watch out, because I'm coming for YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266970989361138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S5-vcEwW9_I/AAAAAAAAAqE/LQr0AseQhlE/s400/sprinkles.jpg" /&gt;P.S. If you ever are fortunate enough to go to Sprinkles, do not eat the cute little thing in the middle of the cupcake.  Sick to the nast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl Dates...are wonderful.  If you want to go on one, let me know.  Because I will go with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-1859787409599027061?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1859787409599027061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-dates.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1859787409599027061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1859787409599027061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-dates.html' title='Girl Dates'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S5-vZ8y24VI/AAAAAAAAAps/tepC3tVYD5Y/s72-c/gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2295896828177452082</id><published>2010-02-15T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:03:58.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a week from today, I will be at the airport seeing Michael Rudd off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that will be a sad day.  But a happy one as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so grateful for him and the example he is to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is seriously the greatest guy ever...Everyone thinks so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am one lucky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the people in the South Dakota Rapid City are some lucky folk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm going to stop before the tears start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  Michael Rudd's farewell is this Sunday at 8:30am at the building on Harris north of Brown.  Yeah, I know it's way too early to be at church, but he's worth it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.S.  I have gotten comments, texts, and VOICEMAILS about how I could only think of 19 reasons why I love Michael Rudd.  FYI I stopped at 19 was because it was his &lt;strong&gt;19th &lt;/strong&gt;birthday.  As Spencer would say, that's uh-&lt;strong&gt;lair&lt;/strong&gt;-ee-us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2295896828177452082?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2295896828177452082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-week-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2295896828177452082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2295896828177452082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-week-and-counting.html' title='One Week and Counting'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4226837364372500122</id><published>2010-02-15T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:23:44.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Michael Rudd</title><content type='html'>The following is a list of 19 reasons why I love Michael Rudd for his 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He always always opens my door.&lt;br /&gt;2.  He follows me home to make sure I get there safely.&lt;br /&gt;3.  He doesn't take the gospel lightly.&lt;br /&gt;4.  He doesn't stoop to lower levels to get revenge, etc.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He sees the positive in EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;6.  He has the desire to serve a mission.&lt;br /&gt;7.  He is always encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;8.  He is always the first to offer to help out.&lt;br /&gt;9.  He has a strong testimony.&lt;br /&gt;10.He is more patient than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;11. He has high standards.&lt;br /&gt;12. He is always up for any crazy ideas I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;13. He is my personal chauffer.&lt;br /&gt;14. He has a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;15. He works hard at whatever he does.&lt;br /&gt;16. He updates my iPod with the newest music &amp;amp; lets me use his when he breaks mine.&lt;br /&gt;17. He pushes me to be a better person through his example and high expectations of me.&lt;br /&gt;18. He makes delicious delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;19. He treats me like a queen no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was supposed to go up yesterday...oops!!  But anyway.  Happy birthday, Michael Rudd.  Thank you for all that you do for me.   You are the GREATEST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4226837364372500122?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4226837364372500122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-to-michael-rudd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4226837364372500122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4226837364372500122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-to-michael-rudd.html' title='Ode to Michael Rudd'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6937662569161956442</id><published>2010-01-31T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:07:18.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Thumb {Not}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This...is what happens when my mom tries to plant a garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433106073126350178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2ZFMAu2rWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vwtkephBvpc/s400/mom%27s+strawberry.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She mutates the strawberries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6937662569161956442?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6937662569161956442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/green-thumb-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6937662569161956442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6937662569161956442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/green-thumb-not.html' title='Green Thumb {Not}'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2ZFMAu2rWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vwtkephBvpc/s72-c/mom%27s+strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-5194510560810504544</id><published>2010-01-30T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:46:41.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Más Fotografías</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTusSD9BI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nnVzWJ_DtAg/s1600-h/IMG_3073_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432559112141665298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTusSD9BI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nnVzWJ_DtAg/s400/IMG_3073_0493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTuJXgu3I/AAAAAAAAAj8/CMYuh1oMxzw/s1600-h/IMG_3076_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432559102769281906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTuJXgu3I/AAAAAAAAAj8/CMYuh1oMxzw/s400/IMG_3076_0490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTt3dE3GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UlvkTnRXJ-Q/s1600-h/IMG_3074_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432559097960782946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTt3dE3GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UlvkTnRXJ-Q/s400/IMG_3074_0492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTtru2VpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o2pFSw8CBLk/s1600-h/IMG_3080_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432559094814103186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTtru2VpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o2pFSw8CBLk/s400/IMG_3080_0487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTtW021xI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Osu1MvOll1I/s1600-h/IMG_3083_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432559089202157330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTtW021xI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Osu1MvOll1I/s400/IMG_3083_0484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTWXpbXdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nOSCijQc-_o/s1600-h/IMG_3085_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558694285663698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTWXpbXdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nOSCijQc-_o/s400/IMG_3085_0482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTWIF6GMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/5bJ6SjLzbpI/s1600-h/IMG_3087_0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558690110150850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTWIF6GMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/5bJ6SjLzbpI/s400/IMG_3087_0480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTVv90WEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KdSiPlyktkY/s1600-h/IMG_3090_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558683633768514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTVv90WEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KdSiPlyktkY/s400/IMG_3090_0477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTVM2qgrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ctzKRRL7HUc/s1600-h/IMG_3107_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558674208522930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTVM2qgrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ctzKRRL7HUc/s400/IMG_3107_0461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTU0IHutI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ExqdZNWPoUM/s1600-h/IMG_3112_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558667570854610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTU0IHutI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ExqdZNWPoUM/s400/IMG_3112_0456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RStnuNz-I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PHxeBdH8eAU/s1600-h/IMG_3126_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557994226077666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RStnuNz-I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PHxeBdH8eAU/s400/IMG_3126_0442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RStfGmhYI/AAAAAAAAAis/OcuadT2-iDI/s1600-h/IMG_3141_0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557991912441218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RStfGmhYI/AAAAAAAAAis/OcuadT2-iDI/s400/IMG_3141_0427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSsnd28AI/AAAAAAAAAik/5ULWb0uKeys/s1600-h/IMG_3148_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557976977600514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSsnd28AI/AAAAAAAAAik/5ULWb0uKeys/s400/IMG_3148_0420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSsD1swoI/AAAAAAAAAic/pldDtm0mH00/s1600-h/IMG_3156_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557967413920386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSsD1swoI/AAAAAAAAAic/pldDtm0mH00/s400/IMG_3156_0412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSrrRnuKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IprwjLRYdUo/s1600-h/IMG_3161_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557960820144290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSrrRnuKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IprwjLRYdUo/s400/IMG_3161_0407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSM7slopI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0fDiARLYhT4/s1600-h/IMG_3163_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557432652276370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSM7slopI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0fDiARLYhT4/s400/IMG_3163_0405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSMYeaZTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/as33-fkPsBk/s1600-h/IMG_3173_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557423197578546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSMYeaZTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/as33-fkPsBk/s400/IMG_3173_0395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSLu1gIBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/744oR1itzqM/s1600-h/IMG_3222_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557412020133906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSLu1gIBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/744oR1itzqM/s400/IMG_3222_0347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSK5QXn5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/M4ScszR5-0Y/s1600-h/IMG_3248_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557397637308306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSK5QXn5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/M4ScszR5-0Y/s400/IMG_3248_0321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSKf1tU3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/HssV-JDirAU/s1600-h/IMG_3256_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557390814598002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RSKf1tU3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/HssV-JDirAU/s400/IMG_3256_0313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-5194510560810504544?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5194510560810504544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/mas-fotografias.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5194510560810504544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5194510560810504544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/mas-fotografias.html' title='Más Fotografías'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S2RTusSD9BI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nnVzWJ_DtAg/s72-c/IMG_3073_0493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7163993754403544700</id><published>2010-01-30T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:20:38.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows I rarely go to the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They know this because I never know what movies certain quotes come from and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the past two weeks, I have seen three movies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a movie theater!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that's some kind of record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, Michael Rudd and I went and saw When In Rome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; to see this since I saw the previews for it when we went and saw Sherlock Holmes {this is my shout out to Whitney and Kirk}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G0J6GC4Pbo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G0J6GC4Pbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was HUH-LAIR-E-US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It met all my expectations and I would go see it again if anyone asked me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; go see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7163993754403544700?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7163993754403544700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-junkie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7163993754403544700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7163993754403544700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-junkie.html' title='Movie Junkie'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2387914750820546953</id><published>2010-01-29T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:38:26.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Linton-Milano Music {aka Milano's}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the girls I work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the extremely difficult customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love repricing music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the layers of dust on the filing cabinets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love getting the Sweetcakes craving every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love taking lessons payments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love calling "not it" when our "favorite" customers come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love mailing music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the jam-packed &amp;amp; intimidating composers section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how we can go from angrily ranting about whatever to answering the phone angelicly in a split second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love unpacking music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love getting new EZ Play issues &amp;amp; having to move everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the Saturdays that drag on and on and on. And on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the one kid who is an amazing pianist that doesn't have a piano at home, so he comes &amp;amp; plays in one of our studios for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love finding projects in the office so I can hear amazing pianist boy play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that I get to see all the new music that comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love watching/spying on people downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love closing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love singing obnoxiously when you think that only employees are in the store, only to turn around &amp;amp; see that you have an audience of 1 or 2 customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love finding books in my section that are 10 years older than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love retrieving the water bottles that get stuck in the dang vending machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love leaving work &amp;amp; seeing people getting pictures taken by our music wall outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the extravagant decor in the hallway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the students &amp;amp; parents that I've become friends with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the little green golf cart men that have given me a dozen parking citations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way all of us LMM girls talk the same &amp;amp; use the same phrases &amp;amp; such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the understock drawers that refuse to stay closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the aspiring musicians who grace everyone with their marvelous talents by obnoxiously blowing horns &amp;amp; saxophones &amp;amp; blaring amps. Bless their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the aspiring musicians who grace everyone with the marvelous talents &amp;amp; who actually know what they're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the customers that sing while they look at songbooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love knowing exactly what music people are looking for when they don't even know themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the inside jokes that we LMM girls have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the army of gnats or fruit flies or whatever the heck they are that have chosen to abode in our lovely working place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love running things across the street to the piano store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the teachers &amp;amp; all their coolness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2387914750820546953?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2387914750820546953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-linton-milano-music-aka-milanos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2387914750820546953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2387914750820546953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-linton-milano-music-aka-milanos.html' title='To Linton-Milano Music {aka Milano&apos;s}'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-471823234827716581</id><published>2010-01-23T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:54:22.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, Michael Rudd and I got our pictures taken by the famous Busy Bee Lauren. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After axiously waiting and waiting some more, she posted our sneak peak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly {and much to my disappointment}, she only posted 2 of our pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means we get to wait even longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are our dos pictures so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430134025440214514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S1u2IEUgPfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3Me5W3idmuM/s400/mr%26k2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430134029848864690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S1u2IUvm57I/AAAAAAAAAhc/J-w-lqM2ge8/s400/mr%26k.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta, me gusta!! Can't wait for the rest!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-471823234827716581?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/471823234827716581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/sneak-peek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/471823234827716581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/471823234827716581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S1u2IEUgPfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3Me5W3idmuM/s72-c/mr%26k2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4104860477285427446</id><published>2010-01-18T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:43:43.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...{Take 2}</title><content type='html'>...got frustrated when Blogger messed up my post I had spent 45 minutes working on and decided to not even bother fixing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4104860477285427446?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4104860477285427446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-itake-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4104860477285427446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4104860477285427446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-itake-2.html' title='Today I...{Take 2}'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4143342937353495519</id><published>2010-01-18T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:53:27.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...woke up half an hour before my alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...found out Ida's tires were extremely bald and coming apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...made breakfast with Chef Michael Rudd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...almost threw up when my mom showed me the hair she had pulled out of the shower drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...saw the hugest RV I've ever seen in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...envied Momma Rudd's $2.50 Down East Basics dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...couldn't laugh at any jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...had to fork over $230 for new tires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...enjoyed my favorite kind of weather - wet cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...realized the weather matched my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...wanted to talk about things that are making me sad, but was afraid to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...cleaned my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...started homework (sick).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...got a really bad headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...listened to everyone in my house sing and dance like General Larry Platt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMwhl4IrPNc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMwhl4IrPNc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...missed Michael Rudd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428302630524524546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S1U0e2m7mAI/AAAAAAAAAg8/B7LRwsag-KY/s320/michael+rudd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...mortified my cousins with the idea of pazookie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...put my clothes away instead of throwing the neatly folded pile on my chair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...cried a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...got my privacy invaded a little when my mom read a love note to me from Michael Rudd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...held my mom to her promise to play Skip-Bo with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...didn't come to terms with the fact that I have to go back to school tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...realized didn't go as planned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4143342937353495519?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4143342937353495519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4143342937353495519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4143342937353495519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i.html' title='Today I...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S1U0e2m7mAI/AAAAAAAAAg8/B7LRwsag-KY/s72-c/michael+rudd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-9072926374513189096</id><published>2010-01-07T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:08:48.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Pro Chocolate Milk Makers Make Their Chocolate Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424228962257041362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7gJu3d9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2msn7SULQrA/s320/moomixer1.jpg" /&gt;Behold, the Moo Mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7gbYyFhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Yv7rIIiqGME/s1600-h/moomixer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424228966996252178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7gbYyFhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Yv7rIIiqGME/s320/moomixer2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 1: Pour your milk...into your Moo Mixer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424228968441082210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7ggxQcWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kLXL98_LbKw/s320/moomixer3.jpg" /&gt;Step 2: Throw some Nesquik...in your Moo Mixer. Do not stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424228972591251122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7gwOu_rI/AAAAAAAAAgc/zNrf5f34wik/s320/moomixer4.jpg" /&gt;Step 3: Press the button located on top of the cow-like handle...of the Moo Mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424228988454231650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7hrUw3mI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gbY6CE8Eer8/s320/moomixer5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Count to 2 Mississippi &amp;amp; watch in fascination as your chocolate milk does this ^....in your Moo Mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424229101642455954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7oQ-8G5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/T2X85HZO5q0/s320/moomixer6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Step 5: Enjoy your delicious chocolate milk in a matter of seconds...thanks to...your Moo Mixer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-9072926374513189096?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/9072926374513189096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-pro-chocolate-milk-makers-make.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/9072926374513189096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/9072926374513189096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-pro-chocolate-milk-makers-make.html' title='How Pro Chocolate Milk Makers Make Their Chocolate Milk'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0a7gJu3d9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2msn7SULQrA/s72-c/moomixer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1521617528849609611</id><published>2010-01-05T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:20:28.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play a Game {Take 2}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember way back when I posted about the toilet in the middle of my backyard? And how I made a game out of it? Yeah we're doing that again. Ready...go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367125805019218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0OrqqwjsFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/lTSqGB1Kydo/s320/jerzee1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What's out of place?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367128772958930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0Orq10K2tI/AAAAAAAAAfs/WteXuQiErU8/s320/jerzee2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll give you a hint.  It's not the games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367133000233714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0OrrFkB8vI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UqB_-VZ33l0/s320/jerzee3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe a close-up will help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367137648382370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0OrrW4PEaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JL4AV2nnheg/s320/jerzee4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Jerzee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to get a game out of my parent's closet yesterday afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I climbed up there and screamed when I unexpectedly came eye to eye with this gato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-1521617528849609611?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1521617528849609611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-play-game-take-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1521617528849609611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1521617528849609611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-play-game-take-2.html' title='Let&apos;s Play a Game {Take 2}'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/S0OrqqwjsFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/lTSqGB1Kydo/s72-c/jerzee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8891567420945031012</id><published>2009-12-30T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:38:27.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, but this is all I got...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...Tomorrow night I'm working a catering with los Rudd's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's an LDS mid-singles New Year's Eve party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, we will be working 8:00pm - 1:00am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not too good at staying up late...I think we all know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And besides...I'm already dog tired because yesterday I worked my booty off at work {this is my shout out to Katy} and then went and climbed a mountain and then went and walked the mall{stories and pictures to come}{hopefully}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I topped all that off with a horrendously horrible night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, I can't remember a night that I slept worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wait.  That one time I was locked out of my house and had to sleep in my garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep.  That one wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.  I'm already super super tired.  So I figured I could go to sleep early tongiht {at least compared to the new usual} and then maybe sleep in but probably not and then be all rested for tomorrow night.  So I came home, got in my jammies, layed down in front of the tv {because a) that usually puts me to sleep really fast lateish at night and b) my brother is sleeping at my cousin's and my sister was asleep upstairs and there was NO WAY IN HECK I was sleeping in our basement alone...no. thank. you.}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY {take 2}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  You know you've gone on a rambling rant when you have to go back to the top and re-read everything you've written.  Story. of. my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.  I layed there.  For two hours.  Wide awake.  Watching HGTV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, I got bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I devised a new strategy.  Twenty minutes ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is {drum roll please}...Stay up until 1:00 and then sleep in all I want {which still probably won't be much}{curse you internal alarm clock}.  Then, I'll be used to it kind of and can do it all over tomorrow night at the catering!!  I...am a genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is my plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is why I'm blogging this late at night or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I have nothing else to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully...strategy #2 works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bad part is...my head hurts from lack of sleepage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El.  Fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8891567420945031012?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8891567420945031012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-but-this-is-all-i-got.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8891567420945031012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8891567420945031012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-but-this-is-all-i-got.html' title='Sorry, but this is all I got...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-9044191716679081617</id><published>2009-12-18T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:10:01.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies, please go buy this eye shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416639546838069042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyvE-CGdrzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jzxDVjIo0ls/s320/eyeshadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I wear it, I get a thousand compliments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybelline.  Velvet Crush.  #20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-9044191716679081617?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/9044191716679081617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/9044191716679081617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/9044191716679081617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-way.html' title='By the way...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyvE-CGdrzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jzxDVjIo0ls/s72-c/eyeshadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6244391774479425527</id><published>2009-12-18T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:00:48.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because it showed me how to curl my hair with a flat iron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It turned out super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I ended up putting my hair up, so you can't even really tell it's curled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youtube is a wonderful thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6244391774479425527?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6244391774479425527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6244391774479425527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6244391774479425527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-love.html' title='Today I love...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2316308895642459912</id><published>2009-12-13T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:55:28.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang Mall Kiosks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day, I was walking Mills Mall with my aunt because she wanted to throw herself into labor...when we came across a tank full of adorable adorable cute cute cute...baby turtles...at a kiosk.  So...I bought not only one...but two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946104596167218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyXAyuJW-jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/u4rVGrWOOrI/s320/turtles.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Say hello to Alfred and Hal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; {Al and Hal...after 2 of the main music publishers}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fast forward 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember that I don't like pets so much and I decide I no longer want Al and Hal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad all sales are final on baby turtles from mall kiosks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry.  I ended up giving Al and Hal to my prego aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm out $40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dropped 40 bones to walk around a mall for 2 hours with 2 cute little baby turtles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good one, Kymber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2316308895642459912?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2316308895642459912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang-mall-kiosks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2316308895642459912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2316308895642459912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang-mall-kiosks.html' title='Dang Mall Kiosks'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyXAyuJW-jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/u4rVGrWOOrI/s72-c/turtles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3464150933283350863</id><published>2009-12-11T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:20:31.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, Michael Rudd got/opened his misison call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414026806651656210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyJ8sibqGBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fjL3OuQIOrs/s320/MRmissioncall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got all choked up when he opened it and started reading...It was very sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414026810730119106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyJ8sxoCf8I/AAAAAAAAAew/f57mEMOk_GI/s320/MRmissioncall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is...all official and signed by the prophet and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish the picture wasn't so blurry {I took it with my phone because I forgot my camera...GOOD ONE, Kymber}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414026825100344930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyJ8tnKKvmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ILLkihFf_rs/s320/MRmissioncall3.jpg" /&gt;This is going to sound like I'm his mother, but I'm very proud of Michael Rudd.  He is such an example to me.  The gospel is not something he treats lightly, and I am so grateful for that.  He makes it easy for me to uphold my standards.  He makes me want to be a better person and helps me strive for that.  He is so caring and has such a tender heart.  He is an awesome young man, and I am lucky to have him in my life.  I am sad that he's leaving, but happy at the same time.  I definitely would not have it any other way.  And, of course, he's ecstatic and can't wait to get out there and serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah.  Michael Rudd got called to the South Dakota Rapid City mission and reports on Februart 24, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3464150933283350863?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3464150933283350863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/called-to-serve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3464150933283350863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3464150933283350863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/called-to-serve.html' title='Called to Serve'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyJ8sibqGBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fjL3OuQIOrs/s72-c/MRmissioncall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-571364378154161632</id><published>2009-12-10T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:34:40.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sydney and Jerzee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning, my mom found our cats here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413722728571109298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyFoI3Twf7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/xQEk3safLKg/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;under our Christmas tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They must think they're all that and a bag of chips...acting like presents under the tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok that was a lame joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I don't care if it wasn't funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finding our cats under the tree was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So you should laugh at that instead of at my attempt to make a joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-571364378154161632?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/571364378154161632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-sydney-and-jerzee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/571364378154161632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/571364378154161632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-sydney-and-jerzee.html' title='Dear Sydney and Jerzee'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyFoI3Twf7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/xQEk3safLKg/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7493203155031428190</id><published>2009-12-09T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:07:38.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Recital Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I put together my Christmas presents for my piano students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got grand piano ornaments from Milano's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413499742238431106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyCdVWfKV4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ocr_rcoFtuo/s320/ornament3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I used my snazzy Cricut to personalize them with their names in white vinyl on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413499737353483490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyCdVESf9OI/AAAAAAAAAeI/D-IyZnsmJpY/s320/ornament2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think they turned out SUPER cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413499735683544018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyCdU-EWs9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RtRWpgSNC60/s320/ornament1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7493203155031428190?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7493203155031428190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/piano-recital-presents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7493203155031428190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7493203155031428190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/piano-recital-presents.html' title='Piano Recital Presents'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SyCdVWfKV4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ocr_rcoFtuo/s72-c/ornament3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1858349938541668345</id><published>2009-12-09T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:25:48.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Nuf said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-1858349938541668345?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1858349938541668345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1858349938541668345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1858349938541668345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-is-over.html' title='SCHOOL IS OVER'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-539046967944226584</id><published>2009-12-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:41:03.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempting the Impossible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight, I am going to attempt to get &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of my Christmas shopping done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know that's probably an umrealistic goal, but I figure that if I set my goal high, I'll get more accomplished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's kind of how I work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's how I'm spending my Friday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How are you spending yours??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-539046967944226584?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/539046967944226584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/attempting-impossible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/539046967944226584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/539046967944226584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/12/attempting-impossible.html' title='Attempting the Impossible...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6722278776596926815</id><published>2009-11-30T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:11:19.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most random post ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, my blog has been Christmas-fied!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So. For the random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week, I made this wreath for my madre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410126909071120466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SxShwnz3WFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/17ZyrhJrk7Q/s320/wreath.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I think it turned out super cute.&lt;br /&gt;If you like it and you want one, I'll make you one for like 15 bucks.  That's just cost of materials.  Just let me know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my friend, Cayden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410127379440300258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SxSiMAEncOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GuysioSZT28/s320/cayden.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Secretly he is Michael Rudd's nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day, Momma Rudd, Whitney, Cayden &amp;amp; Riley (Whit's kids), and I went to this mongo boutique in Scottsdale. The drive was too much for this kiddo and he totally zonked out. Like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, I was leaving work at approximately 5 pm. I walked outside to find this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410128566815565762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SxSjRHY8J8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/BYqS9Icj0W0/s320/saturday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the weather that we've had the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wet cold...It's wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially in the morning...the air just feels so crisp and clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm just weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least {for tonight anyway}, also on Saturday night...Kelcie and I were driving to Hobby Lobby when I looked at my speedometer and saw that it was a pattern!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410130074030606002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SxSko2NAhrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/AIIClP4ZVlo/s320/speedometer.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought it was cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6722278776596926815?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6722278776596926815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-random-post-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6722278776596926815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6722278776596926815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-random-post-ever.html' title='The most random post ever'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SxShwnz3WFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/17ZyrhJrk7Q/s72-c/wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2774449134374208739</id><published>2009-11-25T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:14:36.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XXXUnder ConstructionXXX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't mind my blog right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's temporarily under construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2774449134374208739?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2774449134374208739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/xxxunder-constructionxxx.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2774449134374208739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2774449134374208739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/xxxunder-constructionxxx.html' title='XXXUnder ConstructionXXX'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4755222462076613949</id><published>2009-11-22T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:31:45.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For some of us, it's been a LONG day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When me and my mom got home from visiting teaching, we found Spencer in the hall like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105459490217666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SwnlxG_9XsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AKMDucAmFOA/s320/spencer2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Spencer....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. That was over an hour ago and he's still there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4755222462076613949?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4755222462076613949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-some-of-us-its-been-long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4755222462076613949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4755222462076613949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-some-of-us-its-been-long-day.html' title='For some of us, it&apos;s been a LONG day...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SwnlxG_9XsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AKMDucAmFOA/s72-c/spencer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7943897261934395244</id><published>2009-11-19T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:10:15.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roller coasters {I'm craving them pretty bad}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biggest Loser parties {They are the BEST}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute hair accessories {Too bad my collection is now significantly...depleted}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cold minty breath {like right after you brush your teeth}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;road trips {especially to California}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owl City {Please love them with me}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caramel {caramel anything...yum}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piano {yeah kind of a big thing}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nissan Tital 4 doors {love love love them}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hollywood Tower of Terror {gah...right up there with roller coasters}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making jewelry {with the one and only Lauren of course}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;driving with my windows down {especiallly just after it's rained}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fall {when it feels like fall}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new jeans {especially the clearance but still super cute kind}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things that sparkle {everything that sparkles}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shoes {they're kind of like a drug}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blog stalking {yeah...I do it}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;broccoli {delicious delicious}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hayrides {coupled with caroling}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice {I made this list before our conversation, C &amp;amp; B}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;conference issues of the Ensign {please read "That Your Burdens May Be Light" from the latest issue}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my owl keychain {gracias Old Navy}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Polly my Pink PC {thank you Zoe for the name}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Subway {I love me some chicken bacon ranch}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pink {so what if I'm girly}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bed {warm and comfy...me gusta}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quotes {please share any good ones}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scarves {even though I'm kind of retarded at wearing them}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my owl necklace {goes with pretty much everything}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strawberry lemonade {mmm mmm mmm}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little little babies {so sweet}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clouds {if only we could have them every day}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bubble gum {but not the sugarless kind}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pedicures {being pampered is excellent}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;card games {hand and foot with the Rudd's and Skip Bo baby}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flowers {smell yummy and look pretty...hey, they're like girls!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chocolate covered strawberries {mouth. is. watering.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soft tissues {that don't make your nose raw}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturdays at Milano's {probably the best day of work ever...love you Linton-Milano girls!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beach {my heart longs for California}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the gospel {duh}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asparagus {ask me about the side effects...nonetheless, delicious}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking pictures {and having pictures taken...actually no. just the final product part}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;french silk pie {good ol' Village Inn}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas music {it's almost time!!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fake nails {dear DoeDoe...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homemade tamales {heavenly...I wish I was Mexicano for this reason}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no school {3 weeks left}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boutiques {so fun!!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Cricut {my craft sidekick}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7943897261934395244?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7943897261934395244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-that-i-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7943897261934395244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7943897261934395244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-that-i-love.html' title='Things that I love...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4367514140199183292</id><published>2009-11-19T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:11:16.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, I'm going to my first midnight showing ever...to New Moon of course!!  I'm not so much excited for the actual movie {Twilight was super lame}, and I probably won't be able to stay awake through the whole thing.  I'm not good at staying up late.  Seriously.  Last night, I was falling asleep at 9:45.  I'm so going to crash.  But I don't care because it will be super fun.  And I will finally be able to say that I, Kymber, have been to a midnight showing.  It will be excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4367514140199183292?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4367514140199183292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/bam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4367514140199183292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4367514140199183292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/bam.html' title='Bam.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6245933156899756284</id><published>2009-11-17T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:03:02.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH-lair-e-us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please youtube Tim Hawkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is SO funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6245933156899756284?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6245933156899756284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/huh-lair-e-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6245933156899756284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6245933156899756284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/huh-lair-e-us.html' title='HUH-lair-e-us'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2587886464637891246</id><published>2009-11-17T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:18:00.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now my feelings are torn...kind of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Thursday, I didn't have to be at school til 3:00, so I decided to play with Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We wanted to go to Seagull Book, so we did. Well. Spencer saw the temple on our way there and was all cute-like and said, "Kymbalee, I wanna go to da tempool."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the most precious thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405121724108944114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SwLZkg1CsvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/H6przSLsdFo/s320/spencer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah he's cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But you know what's not so cute?  When he decided to take all my flowers that I wear in my hair...and flush the down the toilet.  Yeah.  Not cute.  Too bad it's next to impossible to be mad at him because he's so stinkin' cute.  Curse you cuteness.  But I mean, I guess it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2587886464637891246?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2587886464637891246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-now-my-feelings-are-tornkind-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2587886464637891246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2587886464637891246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-now-my-feelings-are-tornkind-of.html' title='Right now my feelings are torn...kind of.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SwLZkg1CsvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/H6przSLsdFo/s72-c/spencer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6183076422049839410</id><published>2009-11-17T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:07:56.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a bone to pick with blogspot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So basically here is my excuse for not blogging for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really really really want to change my blog background but...{insert long story here}...I can't. And I don't know why I can't. But it's not working. So I have been frustrated with Sir Blogspot and decided to boycott for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if any of you are technical geniuses and can help me out...that would be great and I would appreciate it mucho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I will blog about random things in random posts at random times in my day. So to the like 5 of you that read my blog, I hope you like you some random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6183076422049839410?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6183076422049839410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-bone-to-pick-with-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6183076422049839410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6183076422049839410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-bone-to-pick-with-blogspot.html' title='I&apos;ve got a bone to pick with blogspot.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8088375286937654596</id><published>2009-11-02T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:17:44.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?? It's NOVEMBER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case anyone wasn't aware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what the problem is with this November?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 94˚!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um excuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But 94˚ is NOT fall weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes me somewhat angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I have a super cute jacket and super cute scarves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because it's 94˚.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8088375286937654596?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8088375286937654596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-its-november.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8088375286937654596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8088375286937654596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-its-november.html' title='Hello?? It&apos;s NOVEMBER!!!'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6485582633836036903</id><published>2009-10-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:47:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am grateful for my bed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually when I come home at night, I go through the back door, which is usually unlocked unless it's late-er. Well. Friday night when I got home, the back door...was locked. And of course, I didn't have my keys with me because my car was in the shop, so why did I need my keys, right? Yeah I didn't even think about taking them with me on my night's endeavor's {aka bead party with Haley Stew and friends}. So. Plan B was to go through the garage {where the spare key is}, which I really didn't want to do for fear of waking the whole house up. At this point, I was out of options {or so I thought}, so I reluctantly punched in the garage code, crouched under as soon as I could, and bolted to the button thing to close it again so that the noise would last as not long as possible. I go to get the spare key, and guess what's not there? Yeah. No spare key. Go figure. So. I knocked on the door for a good long time, hoping someone would hear me {even though everyone upstairs sleeps on the other side of the house}. Ten minutes later, no one has heard me yet and my knuckles {that's a weird word} are starting to hurt. So...me and my locked-out-of-my-house self have no idea what to do. The ONLY thing I could think of to do was to just sleep in the garage. I looked around and found one of our old couch pillows, 3 baby blankets, 2 towels, and 2 sweatshirts, with which I made a "bed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578413579931010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SuR_eY_5DYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/CjzFiKRuFg0/s320/garage.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And that's how I slept.  I kept thinking as I laid there trying to fall asleep about 1) how I wished I had a couch in my garage like Bonnie Leman, and 2) how grateful I was for my real blanket and my real pillows and my real bed.  And for not-motion-censored-lights.  I swear I woke up at least ten times because every time I moved, the light would turn on!!  Anyway.  It was cold, I was exhausted all day at work the next day, and the side of my leg is bruised from laying on my side on the concrete for so long.  But hey, I guess it makes for a good story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6485582633836036903?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6485582633836036903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-grateful-for-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6485582633836036903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6485582633836036903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-grateful-for-my-bed.html' title='I am grateful for my bed.'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SuR_eY_5DYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/CjzFiKRuFg0/s72-c/garage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2338448617192229561</id><published>2009-10-23T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:42:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a happier note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom just called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is coming for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a tow truck is coming too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 70 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As in over an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Mom and Mr. TowTruckMan will save the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I won't be stranded at Institute anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And stock my sections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And goof off with Savea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just not be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't get me wrong, I love love love Institute, but I am here 6+ hours a day.  Come on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just have to wait for 70 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-2338448617192229561?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2338448617192229561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-happier-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2338448617192229561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2338448617192229561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-happier-note.html' title='On a happier note...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1892452993471957981</id><published>2009-10-23T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:38:14.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously right now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late afternoon Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do I want to be right now you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stocking my sections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And goofing off with Savea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where am I instead you inquire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the Institute building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why you wonder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ida, my car, is being lame-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's doing that the-alarm-is-going-to-go-off-non-stop-and-drive-you-crazy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When this happens (fyi this is take 2), I cannot drive her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Institute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stranded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a Friday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-1892452993471957981?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1892452993471957981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1892452993471957981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1892452993471957981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-right-now.html' title='Seriously right now?'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1255504714563991841</id><published>2009-10-18T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:00:48.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Wisdom Teeth Decide to Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can use orajel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150558416460866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StvfWntjXEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IsvuI2c6nx4/s320/orajel.jpg" /&gt; {For the record, it's really NOT pleasant tasting.} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can use ice packs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151056731368002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StvfzoFFakI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Fao1Jzn4Y8Q/s320/ice+pack.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; And heating patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151386090679490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StvgGzCdrMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/70PKkk0Ffy8/s320/heat+pad.jpg" /&gt; You can gargle warm salt water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394155294325941202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StvjqSWXI9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/DBx-f3QcAL4/s320/salt+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can take ibprofen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151797457209682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Stvgevf4yVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OqTuE_rIih0/s320/ibuprofen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Alieve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151806079826418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StvgfPnrefI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LiZGZBtibNI/s320/alieve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Excedrin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151806472137762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StvgfRFNrCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lGI_MrAERIQ/s320/excedrin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you can press your jaw really really hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394154507838548450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Stvi8gdJ6eI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dp9D9Yhp540/s320/wisdom+teeth+pain.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; And it will still be the most pain you've felt in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unless you've had kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because that probably hurts worse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-1255504714563991841?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1255504714563991841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-wisdom-teeth-decide-to-move.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1255504714563991841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1255504714563991841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-wisdom-teeth-decide-to-move.html' title='When Wisdom Teeth Decide to Move'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StvfWntjXEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IsvuI2c6nx4/s72-c/orajel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1045330779686946621</id><published>2009-10-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:27:08.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Rudd's Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Michael Rudd's surprise for me was tickets to Jon Schmidt's Christmas concert!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392508194914495602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StYJoe5C7HI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jIKKT1y2C9U/s320/jon+schmidt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gah!!  I'm soooo excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks, Michael Rudd!!  You're the greatest!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-1045330779686946621?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1045330779686946621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/michael-rudds-surprise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1045330779686946621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1045330779686946621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/michael-rudds-surprise.html' title='Michael Rudd&apos;s Surprise'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StYJoe5C7HI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jIKKT1y2C9U/s72-c/jon+schmidt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3480291203978361255</id><published>2009-10-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:19:55.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I might be a math nerd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I bought this shirt.  And am wearing it.  Right.  Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StYH6KaeZEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6JIFB1UbYww/s1600-h/shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392506299631952962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StYH6KaeZEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6JIFB1UbYww/s320/shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Math book: "I got a problem"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calculator: "Yo! I'll solve it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-3480291203978361255?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3480291203978361255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-might-be-math-nerd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3480291203978361255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3480291203978361255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-might-be-math-nerd.html' title='I think I might be a math nerd...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StYH6KaeZEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6JIFB1UbYww/s72-c/shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3389052307964531857</id><published>2009-10-13T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:54:24.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm Excited For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. To graduate from ASU. Blessed day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Haunted Houses. Like this weekend. Anyone want to come???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. To be married. But this one, I can wait for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Christmas break. Again, blessed day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Halloween Parties. Family, Elementary school, ward. They will be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. To raise a family. For this one, I can wait longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Next spring's baseball season. I love going to DBacks games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Tonight's episode of The Biggest Loser. Go home Tracy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. To read Busy Bee Lauren's next blog post. Funny, cute, and entertaining. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Game/Cookie party at Celeste's on Thursday. Love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. The weekend. 'Nuf said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. To buy Kelcie's birthday present. Muah-ha-ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Doe Doe to have her baby girl. I heart itty bitty babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Go shopping manaña. It will be excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Work Friday and Saturday. I love the girls I work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Wear big jackets. I jumped the gun and wore one today. It wasn't too bad until noon when it was bloody hot. Dang Arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Chelsey's wedding. Pretty dress, pretty decorations, Christmas time, and Dip 'n Dots. Good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. Dinner tonight. I don't know what we're having. But I'm excited for it. (No pressure Mom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. To get my nails done. Perhaps tonight??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. To hold Baby Riley. What was that about hearting itty bitty babies??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Michael Rudd's surprise. He says he has one for me tonight. Gah the suspense is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. To go to sleep. What? I relish in a little shut eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. Playing at institute with Celeste on Friday. Fridays are my extrememly-boring-I-want-to-rip-my-eyes-out days and the past couple weeks, she has come and saved me and it has been excellent. Bless her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. Chocolate milk when I get home. Every day, my friends, every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. Christmas music. Or Chrismas in general. For lots of reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26. An updated iPod. I'm slackin' on the tuneage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-3389052307964531857?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3389052307964531857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-im-excited-for.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3389052307964531857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3389052307964531857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-im-excited-for.html' title='Things I&apos;m Excited For...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1222217890116431614</id><published>2009-10-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:45:39.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip to Gilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.  Tonight I drove to Gilbert to get my cousin, Lacey, so she could come hang out with my little sisters and stay the night at our house.  On the way out there, we {Kelcie, Brylee, and I} stopped at In 'n' Out and got chocolate milkshakes and french fries.  Then we proceeded to la casa de Lacey.  On the way home, they {Lacey and Brylee} were CRACKING me up.  Here are some of the funny things they said.  P.S. Lacey and Brylee are both 9 and are like BFFAEAEAEAE.  Aaaannnyyyywhoooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lacey: Oh my gosh! In my class, if we get a 90 or above on our times test, we get to eat lunch in the classroom and have an ice cream party all by ourself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Party?  By yourself?  Sounds SO fun....?}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told them their milkshakes had to be gone by the time we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lacey: That's OK. Just drive slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Yes ma'am.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brylee: {in regards to the french fries} These are fresh potatoes?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{My car is too low to see the stellar potato cutter thing the In 'n' Out-ers have.  Obvi.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lacey: Umm something's in my straw.  I can't get anything out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Nope, Lace, it's just thick.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lacey: All I'm getting is whipped cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{She was halfway through her shake.  And they don't even put whipped cream in those things.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all I can remember.  But there was a ton more.  Lacey is hilarious.  Obvi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-1222217890116431614?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1222217890116431614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-trip-to-gilbert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1222217890116431614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1222217890116431614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-trip-to-gilbert.html' title='Road Trip to Gilbert'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6972118010593031862</id><published>2009-10-10T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:32:51.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry, Michael Rudd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390994476300971042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StCo6doDLCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/5Ge_c2VKZ48/s320/michael+rudd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a bigger crush on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-6972118010593031862?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6972118010593031862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgive-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6972118010593031862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6972118010593031862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive Me'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/StCo6doDLCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/5Ge_c2VKZ48/s72-c/michael+rudd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4591944637193318930</id><published>2009-10-08T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:57:49.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mhmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a crush on Michael Bublé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390444341744557394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss60kasy3VI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oKp0yaAy4Xs/s320/michael+buble.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4591944637193318930?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4591944637193318930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/mhmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4591944637193318930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4591944637193318930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/mhmm.html' title='Mhmm...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss60kasy3VI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oKp0yaAy4Xs/s72-c/michael+buble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3571254210253661430</id><published>2009-10-07T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:19:50.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweaters, pea coats, and other jackets...Observe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390061944519494770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Yx-BvjHI/AAAAAAAAAao/o-K1n3k0zw0/s320/delias4.jpg" /&gt;{delias.com}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059757497036738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Wyqu9L8I/AAAAAAAAAag/wXnuwx_OtUk/s320/oldnavy5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{oldnavy.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WvEdxBgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ahV2Li1EGq0/s1600-h/oldnavy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059695684781570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WvEdxBgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ahV2Li1EGq0/s320/oldnavy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{oldnavy.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Wup19NFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kk-xjWwGZSA/s1600-h/oldnavy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059688538485842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Wup19NFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kk-xjWwGZSA/s320/oldnavy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{oldnavy.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Wt3FGMtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3ouYJwtGmHU/s1600-h/oldnavy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059674911781586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Wt3FGMtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3ouYJwtGmHU/s320/oldnavy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{oldnavy.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Wq1EAkxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/es0FrEroMsY/s1600-h/oldnavy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059622830740242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Wq1EAkxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/es0FrEroMsY/s320/oldnavy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{oldnavy.com} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WaiGZNqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Atd5Q7xcV_c/s1600-h/delias8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059342862562978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WaiGZNqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Atd5Q7xcV_c/s320/delias8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{delias.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WaKAjtGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DmMuxezusXY/s1600-h/delias7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059336395633762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WaKAjtGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DmMuxezusXY/s320/delias7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {deliahs.com}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WZmxmxjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eTjBjcFtizE/s1600-h/delias6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059326937679410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WZmxmxjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eTjBjcFtizE/s320/delias6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{delias.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WZEaLtXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/72SR4cEQj8Y/s1600-h/delias5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059317712631154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WZEaLtXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/72SR4cEQj8Y/s320/delias5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{delias.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WNQY6ixI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ytNeBikmkT4/s1600-h/delias3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059114770107154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WNQY6ixI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ytNeBikmkT4/s320/delias3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {delias.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WM9Y5CJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QHoQ5ohof40/s1600-h/delias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059109669734546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WM9Y5CJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QHoQ5ohof40/s320/delias2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{delias.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WMeF82cI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xERlnafIntw/s1600-h/delias1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059101268793794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WMeF82cI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xERlnafIntw/s320/delias1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{delias.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WL2MlWVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RQ8huFOd2DU/s1600-h/aeropostale2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059090559195474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WL2MlWVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RQ8huFOd2DU/s320/aeropostale2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{aeropostale.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WLcNUSgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/g1Dy2gCXqJE/s1600-h/aeropostale1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059083582949890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1WLcNUSgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/g1Dy2gCXqJE/s320/aeropostale1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{aeropostale.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3571254210253661430?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3571254210253661430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3571254210253661430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3571254210253661430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-love.html' title='Today I Love...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Ss1Yx-BvjHI/AAAAAAAAAao/o-K1n3k0zw0/s72-c/delias4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8458722097211336836</id><published>2009-09-30T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:48:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy Whiteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drove the whole way to school this morning with my sunroof open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was marvelous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was at a stop sign and I looked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is what I saw.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387487391033896066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SsQzPO54rII/AAAAAAAAAYo/zgXm_JewASA/s320/clouds1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one was behind me, so I decided to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afar off, there was an abundance of gray and purple clouds and I thought, "Perhaps this might be rain!!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But twas not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so my hopes were shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow it's only supposed to be 88˚.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hooray for almost fall weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8458722097211336836?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8458722097211336836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/fluffy-whiteness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8458722097211336836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8458722097211336836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/fluffy-whiteness.html' title='Fluffy Whiteness'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SsQzPO54rII/AAAAAAAAAYo/zgXm_JewASA/s72-c/clouds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8953530565999805769</id><published>2009-09-28T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:47:14.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest moment of my day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SsGQp60enyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/19_-w4lARp0/s1600-h/spencer+plunger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386745679150227234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SsGQp60enyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/19_-w4lARp0/s320/spencer+plunger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is definitely Spencer...with a plunger stuck to his belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He figured that one out all on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's reasons like this that I love him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, man, is he a handful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-8953530565999805769?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8953530565999805769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/funniest-moment-of-my-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8953530565999805769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8953530565999805769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/funniest-moment-of-my-day.html' title='The funniest moment of my day...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SsGQp60enyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/19_-w4lARp0/s72-c/spencer+plunger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6450432473218734966</id><published>2009-09-26T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:58:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Haley Baley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why I love the Haley Stewart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385944155838613362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sr63rHzaB3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GluZ0fCt4zI/s320/haley.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Because she is silly with me at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385944683335021394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sr64J04Wc1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ewj9Q406k_E/s320/me.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We're friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's a fruit roll up by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6450432473218734966?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6450432473218734966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-love-haley-baley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6450432473218734966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6450432473218734966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-love-haley-baley.html' title='Why I Love Haley Baley'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sr63rHzaB3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GluZ0fCt4zI/s72-c/haley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-2236460437270895508</id><published>2009-09-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:02:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Current Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been craving Olive Garden for 3 weeks now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385496759059661762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sr0gxM7Ew8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ysLOUfYt9Vw/s320/olive_garden1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Their salad and breadsticks.....MMMM.....delicious.  I could fill up on those and call it good.  YUM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385496765983451506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sr0gxmt1aXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FTkD8uw76iU/s320/olivegarden.jpg" /&gt;And their lasagna.....My favorite.  Too bad I couldn't find a mouth-watering picture.  Just imagine it in your mind.  I'm sure if you think about it long enough, you'll want Olive Garden too.  And then we can go together.  It will be great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now my mouth is watering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-2236460437270895508?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2236460437270895508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-current-craving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2236460437270895508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/2236460437270895508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-current-craving.html' title='My Current Craving'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sr0gxM7Ew8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ysLOUfYt9Vw/s72-c/olive_garden1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7361564431236159661</id><published>2009-09-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:54:11.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you shouldn't run up the stairs at institute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SruVqOjaSiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kOmXj5901mU/s1600-h/institute+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062332145224226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SruVqOjaSiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kOmXj5901mU/s320/institute+stairs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because probably you will trip over  your flip flops and fall on your face in front of everyone just like I did 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7361564431236159661?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7361564431236159661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-you-shouldnt-run-up-stairs-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7361564431236159661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7361564431236159661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-you-shouldnt-run-up-stairs-at.html' title='Why you shouldn&apos;t run up the stairs at institute...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SruVqOjaSiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kOmXj5901mU/s72-c/institute+stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-6142055553678415003</id><published>2009-09-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:29:33.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall has arrived!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall is officially FINALLY here!! I love fall. And here...is why.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cute Cardigans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690990598183842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpD7TfZ26I/AAAAAAAAAVI/viW6NrfyAG4/s320/cute+cardigan.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweaters fall under this category too. But I like the word cardigan better. I heart cardigans. They are adorable and ugh just super cute. Hooray for fall being cardigan season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Fall Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384693124613528418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpF3hUT22I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9GAhdcZtRZk/s320/thanksgiving-meal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know about you, but that turkey, broccoli, and fruit salad are looking mighty delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like pumpkin pie, but by the looks of that one right ther I could go for some right about now. Hooray for fabulous fall food. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. Not 115° Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384696047534987794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpIhqDF2hI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Mty7EIq4Hmg/s320/sunny+day.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture (minus the fluffy white clouds) is what it has been like for the past like 4 months. Can I just tell you how nice it is to be able to go out in the morning and not be pelted with heat the second you step foot out the door?? Ah, fall. Your hotless days are going to be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. Hot Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384698010912756578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpKT8M1E2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/3sjKpioIjag/s320/hot+chocolate.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmmm...Hot chocolate. I like to make mine with soft candy cane sticks and mucho Cool Whip. Ah...Delicious. I love chocolate drinks aka chocolate milk. I have 3 cups a day. One in the morning, one when I get home from school, and one before I go to bed. It is delicious. But I only like the Nesquick chocolate milk stuff. None of that Hershey's chocolate syrup. No thank you. Gross. And now, due to this wonderful fall season, it is almost time for my chocolate milk days to temporarily come to an end. For the next 4ish months, I will be drowning myself in hot cocoa instead. And it will be wonderful, I tell you. Hooray for hot chocolate. In fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Fall Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384700751329255906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpMzdDCYeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/qeW1Nu2SQGM/s320/fall+trees.jpg" /&gt;Sure, we don't have many pretty trees like this in Arizona, but a girl can dream, can't she?? I love fall trees. And in my head, Arizona has fall trees. And I love fall trees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. Ginormous and Ridiculously Comfy Hoodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384702560266890162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpOcv3YK7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/VpY2qtFd4Gw/s320/ASU+Hoodie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do not heart ASU. But I do heart big comfy hoodies. They're great. And I love them. I have like 10. Just ask my sister. They take up half our closet. But I love them so much. I also love fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. Caramel Apple Cider from Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384704474799847346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpQMMDmt7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Qr9iBwwIywc/s320/starbucksCup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, yeah. There's probably coffee in that cup. But let's pretend it's caramel apple cider. Because that is delicious. Thank you Leah for introducing me to this sweet and yummy goodness. I heart caramel apple cider. And fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Crunchy leaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384706551163063922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpSFDHLDnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3nVtR0mLV34/s320/leaf_pile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mostly I just like to jump in big piles of leaves. It's super fun. And it makes me feel like a little kid. I also like stepping on leaves and hearing them crunch. Fall leaves are just fun. Yes? Fall is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9. Haunted Houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384708752037770162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpUFKAl87I/AAAAAAAAAWg/z_tZb4Cd0MU/s320/haunted_house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love haunted houses. And they are only around during the fall. The one at Schnepf Farms is my all time favorite. Only one more week til October....and the official haunted housing will begin!! All thanks to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10. Anti-Shaving is allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384710777286427682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpV7CpgBCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/L9UDF3FFSUY/s320/hairy+legs.jpg" /&gt;Why? Because I'm always wearing jeans. Thus no one sees my legs. Until Sunday. So I only have to shave once a week. But shhh...don't tell. P.S. Those are man legs. But not just in fabulous fall. That's all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11. Scarves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384712674377490274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpXpd3QX2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/wq7G4epgXZ8/s320/scarves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I only have like 3. But I still love them. And I still think they are super cute. Especially in fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, fall. You are wonderful. You are my favorite and I just love you. You make me happy inside. Aaannnnddd you're pretty great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-6142055553678415003?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6142055553678415003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6142055553678415003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/6142055553678415003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-has-arrived.html' title='Fall has arrived!!!'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SrpD7TfZ26I/AAAAAAAAAVI/viW6NrfyAG4/s72-c/cute+cardigan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-5427057072079447058</id><published>2009-09-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:57:52.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Michael Rudd is the greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In reaction to my last post, Mr. Amazing, I mean Michael Rudd, decided to get me a pedicure!! Little did I know this guy was getting one too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979273469012098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sq0UI7rcKII/AAAAAAAAAUo/z1vofEoHD2U/s320/michael+rudd+pedicure+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What a guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979501352276258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sq0UWMnC0SI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oqUkPo1S9Ck/s320/michael+rudd+pedicure+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out all that hair.  Woah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380980382062540418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sq0VJdgu9oI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_DzSuLD8wfU/s320/michael+rudd+pedicure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wonderful? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380980191093992674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sq0U-WGSLOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/VbyDgyHdb0Y/s320/pedicure.jpg" /&gt; Spoiled?  A little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Michael Rudd!!  You're pretty great :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-5427057072079447058?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5427057072079447058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-michael-rudd-is-greatest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5427057072079447058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/5427057072079447058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-michael-rudd-is-greatest.html' title='Why Michael Rudd is the greatest'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sq0UI7rcKII/AAAAAAAAAUo/z1vofEoHD2U/s72-c/michael+rudd+pedicure+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8911660109675893187</id><published>2009-09-10T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:58:04.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Nasty Gross Ew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the current status of my poor feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379945033902348978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SqlngRDgWrI/AAAAAAAAAUY/67EUEBgalbE/s320/nasty+foot+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah.  Gross.  Maybe I wear flip flops too much.&lt;br /&gt;However, my sick-nasty-gross-dinosaur-scaly feet will not stop me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now that I've grossed you all out...Anyone want to go get a pedicure??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8911660109675893187?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8911660109675893187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-nasty-gross-ew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8911660109675893187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8911660109675893187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-nasty-gross-ew.html' title='Sick Nasty Gross Ew'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SqlngRDgWrI/AAAAAAAAAUY/67EUEBgalbE/s72-c/nasty+foot+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-4228310387014106075</id><published>2009-09-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:12:06.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play a Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's wrong with this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378556268664473986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SqR4bfYySYI/AAAAAAAAATw/C_g4M6iT7KE/s320/toilet1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Can't tell?? Let's take a closer look...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378556469889597378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SqR4nNAl_8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Sk6GXMNz0pc/s320/toilet2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Closer you say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378556705081450834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SqR405Ks4VI/AAAAAAAAAUA/F_iEWBer9Hw/s320/toilet3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; You think you know? One more picture just to make sure...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378557107031770354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SqR5MSjIBPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PW0hMBpyNTU/s320/toilet4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ding, ding, ding!!  Yep.  That is definitely our TOILET in our BACKYARD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found this hilarious, so I had to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No worries, it was later moved to the porch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-4228310387014106075?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4228310387014106075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-play-game.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4228310387014106075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/4228310387014106075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s Play a Game...'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SqR4bfYySYI/AAAAAAAAATw/C_g4M6iT7KE/s72-c/toilet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1501484569999430939</id><published>2009-08-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:09:03.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, my pretty pink Dell laptop has come.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375556843797902002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SpnQd_B-crI/AAAAAAAAATg/9PUdlZ4494M/s320/laptop.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375556997509607874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SpnQm7ps8cI/AAAAAAAAATo/jeXCQhkJvxk/s320/laptop2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, she is wonderful. And boy is she pretty. Ah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Long, tedious school assignments, bring it on.  Breaks in between classes + this baby = less homework (knock on wood).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S.  She needs a name.  Any suggestions??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-1501484569999430939?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1501484569999430939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/alas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1501484569999430939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1501484569999430939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/alas.html' title='Alas'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SpnQd_B-crI/AAAAAAAAATg/9PUdlZ4494M/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8206578004699892347</id><published>2009-08-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:42:11.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So today was SUPER overwhelming.  English 101 is going to be TONS of work and I am really regretting that I didn't get that over with in high school.  My instructor is very blunt and harsh.  He seems cool, but he is super strict.  My U.S. history class has 379 people (the majority of which are freshmen) in it.  My professor for that class has a super cute personality.  I admire her for teaching a class that size.  I think that will be a fun class.  Intro to Art was next.  Only 179 people this time.  Ha.  My professor there is super super nice.  She's from London and has an awesome accent.  She said herself that this was going to be an easy class.  Thank goodness.  Basically, English 101 is the only class that stressed me out.  However, other factors made my day not so great.  Ironically, I am in a really good mood.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8206578004699892347?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8206578004699892347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/dumb-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8206578004699892347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8206578004699892347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/dumb-day-2.html' title='Dumb Day 2'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7546993824830060715</id><published>2009-08-24T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:32:53.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I survived my first day of college.  I found all my classes just fine, and even managed to remember where the library was.  I'm not sure what to think of it yet...I know that once I start getting loads of homework, I will be way overwhelmed.  Definitely not looking forward to that one.  But as of right now, it's OK.  Today, I had institute, world geography, and precalc.  I went to Homecoming junior year with my institute teacher's son, so I already know and like him.  My geography teacher repeats everything he says in five different ways and laughs at his own jokes (which, of course, are not funny).  He seems nice, though.  My precalc teacher is super laid back.  That's all I had today.  Tomorrow, I have English 101, institute, U.S. history, and art.  Stay tuned to see how that goes.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm SO enthusiastic about college.  Can you tell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7546993824830060715?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7546993824830060715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7546993824830060715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7546993824830060715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1-down.html' title='Day 1 Down'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1974007748555275299</id><published>2009-08-23T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:42:01.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Mind of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today, I've thought a lot about random things. Here are some of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm growing up. This morning, I went to one of my good friend's farewell. It's super super weird having your friends get their calls and leave on their missions. Every time I hear about someone that I graduated with getting their call, it's another slap in the face, as if to say, "You're getting old!!" It's so weird. Everyone is growing up. And it's all happening so fast. And it's not just the boys. A that I had classes with throughout high school is engaged and getting married in NOVEMBER. What the. She's my age. 18. That's like me getting married in a couple months. I think she is LOCO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spencer is probably the biggest 2-year-old-that-can-get-away-with-anything-because-he's-so-stinkin'-cute on the face of this planet. He definitely keeps us entertained. Today while the sacrament was being passed...He was HILARIOUS. Definitely NOT the most convenient time ever. It's extremely hard to be reverent when you have a super cute big blue eyed little boy doing things like singing the eensy weensy spider and making various bodily noises without a care in the world. He was just so funny and my mom and I could not stop laughing. If you want the story, I will tell you. Ah I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Missions change people. They transform silly boys into spiritual giants. Today in our ward, we had 2 brothers speak. One is leaving on his mission in a month. The other just got home. It was super cool to see how they interacted. It was also cool to see how much the RM had changed. Both of their talks were awesome...very heartfelt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jannae Jestes is a beautiful young woman. She is one of my best friends and I love her to pieces. I love listening to her stories and hearing her laugh. She is always so happy and she is definitely an example to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing is a great hymn. It is my new favorite, even though it's not in the hymnbook. It was played today during Relief Society (see, I really am old). The 3rd and 4th verses really hit home for me today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(V. 3) Jesus sought me when a stanger,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wand'ring from the fold of God;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He, to resucue me from danger,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Interposed His precious .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(V. 4) O to grace how great a debtor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daily I'm constained to be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let Thy goodness, as a fetter,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bind my wandering heart to Thee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Chorus) Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prone to leave the God I love:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's my heart, O take and seal it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seal it for Thy courts above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blog things are confusing. I can't figure certain things out and it's extremely frustrating. That's my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am very greatful for my piano-playing skills. They have definitely come in handy and have served me well. However. My music collection is boring to me now. Any suggestions for good piano solos?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am in dire need of a haircut. I have split ends out the wahzoo and it is no bueno. However, I am attached to my longish hair, even though it lays limp and flat and stuck to my head, no body or volume in sight. Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Broccoli is delicious. Especially when it has melty cheese. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I might lose my mind in the upcoming weeks. School starts tomorrow. I work 4 days a week and teach piano the other 2. Squeeze in studying and school work, and that equals no social life. I'm really really hoping this is not the case. However, it most likely will be. To all my friends, I am sorry and I promise I still love you mucho. That goes for my familia too. They're going to get to put up with the stressed-out-to-the-max-running-around-like-a-chicken-with-it's-head-cut-off Kymber, and from what I hear, she is no fun, and I believe it. Lo siento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really dislike taking out the trash. It's one of my beloved household chores, and I really do loathe it. My poor mother has to tell me 42 times to take it out before I actually get around to it. Half the time I forget. The other half, I just don't want to, so I put it off until I forget. She just hollered from the other room asking if I had taken it out yet. No, no I haven't. Don't worry, Mom. Just as soon as I finish this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuzzy aloe socks from Bath and Body Works are the best. Wear them for a couple hours, and your feet are smooth as smooth can be. I have 3 pairs. They're wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prayers are answered and peace will come. Plain and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well. This is all for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-1974007748555275299?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1974007748555275299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-mind-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1974007748555275299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1974007748555275299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-mind-of-me.html' title='A Day in the Mind of Me'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-8982827349310824986</id><published>2009-08-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:44:25.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I got my long-awaited-for new phone. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371808677041749170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sox_h9xvPLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PU879bOPoRI/s320/lg+dare.jpg" /&gt;Behold, the LG Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is magnificent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all touch screen, and I am in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite part is the drawing pad, which lets me draw awesome pictures like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371809103884083986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sox_6z44YxI/AAAAAAAAATY/ybrRG3ti_VM/s320/phone+picture.jpg" /&gt;Pretty cool, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My phone.  It's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-8982827349310824986?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8982827349310824986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-phone-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8982827349310824986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/8982827349310824986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-phone-at-last.html' title='New Phone At Last'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/Sox_h9xvPLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PU879bOPoRI/s72-c/lg+dare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-1831672048888649790</id><published>2009-08-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:10:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Joys</title><content type='html'>Today, Katy took me to ASU to find all my classes and walk me through my schedule. Pretty much, it was scary and overwhelming, but deep deep deep down I know I'll be OK. Seriously, I don't feel old enought to be going to college. I felt so little walking around on that huge campus. Since when am I a college student?! I'm not old enough for this!! These were the thoughts racing through my head for those three hours in the 117 degree heat today. Ah!!!!! In less than a week, I will be thrown out of my sheltered bubble and into a world of immodesty, immorality, homework overload, loco professors, and stuff. I am not ready for this!! Mostly, I am not looking forward to not having a social life. I will be stretched and pulled between school, homework, studying, work (p.s. I got my job back at Milano's!!), and don't forget teaching piano. Hopefully I can find time to breathe. Saying that I will be busy is definitely an understatement. Sigh. Well. Only four years til it's all over. Blessed day. I miss high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Katy for taking time out of your day to take me under your wing and show me the ropes!! You're awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&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/1832664598502048910-1831672048888649790?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1831672048888649790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-joys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1831672048888649790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/1831672048888649790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-joys.html' title='College Joys'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7464858282249718600</id><published>2009-08-03T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:18:57.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Months of Neglect</title><content type='html'>So pretty much, it's summer and I've been a) busy or b) out of town. As a result, my room turned into this.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365878767028440290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnduTxiKjOI/AAAAAAAAATA/IYGLla5IeFc/s320/before.jpg" /&gt;On Saturday, I finally decided that this was completely unacceptable, especially since I'm pretty good at keeping my half of the room clean. I locked myself in my room with a dirty clothes hamper and two trash bags, not sure where to start. Four hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365879884136249522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SndvUzFa-LI/AAAAAAAAATI/hZvU7RX0k-s/s320/after.jpg" /&gt;I'm not a believer of making beds.  Maybe when I'm older.  While I was cleaning, I realized how small and storage-lacking my room is.  I threw a lot of stuff out, thinking it would give me more room.  Wrong.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't spend much time in my room, but now at least I don't have to dread going in there for fear of stepping on something or guilt for not giving it the attention it was in desperate need of.&lt;br /&gt;Yay for cleaning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/247/11801E8B13F19A33E96A481F1489A15B.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7464858282249718600?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7464858282249718600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-months-of-neglect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7464858282249718600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7464858282249718600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-months-of-neglect.html' title='After Months of Neglect'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnduTxiKjOI/AAAAAAAAATA/IYGLla5IeFc/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-7119140067173115805</id><published>2009-07-31T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:38:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week, I went up to Camp Lomia for     s camp!! It was my last year, and I was on Junior Staff. It was so much fun and I had a blast!! I'm pretty sad that I won't be going back, though...at least not until I'm married. Camp is the highlight of my summer every summer. There is such a special spirit on those grounds that you can't find anywhere else. I am definitely going to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway...On a happier note, here are some pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364812301159562850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOkXSlC_mI/AAAAAAAAARw/WlXjRQmVUC8/s320/DSC02693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364812296789206866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOkXCTEp1I/AAAAAAAAARo/LnMdx9HBg0k/s320/DSC02694.JPG" /&gt;Me, Rachel Ray, Karissa Galbraith, and Jannae getting ready to load the buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364812290207573362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOkWpx45XI/AAAAAAAAARg/C_mLxlc-8Is/s320/DSC02708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day after we got to camp, the 3rd years hiked East Rim.  Here are all of the 34th ward     s that went on the hike (girls, YCL's, leaders, and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364810996623601074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOjLWzb7bI/AAAAAAAAARY/vHTukGk55zw/s320/DSC02717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Kelcie on the way back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364810994195840450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOjLNwnPcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/E8OfXz_UPc8/s320/DSC02721.JPG" /&gt;The hike wasn't as bad as I remember it.  I was dreading it big time, but it ended up being the best/most fun hike I've been on.  That's saying A LOT, seeing that I loathe hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364810986518252466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOjKxKIi7I/AAAAAAAAARI/jTTbkRwhYTc/s320/DSC02728.JPG" /&gt;I was really glad that I got to hike with Kelcie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364810978496814434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOjKTRrHWI/AAAAAAAAARA/S6_ZeNruBAY/s320/DSC02731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Intense, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364808651542141442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOhC2scmgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zc4c5LSubWc/s320/DSC00895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the Junior Staff     s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364808646609861298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOhCkUf-rI/AAAAAAAAAQA/C5nLZcDCh5A/s320/DSC00894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday night was the spiritual program.  Junior Staff put on a skit.  Basically, it was about how everyone has different trials, big or small, visible or behind the scenes.  But no matter what, Christ, the Savior of the world, know what we're going throught, and how it is our responsibility to give our burdens to Him so that He can bring us peace and comfort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The setting was at a get-together in the backyard of one of the JS     s.  In the skit, Rachel Johnson was the main      who was in a rough patch in her life and felt like no one understood what she was going through.  The rest of us JS     s, who played her friends, told her stories of real and personal trials that we've been through and how we got through them by relying on the Lord.  Several of the JS     s sung solos to go with their stories.  The finale song was "For Good" from Wicked.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The program was AWESOME.  We performed better than we had ever rehearsed and the spirit was SO strong.  I didn't think too many     s were super touched until the closing prayer was said.  There were constant sniffles.  After the prayer,     s flooded the stage and everyone was crying and hugging and it was just so cool.  Seriously.  It was amazing.      s that I've never seen cry before were bawling because they were so touched.  It was seriously the coolest thing EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late Tuesday night, after the rest of camp had gone to bed, JS caught a bat!!  With the help of Uncle Phil of course.  After we caught it, we found out it was a mommy bat and it was carrying a nursing baby!!  It was so itty bitty and super cute.  We gave it to the nature lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday, I went     lling with the 3rd year     s.  It was a lot of fun, but I got sunburned :(.  We got all the     s to go down but one.  This was my 3rd time     lling and I love it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those were all of the major points, I think....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls camp was SO fun!!  I had the time of my life on Junior Staff...We were spoiled like crazy, stayed up late, had dance parties in the lodge, and pretty much anything else we wanted to do.  We decided that we flunked Junior Staff so that we would have to come back next year and do it all again.  I got to know these     s and our stake leaders on a whole new level and I loved every minute of it!!  I love     s camp!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-7119140067173115805?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7119140067173115805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-camp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7119140067173115805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/7119140067173115805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SnOkXSlC_mI/AAAAAAAAARw/WlXjRQmVUC8/s72-c/DSC02693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832664598502048910.post-3844050821631934025</id><published>2009-07-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:45:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiTcBge4OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-p-yUSHJAFE/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361697466034872546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiTcBge4OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-p-yUSHJAFE/s320/DSC00548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiS6PviHCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/I4C2C_sw6do/s1600-h/DSC02397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696885740543010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiS6PviHCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/I4C2C_sw6do/s320/DSC02397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696873210017810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiS5hEBeBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2q3CNj0bMe8/s320/DSC02394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696872307301906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiS5dszHhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vu0aqhmIFts/s320/DSC00645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696862886931362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiS46mzq6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ghkNbDTUh7Q/s320/DSC00599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696856048503538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiS4hIZivI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0ryxfKBZdds/s320/DSC00589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696036625125266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiSI0ipD5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/wc0HARL1Fdc/s320/DSC00580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696018265570690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiSHwJYfYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y9GfcEn4KBY/s320/DSC00578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696011781202802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiSHX_Y43I/AAAAAAAAAOg/GJumCyqLHTw/s320/DSC00567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361696008356348770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiSHLO1w2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wh05-vTSGA8/s320/DSC00555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832664598502048910-3844050821631934025?l=kymberrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3844050821631934025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-vacation-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3844050821631934025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1832664598502048910/posts/default/3844050821631934025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kymberrenee.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-vacation-pictures.html' title='Family Vacation Pictures'/><author><name>Kymber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756811121300035498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/TRjWGzJPbAI/AAAAAAAABLE/FpTCFrorcJE/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nvBkcBxEWnk/SmiTcBge4OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-p-yUSHJAFE/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
