tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69821293558351492562024-03-19T04:53:29.574-07:00LIttle Facts of Life“You just have to do your own thing, no matter what anyone says. It's your life.”Kimberleeadamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18356078606924610593noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6982129355835149256.post-82748038995298300092011-08-13T08:18:00.000-07:002011-08-13T08:38:12.865-07:0060 Day Challenge: Day 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPw3RuKyJVd06V3VR-jp8rWckUdSOcGjdQuLbpHe5LN_WAnOQBKi1nPJn4DzD8eNgkcdaRf5DCJdf-LnBObdjFjnGxKBrtHsMvqiIg5mGegotCVUKqe93t__ujcIst39t_n3hTzelZc5s/s1600/IMG_1042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPw3RuKyJVd06V3VR-jp8rWckUdSOcGjdQuLbpHe5LN_WAnOQBKi1nPJn4DzD8eNgkcdaRf5DCJdf-LnBObdjFjnGxKBrtHsMvqiIg5mGegotCVUKqe93t__ujcIst39t_n3hTzelZc5s/s320/IMG_1042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640361053243356114" /></a>
<br />I have decided to do the 60 Day Challenge where I will be posting a picture a day that has a fun fact about me. At least this way I will be motivated in posting. So here it goes. Day 1: A picture of myself with 15 facts about me.<div>
<br /></div><div>1. My name is Kimberlee Adamson </div><div>2. I was born Nov. 19, 1991</div><div>3. I was adopted, and grateful for the blessing my parents have been in my life.</div><div>4. Currently I am studying at Utah Valley University aspiring to be a pediatric surgeon.</div><div>5. I speak fluent sarcasm. </div><div>6. Giraffes are my favorite animal. </div><div>7. I am a country music fan. A tune for every mood.</div><div>8. My life without music would be nothing. Singing will always be a passion of mine.</div><div>9. I am short, and yes eventually I will get used to the short jokes.</div><div>10. Listening. I enjoy listening to everything, whether it be the rain or a friend that needs and ear.</div><div>11. I am loud and pretty much laugh at everything. I will always be the first to say "that's what she said."</div><div>12. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.</div><div>13. If I put my mind to it. I will achieve whatever I want.</div><div>Ok only two more.... I can do this... um...</div><div>14. Love cooking. I could do it all day and be happy.</div><div>15. You can fall in love with me. It's ok ;)</div><div>
<br /></div>Kimberleeadamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18356078606924610593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6982129355835149256.post-58344439451531787422010-08-25T09:05:00.000-07:002010-08-25T09:12:48.615-07:00First Day Fall 2010<div style="text-align: center;">About three things I am absolutely positive:</div><div style="text-align: center;">First, that parking at any University is absolutely ridiculous.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Second, that a part of me, though I don't know which part is unbelievably happy to be back at school.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And Third, That I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with UVU.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not going to lie, thus dar today has been very intimidating. I mean I am now and extremely tiny fish in a large sea here at UVU. But I can already tell I am going to love every minute of it. I am ready to be intellectually challenged and broaden my horizons. It will be no easy task. I will be spending the next two and a half hours waiting for my next class. What shall I do in the mean time you ask? Well mingle of course. Haha. More about this strange new world to come. </div>Kimberleeadamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18356078606924610593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6982129355835149256.post-90569163365105507582010-05-09T13:57:00.000-07:002010-05-09T17:32:03.720-07:00Happy Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlNBxGXbeeThIrSUcq8g91EprUH5OKa8-hqCMEqSB8goleibT4kAJ0skMrMB-cqac7M3oDuxdEcxDSxjgk2Vv7zghp4oUe_Qo5nEo_KgXlLuEvhYKa5WMLeBieYY5Gvy62yWGgKaEMjo/s1600/wdfsd.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlNBxGXbeeThIrSUcq8g91EprUH5OKa8-hqCMEqSB8goleibT4kAJ0skMrMB-cqac7M3oDuxdEcxDSxjgk2Vv7zghp4oUe_Qo5nEo_KgXlLuEvhYKa5WMLeBieYY5Gvy62yWGgKaEMjo/s320/wdfsd.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469377795359571410" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I honestly don’t know how I can describe how grateful I am for my beautiful mother, or how much I love her in only a few short minutes but I will try. My mother is truly an angel here on this Earth. I have never met a woman who is more compassionate, loving, and self sacrificing than my mom. My mom is always striving to do what the prophet asks of us with exactness. Food storage being one of the many things instances where she has heeded the prophets advice. She obeys happily and because of that she makes us all want to be better. Her spirit is undeniable. You cannot talk to her and not feel how sweet of a spirit she truly is. Her love for our heavenly father is abounding and flows into everyone who meets her. A quote by Washington Ivring reminds me of my mom.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; color:#333333;"><span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0.0px color:#000000;"> “</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” End of quote.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She never ceases to amaze me. My mother is one of the strongest people on this planet, 18 and a half years ago after being widowed with one daughter, she adopted me and seventeen months later my brother Brennan. I can only imagine how hard it was to be a single woman having to support three children on her own. I would not be here today without her. She has literally saved my life in more ways than one and I am forever grateful for her and her example. She is the best example I could have growing up in the church. When I was a little girl I would constantly walk into a room in our house finding her down on her knees in humble prayer, asking for help. I don’t know if she realizes that I ever saw her doing this but I can honestly say that even at that tender age I had a testimony of prayer because of her. If ever I need something I know she will drop whatever she is doing to help me, or anyone else who seeks her help or advice. She is so in tune with and always knows exactly what to say.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> All I can really say is my Dad is the luckiest man on this planet, and I know he knows that. I hope one day I can have a fraction of the love my parents have for each other and I hope I can be a fraction of the woman my mother is. I don’t know what I would do without her. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Mom, I just want you to know how much I love you. You are the most amazing person I know and I am forever in your debt for everything you do have done and will do for me. I All that I am today I owe to you. I hope you have a wonderful mother’s day because if anyone deserves it. It’s you.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></p>Kimberleeadamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18356078606924610593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6982129355835149256.post-61831894502297769512010-05-06T17:07:00.000-07:002010-05-06T17:07:29.318-07:00Cosmic Love- Florence and the Machine :)<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/RsGLlGIjTaU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RsGLlGIjTaU&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RsGLlGIjTaU&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Kimberleeadamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18356078606924610593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6982129355835149256.post-22185442659399703662010-05-06T16:31:00.000-07:002010-05-06T16:50:35.723-07:00Life without Music... NEVER<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Let's be honest, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">music</span> is the only reason anyone has any will to survive whatsoever. So... why then are education systems cutting out the fine arts programs (which include music)??? Ever since I was a little girl I've loved running around my house <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">singing</span> to any popular song that would come on. As I grew older I joined school and church choirs. If it hadn't been for choir in high school I would've never made it through. Choir was were I met my <b>best friends</b> who helped motivate me to be a better person, it was also the reason I had any will to go to school at all.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;">Music is a major part of culture. Without it, we would be missing a certain part of our intellect that comes from listening to different cultures music. Music expresses emotions in ways that we could not speak. It's the simplicity of a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">melody</span> that can make you feel sorrowful, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">happy</span>, or pumped. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Lyrics</span> can provide a personal connection with anyone in the world, where a song's lyrics can relate to your life at that exact moment no matter how you are feeling, and you know for sure that someone else must have been feeling what you felt in order to write the song. How is it possible that someone could be cruel enough to take this away? Basically by cutting music programs you are taking away a productive form of expression for teenagers, which we all know is needed in order to keep away from destructive forms of expression. I need music as much as I need the air that I breathe or the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">colors</span> that I see. Take it away from me and the world becomes <b>gray</b>. I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for allowing me to have my hearing. It is something I will <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>never take for granted</b></span> especially since there are people in the world who can't hear. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;">I was thinking about this while I was at work and listening to music all day. Pretty much time flies whenever I am listening to my favorite bands. Work was really chill today. Tomorrow I go to school again, and actually start doing stuff. My cousin Michelle is helping me talk my mother into letting me go to France for two weeks next month. She just barely asked me today and seriously I can not think of something more amazing to do. Shopping in France?! I think so! But my mother is very cautious about letting me travel anywhere, so her answer will probably be no but it's still good to dream right? I guess we will just have to wait and see what the answer shall be ;)</span></div>Kimberleeadamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18356078606924610593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6982129355835149256.post-69262240199201188312010-05-05T19:57:00.001-07:002010-05-06T09:19:41.710-07:00Beautiful...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness, For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people, For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry, For Beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day, For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, yo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">u will find one at the end</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others."</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>- Audrey Hepburn</i></div> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Georgia; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, serif;"><br />Simply Beautiful. In today's society, the word "beautiful"</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Georgia; min-height: 16.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, serif;"> has become di<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">storted by the media with models, celebrities, and artists who determine what is beautiful. But let's be honest, </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px ;color:#000f97;">who are they to decide?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwZPWblrHbwArXUrH3JaO88YfKoKtTMNVtjRUraHXE7Qf2zVHdXy762dJLypGzEOrwfqgW9c0oVSFrhmmk5SofIW_bVz22H276OIHp8fVD9FfPyV1JeXrk_reWYKrNEWY64BNhx9lX-4/s320/anorexia-nervosa-duard+dot+com.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467987329574682242" /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Since when did SKIN&BONE become the "hottest" thing? Do you find this attractive in the least bit? If looking like a twelve year old boy is what you are going for then by all means, starve yourself and end up looking like this. This poor girl probably looks in the mirror everyday still thinking she is not thin enough to be considered beautiful. Girls at the tender age of 8 years old are already starting to have self-image issues and eating disorders due to the images they see in magazines and on television. This is what the world is coming to. Why can't we have healthy, beautiful women be our role</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">models?</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br />It's good to feel beautiful on the outside, but if that is w<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">hat y<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">our </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px ;color:#459600;"><b>sole purpose</b></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> in life is then you are never going to be truly happy. You will always find some </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px ;color:#873899;">flaws</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> in yourself. You can never be truly satisfied with a life like that. Take Heidi Montag (from the Hills) for instance. When she left her little town, her mother said she had all the confidence in the world. Then she enters the L.A and her perception of herself was completely altered. She started to compare herself to people who were highly thought of in L.A as the BEAUTIFUL stars. She became so unhappy that she had ten plastic surgeries in 1 DAY. Yes I said 1 day. And she is still not happy with herself. S<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">he not only looks </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px ;color:#b0151b;">less</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> beautiful than when she began, but she looks about twenty years <i>older</i>!</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">We should be focused on nurturing how we are on the inside. "Looks fade, but personality lasts." When you are <b>old and wrinkled</b> people aren't going to remember your looks. They are going to <i>remember</i> the way you treated people, and the things you did in your life. Why would you want to be remember as the woman who was <i>beautiful on the outsid</i>e, but nobody liked her because she was ugly on the inside? Lend a helping hand, be a friend, serve everyone. <b>Make your life worth something</b>. Everyday we have is a gift, why not treat it as such? P.S Men, tell woman how beautiful you think they are for everything, what's on the outside, and what's on the inside. (it makes us feel good ;) )</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Ok I am done with my little venting session. It's just I am sick of everyone comparing me to girls my height (which is short) and being well you could stand to lose some pounds. and yes that was said to me. And I know I should, I just don't see why that has become acceptable behavior in our society. Well today I started my first day at UVU. I can already tell this will be an interesting summer term... I am glad to finally start feeling like an adult. The world better watch out for me, they aren't even going to know what hit them!</span></p>Kimberleeadamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18356078606924610593noreply@blogger.com0