k is for kim

N is for Nalgene

2011-03-06T10:57:00.003-05:00

The other day I was heading out to meet my sweet friend for brunch and, upon realizing I was a bit late, decided to take a different (hopefully faster) route to our meeting location. (Side note, if you haven't eaten at Cafe Strudel, you should stop what you're doing and go now!)

After taking a few turns here and there on some back roads with very few cars impeding my trip, I turned on a street that was completely clear except for my car and one other far in the distance. Thinking fabulous thoughts of myself for taking this route, I picked up the phone to ring my sister Lillian. After a few loving jabs (per our usual) the other car on the street was right in front of me and something caught my eye. The poor girl had left her Nalgene on her roof!

(For those of you who need a visual...)

Without hesitate, I tucked the phone under my ear and held it with my shoulder, hit the window button, pumped my breaks and began pointing repeatedly out of the window toward the Naglene, trying so hard to get her attention.

Looking at me with much confusion (and a bit of fear), the girl shook her head and keep driving, speeding up around the turn and throwing the Nalgene off the roof and onto the ground.

Determined to let her know that she just lost a $20 water bottle (and explain the reason for my sporadic actions and gestures), I sped up to the main street and looked to see if I could see her coming out a few streets down.

I DID!

At this point, I was on a mission. Having sincere motives, I followed her down Main Street and prayed the whole way for a red light. Forgetting that Lillian was still on the phone and ignoring her comments about how stupid I was being, I was able to catch up to the girl.

Rolling my window down (again), I said like any good Southern Belle, "Excuse me," (insert more flailing arms and maybe a honk or two)"I was trying to let you know that your Nalgene was on your roof and you lost it back there." Laughing nervously, the girl said, "Ohh, ha, well thanks, but, you didn't have to follow me," with a bit of an attitude if I don't say so myself.

Taken aback by her "thank you" for trying to save her money, I fibbed and said, "Oh, umm, I was, eh, going this way anyway."

Speeding off as soon as the light turned green (selfishly hoping that she saw my Junior League sticker and realized I wasn't completely crazy and that community service was apart of my extracurricular activities), I picked up the phone to hear Lillian dying with laughter, yelling numerous "OMG's" and "I can't believe you's."

Feeling like a moron, I finally made it to brunch, late, but knowing in my heart that even though it was a major FAIL, I could mark off my good deed for the day.

(I know she went back and got it!)

H is for Half Marathon

2011-02-21T20:46:00.010-05:00

AHHH!!! I'm too excited and I can't wait until the end to tell everyone... I DID IT!! This weekend I conquered a goal and completed a half marathon! (If you don't know how far that is, it's 13.1 miles. Yes... MILES!)

At the start of the race, I felt strong. I felt like I was in a groove and nothing, not even the aroma from the Krispy Kreme we passed at mile two wafting in the air, could stop me. I ran through water stations grabbing a quick sip and throwing my cup on the ground in true runner fashion and was focused; totally loving being on a runners high!

Around mile 6.5, my focus shifting just a bit and, while I still was thinking I was a rock star for running in a half marathon, I couldn't help be start thinking of the sofa and snacks waiting for me back at the beach house. At this point, I started to read the reminder my mom gave me the week before that I wrote on my arm.

After reading this about 150 (literally) and having my good friend Katie there telling me, "you're not going to stop, keep going," that was all the motivation I needed to keep my legs moving...

All the way to the finish!!

After getting my first half marathon medal...

I got some hugs from my best friend...

And I was on CLOUD 9 the rest of the day because... I'm a half marathon RUNNER!!

S is for Sooo....

2011-01-24T22:03:00.012-05:00

It's been, roughly four months since my last confess... I'm just kidding! It's been four months since my last blog! WHAT?! I set out toward the end of last year with the outrageous challenge of attempting to do one blog entry per day. Well, to my loyal followers, you will note that challenge lasted a grand total of five, maybe six, days. Super lame. Sorry about that.

Mooooving forward, there are some things I need to update everyone on. Let's see, I'm still reading "The Help" only because I started and just finished "Bitter is the New Black" (a very sassy book by Jen Lancaster.) I love to bake and have thought about opening a bakery.... (so I can eat what I bake all day).

I'm still loving my house and I will FINALLY be getting a Verizon iPhone in a few weeks. Oh, and yes, if you're wondering how my girl crush concert went, it was amazing! Sara was great and I got to meet her.

Thanksgiving was tasty, Christmas was a wonderful whirlwind and New Year's was spent in Atlanta with some great friends cheering on our Gamecocks! (Even though they lost... again. I'm such a loyal fan!) I've gone to some weddings...

Saw NEEDTOBREATHE for the fifth time...

And have been running my little heart out prepping for my upcoming half marathon! That's pretty much it. I'll do my best to update my blog more often. Hopefully some fun things are soon to come. Oh wait! There's one more fun thing I get to do in a few months...

I'm going to see ADELE!! She's amazing and I know she'll bring it live. Ok, I'm out. More to come later!

T is for Tracy Turpen

2010-09-07T23:33:00.006-04:00

Ok. First things first. Yes, I know. I failed at my challenge of writing a new blog post every day. To be honest, it was just exhausting! And, I was stressing myself out a bit. "Get home, get home, it's almost 11:46! Ahhh!" So, to my faithful following (mom) sorry about that!

I'm back and, yes, I'm talking once again about...photography. I have always loved photography, but I was never really good at it. I mean, yeah sure, I can luck up every now and then and take some sick pictures like these, but it's few and far between.

Last year, a dear friend of mine got married and used a wedding photographer that I've absolutely fallen in love with (among many!). Her name is Tracy Turpen and her work is creative, dynamic, original, breathtaking and, most importantly, alive. I feel like she just gets it. She understands how to tell the story of that special day through an image. Take a look:

Isn't she wonderful? Yeah, I thought you'd like her!

H is for The Help

2010-09-04T23:03:00.004-04:00

I just picked up this book today, and am already obsessed. I'm sure tomorrow's post will be my review and I can't wait! I just read that they are in the process of making a movie based off this book, starring non other than American's sweetheart, Reese Witherspoon. Yet another reason why I must stop writing and go finish reading this book!

H is for Happy Birthday Lindsay!

2010-09-03T23:44:00.008-04:00

Birthday dinners are always so much fun, especially went you go to awesome places like Saki Tumi! Here are some of the fun things we ate and enjoyed for Lindsay's 25th!

To start, we had some kind of awesome fried rice. It had egg in it so I was happy!

Doesn't that look amazing! It's shrimp tempera. The only way I can eat "sushi."

We had a few shots of this. I think this was called "Blue raspberry delishiousness saki"! (And that it was!)

To round out the night, we finished with this...

Raspberry cheesecake! This masterpiece was found at the one and only, Nonnah's, Columbia's secret little gem!

Such a great evening for a great friend! Happy Birthday Lindsay!

Note: The author of this blog definitely ate every last bit of everything photographed... and she's pretty proud of that!

G is for Grooveshark

2010-09-02T21:17:00.002-04:00

I'm about to change your life... again! For those of you that, like myself, have desk jobs, listen up! (And those of you that get to go and come as you please can continue to read, but just know that you're not who this entry is intended for and I'm very jealous of you!)

If you're anything like me, music at work is a must. I literally cannot just sit there, in silence, tapping away at my computer, trying not to listen to conversations happening around me, wondering what my friend in another department is doing without having some kind of background noise to drawn out my wondering thoughts. At first, I was alllll about some Pandora. (If you don't know Pandora, then... umm.. well.. ask any young professional you meet). I had Pandora on from the time I sat down, until the 5 o'clock bell. It was a normal part of my routine. Walk in cube, turn on desk light, move my mouse to gently wake up my computer, log into my email accounts (yes, plural), open a browser for the Huffington Post (my favorite) and then, bam, hello Pandora!

Oh how I loved Pandora. I had created every station known to man. I had everything from Elton John, The Pointer Sisters and Michael Jackson, to Jay Z, The Plain White T's and Needtobreathe. I just loved it... until the day the music stopped.

I frantically minimized every browser window I had up until I got to the Pandora page, only to see the message "To continue listening, sign up here" was staring back at me. I had come to the end of Pandora. No more free music, no more cube parties, nothing. Done. Everything was over...

Well, fast forward out of that depression and into present day, and I have been saved. I found the best thing ever for a hard working, desk job-er! Please enter... Grooveshark!

Unlike Pandora, you can REPEAT songs, listen to songs in whatever order you like AND fast forward! Additionally, if you are lazy and don't want to create play lists, you can listen to satellite radio. WHAT?! I know! Grooveshark is that amazing and I hope that you, my fellow deskers, can enjoy and appreciate this little gem as much as I have.

N is for Nothing to say...

2010-09-01T23:15:00.002-04:00

This "blog entry every day" this is a bit much. Umm... maybe I'll have more to say tomorrow. Sorry...

C is for The Civil Wars

2010-08-31T21:14:00.002-04:00

A friend told me about this band last week and, since then, I've listened to this song about 150 times! I think one of the reasons I've fallen for this song are the powerful lyrics. The song is this awesome, but somehow broken, love story played out in a tug-a-war between each verse.

In addition to song itself, I am completely smitten with the voices of Joy Williams and John Paul White. Simply blissful. Around the 73rd time in listening to Poison and Wine, I stumbled upon an article about the duo and how they came to be. After singing together for one song, they both said, they just knew they were meant to sing together. Something like musical soul mates. I just love that...

So, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. Have a listen.

Poison and Wine
By: The Civil Wars
You only know what I want you to
I know everything you don't want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
I always will

I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don't have a choice but I still choose you
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
I always will

R is for Rachel's Sunshine and Smiles, Deliciously Good Omelette/Omelet Recipe

2010-08-30T21:50:00.010-04:00

My sweet friend Rachel came over the other day when I was held up in my house by painters all morning. I couldn't leave, so she offered to come over, have a good chat and make me breakfast. To that I said, I'll make the coffee! (Cinnamon of course!)

After just a few minutes, here's what Rachel made...

Doesn't that look delicious?! It definitely was, and I thought I'd share the recipe.

Rachel's Sunshine and Smiles, Deliciously Good Omelette/Omelet
3-4 Egg Whites
A good amount (not a lot) of olive oil
A bunch of basil leaves, cut
3/4 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
Salt
Pepper
Tomatoes (strong suggestion!)

Directions:
Wear a cute apron like this...

Heat pan on medium heat
Pour in "good amount" of oil
Add the egg whites
Add cheese, tomatoes, salt, pepper and, the golden ingredient, basil
After it sets up/firms, fold in thirds and cook until golden brown

Serve on white plate with cinnamon coffee and a napkin and wait for this...

I hope you all love this as much as I did. Thanks Rachel! Enjoy!

Note: I wasn't sure how to spell, umm, well I'm sure you know what I'm talking about!
Note #2: Apron is from none other than.. Anthropologie!

P is for Photography

2010-08-29T19:23:00.001-04:00

I have friends that are legit, professional photographers. They tote around their awesome, high tech cameras that have crazy zoom lenses and super fast shutter speeds, seemingly saying, "Yeah, I'm cool. I'm a photographer."

Well, I don't have a camera that could even compare to that, but my little Canon Elph Power Shot, works for me and gets the job done. I went back through some of my pictures over the last year, reliving some of my favorite trips and moments, and I came across some images that, in my opinion, could rival some of my professional friends' work. You be the judge...

And my personal favorite...

This last shot was taken in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. This was the most amazing experience of my life. We saw so much in such a short amount of time that it was somewhat overwhelming to take in while we were there. Looking back, this image humbles me and is a good reminder of my many blessings. Yet it also encourages me to not overlook people, but love them and be an example of truth whenever, and wherever I can.

G is for Girl Crush

2010-08-28T14:34:00.002-04:00

However inappropriate you might feel right now in reading the title of this entry, it's true. I have a legitimate girl crush. Sara Bareilles will always be someone that I not only admire as an artist, but just all around love. Ok sure, she's a bit crass, cusses like a sailor and probably doesn't bathe regularly. But to me, she's wonderful!

I have to admit, shamefully, that I heard of her after her first song, "Love Song" dropped. To be honest, I thought it was bobby and fun, but very trendy and surface. Then, a dear friend and former co-worker at Starbucks gave me her CD to burn (oops, I know). After one run through, and literately gasping during the middle of "Gravity," I was sold.

Since then, I have been nothing but all things, Sara B. In September, the Grub and I are heading to Charlotte to see her and... we may, or may not, have VIP tickets! (We do, we totally do!)

It's something about her arrangement of real, transparent words and true emotions that get me every time. The lyrics and tunes ooze beautifully together and it's simply magical. (Rolling Stone, I'm ready for a job!) I love her. Love what her lyrics and life story have done for my life and am so excited, the time has finally come, I get to see my favorite, do her thing...live! Pics and my overwhelming reaction to come!

C is for Cinnamon

2010-08-27T23:51:00.006-04:00

Only true cinnamonaholics need to continue reading. Ok, here goes... I'm about to change your life. The other morning, I was sleepily making coffee the same way I do every morning. Grab the new filter, grab the coffee, scoop the coffee, fill the water... you get it. Boring and vanilla, UNTIL my eyes glanced in the direction of my new spice rack. (Thanks Grub for the house warming gift!) The first spice I saw was the cinnamon. Simultaneously, in mid thought and mid action, I wondered what it would taste like if I added some ground cinnamon to my ground coffee and brewed it. ...PAUSE... For the visual readers of this blog, here you go...

After a few moments, my kitchen smelled like goodness and my coffee never tasted better. All I have to say is... you're welcome. ;)

T is for Today

2010-08-26T22:47:00.004-04:00

Today I had a revelation. I realized that I need a challenge. Something that will move me out of my cozy comfort zone and stretch me into a better form of me. In thinking deeper through this, I tried to think of what I could do. I also thought about how long I could do... it.. to be significantly substantial in my life. Within those passion driven, somewhat aimless thoughts, I remembered how inspired I was by the movie Julie and Julia. Not so much by the movie, although I do love Amy Adams, but the idea, motivation and determination she had to successfully complete a challenge... no matter what.

So, as you can see, I immediately started thinking about what I could do that would radically change my life in one year. In order to do this, you have to do something that you're passionate about. How hard would it be for someone who can't sew and is clumsy around a pair of scissors to say that they want to make a new dress everyday for a year?! That wouldn't be exciting, that would be utter torture.

After much thought, and a few Sara B. songs of encouragement later, I thought of what I'm going to do. For one year, 365 days, everyday (to the best of my ability) I'm going to commit to one blog entry.

Lame? Anti-climatic? Were you expecting something more? Well, let me explain. Writing, has always been something I'm passionate about. I have started, stopped and restarted, to only stop again, numerous books. Over the summers, my parents, both master's barring educators (you know we didn't get away with anything!) would give me one word. Red. Boat. Sun. And I would write an entire story around that word. Ha! I loved it! (Stop laughing, that's what I thought was fun during the summers!)

Even though now, I get to write on a daily basis at work, I don't always have the free will to write about anything I'm feeling or experiencing.

I'm definitely not promising a novel every entry, but I am going to (try) and promise at least one entry on a thought, something silly, a picture, etc. I had throughout any given day. That shouldn't be too hard, right?! Hopefully, on August 26, 2011, I can sit here and type my final entry. An entry I'll go ahead an title, A is for Accomplishment.

R is for Ring

2010-08-15T22:35:00.006-04:00

On my amazing trip to Ethiopia last year, I bought this ring I saw a lot of Ethiopian women wearing and it has quickly become a signature piece I wear everyday. I love this ring. It consists of seven thin rings held together by a band. The Ethiopian story behind this type of ring says that the rings represent the seven days of the week and the band is a prayer over the seven days that binds them together. Simply beautiful.

The interesting part about this is that today, was such an awfully hard, taxing, bad day... and one of the seven rings broke. While that brought a baby tear to my eye, the awesome part about this is that the prayer band is still in tact.

Moral of this story you ask?! Whether in a piece of jewelry or in life, prayer holds everything together.

H is for House

2010-07-13T21:44:00.003-04:00

So... I bought a house! I closed today and I'm just so excited! It's such a cute little thing and I'm going to love moving in and decorating everything! If you're in the neighborhood, stop by and see me!

F is for Feelings

2010-07-12T21:59:00.005-04:00

Feelings, to me, are like shadows. Good or bad, they never leave. They are these little things that creep into every crevasse and situation of your life. One minute your feelings are happy, excited and care free. The next minute, your feeling are solemn, uncertain and melancholy. Right now, my feelings are completely confused. A few weeks ago, I really felt my feelings were telling me that I was making the right decision about a situation. I felt at peace and very confident. Moving forward on those feelings, I did and said certain things that made huge changes within that situation. Now, my feelings are changing and I'm feeling as if I made a wrong decision.

How can this be? How can one minute you feel one way and another minute you feel something completely different. The real question is, how are you to approach life when your feelings are obviously going to change at every bend in the road?

One thing I hate about feelings is the fact that they are, sometimes, all consuming. They collectively decide to overtake everything that makes up... you. They latch on and don't let your mind forget about them.

However, one thing I love about feelings is the fact that they are there. They let you know that you are alive and experiencing something; good, bad or ugly. While I'm still completely confused, I know that my feelings are helping propel me through life and figure things out. I don't understand them all the time. And I don't always want to agree with what they're telling me, but they are there for a reason, and I owe them, at least, acknowledgment. What to do next... yeah, I'm not sure either. Hopefully my feelings will let me know something soon!

C is for Cupakes

2010-06-28T19:24:00.006-04:00

If you've ever met me, I'm sure that somewhere within the first 2 1/2 minutes of our introductory conversation I mentioned how much I love cupcakes, could eat cupcakes all day, love going to (and financially supporting) cupcake shops and would love to own my own bakery...strictly for cupcakes... one day! Well, this past weekend I thought I would try my hand at making HOMEMADE cupcakes! None of that box stuff, I'm talking flour, eggs, butter, deliciousness, sugar, etc. After an hour or so, here's what came of my efforts:I know, right?!! I did such a great job! And it was very tasty. The only thing that I messed up on was the amount of time I baked the cake. The awesome (Magnolia's) recipe calls for 20-25 minutes. I baked my cakes roughly 23 minutes and it was too much. I always forget that cakes continue cooking even after you remove them from the oven. (Hint, hint!) Next time, I will do 19 minutes and then take them out. (Those pics to come!)

On to the icing. Soooo good! This recipe tastes just like the cupcakes at The Magnolia Bakery. When I went... oh, I have a pic.

(And yes, if you're wondering, that is the "Bakery Bouncer" in the background with the crisp white apron. He definitely asked us how many were in our party! HA!)

So starts my cupcake adventures and up next, chocolate. The natural progression after vanilla I think. (Ebony and Ivory... gotta love it!)

D is for Delicious

2010-02-16T21:11:00.005-05:00

What Bliss

A is for An Education

2010-02-11T22:18:00.006-05:00

So sue me the last two entries were movie reviews, but after seeing 'An Education,' I couldn't not write a review. It was AMAZING! From the doe-eyed lead, Jenny, and the endearing airhead Heather, to the romantic fashions and magical locations, this movie had it all. I absolutely adored the young, brilliant, eager student who only wanted to do what her overbearing, but loving, father wanted her to do. She was focused and determined until the mysterious and charming, David, rolled into her life on that rainy day. From then on, she seemingly, came alive right before our very eyes. She was exploring new things, wearing new clothes, tasting new treats and experiencing a life unhinged.

Without giving anything away, I think that she was a strong enough 16 year old to handle what happened to her and David. She was able to take from that time what she found of value, and managed to continue on with her life; her goals and her dreams. This movie really spoke to me about the importance of coloring outside of the lines. Of trying new things and taking the road less traveled. Even though these experiences might be tough loads to bare, there is something about them that you can learn and grow from. Take no experience, good or bad, and say it was for nothing. There is always something of value in everything you do; no matter how much or how little, but it's up to you to make the distinction and carry it with you.

5 is for 500 Days of Summer

2010-02-08T20:22:00.005-05:00

This weekend I saw 500 Days of Summer. Personally, I thought it was fantastic. The thing I think I liked most, was the way it was so unlike most non-love movies I've seen...ever seen. My general thought pattern, mostly stemming from the fact that I'm a hopeless romantic and some because of society, is movies with a boy and a girl are suppose to be sweet, lovie dovie and romantic with a happy endings. This movie, while (SPOILER ALERT) it didn't have a traditional happy ending, it did, in a weird way, have a ending that was acceptable.

The movie starts on day 488, and from there jumps around telling the story of their on again, off again love-something and how each viewed the wonderful/hateful world of love and life.

While Summer completely destroyed Tom's heart and hope in love in the end, it wasn't without warning. I know this isn't something a true, hopeless romantic would normally say, that's what I got in the end. Maybe I'm not a hopeless romantic anymore....

I loved the notion that, while it completely and utterly sucked in the end, it was real. In life, I've learned that things don't always work out, people let you down, you don't get the job, you get overlooked, you aren't the bride, but the bridesmaid and you come up short.

One of the many quotes from the movie that was hard, but necessary, was this:

"What happened with all of those relationships?"

"What always happens... life."

Life is hard. But it's how you choose to go about it that's the clincher. Maybe that's why I loved this movie so much. I, for the first time, must be starting to understand, and appreciate, the ups and downs of life.

M is for Michelle O.

2010-02-03T21:11:00.010-05:00

Ever since she stepped onto the scene in her kelly green pumps at the inauguration, I have been slightly obsessed with all things Michelle Obama. From her hair and clothes, to her shoes and accessories, she's just got it going on! Being of similar size and stature, I am immediately drawn to her fashion and style. Now when I go shopping, I think back on outfits and pieces I've seen her wear and try to emulate and incorporate those things into my own wardrobe. One of my favorite things about Mrs. O is the way she plays up colors. Who would have thought a mint green tweet skirt, lemon blouse and a purple patent skinny belt with tan pumps would look so stunning! Here are just a few of my favorites:

This first lady's, first class fashions are absolutely fabulous!

R is for Rome

2010-02-01T21:40:00.006-05:00

Earlier today I finally got around to uploading pictures from my trip to Rome and Ethiopia. Here are some from Rome. This place is magical! Take a look...

More from Ethiopia to come...

T is for Texting

2010-02-01T18:03:00.014-05:00

Before you assume this entry is about the recent Oprah episode about the need for people to stop texting, tweeting, BBMing and emailing while driving, it's not. While that's very important, this is about how much I hate how relationships in today's society have moved from talking to texting. I have known too many friends that have been in "relationships" solely based on text messages. Now, this isn't just a quick text here or there to say "goodnight," "I had a fun night," etc. No! These are full blown conversations, lasting HOURS!!! Here's what I think...stop with the texting, man up and talk face to face!

For those of your that have read some of my past entries, you can guess where this is going. Something happened to me, I got fed up and immediately jumped on my computer to tap out my frustrations!

Last year, around November, I was asked if it was OK to give my number to a prospect. After a quick thought....I said YES! Making a long story as short as possible, the guy wrote me a text message later that week and, after a few messages, we set up a time to go to dinner. A few days later, he called just to talk to say hello and that he was looking forward to meeting me. A little out of the blue, but a very nice gesture and something I appreciated. All's well and good until...day of the date. He sends me a text saying something like, "Work came up and I need to reschedule our dinner." To that I replied, "That stinks, but no worries. I understand." After a few moments, my trusty text tone indicated that I had another message. "I'll give you a call next week."

This past week... nearly two and a half months later, I get this text message:

"I know this will be an odd text because we haven't talked in a while but can we eat dinner soon?"

What is that? Why couldn't he be a man and make a phone call. Or better yet, be a man and realize that his time has passed on asking me out! This whole texting as the sole communication in the start of a relationship is crazy. So, in rapping this up, please know, I don't hate texting. I actually love a good text. But when you are texting more than you're talking, there's a problem. Just sayin'!

M is for Mugs, Muffins and Movies!

2010-01-30T15:02:00.007-05:00

This morning I had my Life Group girls over to enjoy a cup of joe, some homemade (yeah, right!) muffins and a fun movie! Cute, right?! Everything was great and perfect for a cold Saturday morning. After the movie, I pulled out my awesome new Mac and one of the Apple savvy girls immediately began showing me the ends and outs, shortcuts and do da's my computer could do. After spending about an hour on Photo Booth, here's just a sample of the almost 50 pictures we took:

I absolutely love love love my new computer. It's super cute and I can't believe all the nifty things I can do on it! Stay tuned, my next Apple tutorials subject...making video confessionals! ;)

M is for MacBook Pro!

2010-01-25T18:37:00.000-05:00

I believe it is only fitting I write my first entry of the year (I know, I'm really working on being a better blogger) on my new toy... a MacBook Pro! My old computer, a lowly Dell, was nearly six years old and on the fritz! There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't have a severe panic attack for fear of losing my life in document form when the blue screen of death popped up. Now, not only do I have a new computer that works when I turn it on, but it plays my iTunes on request and doesn't shut off when I click on a link!!

For some reason, I do believe I will be more active with my blogging all because of this awesome new machine!

More to come...promise!

T is for Truth

2009-10-18T11:39:00.005-04:00

I usually go to church in the afternoon. Today, however, my friend Carrie and I are traveling to Charleston to go to a show, so I wouldn't been able to go at all if I didn't go this morning. Because of this scheduled previous engagement that I didn't want to miss, and because I wanted some worship time today, I decided to go to a new church plant here in Columbia called New Spring. New Spring, in a nut shell, is a mega church based out of Anderson, SC with numerous satellite campuses all over SC.

Once the message began, I was completed moved and consumed by what the Lord was putting on the speakers heart to say. The message was about the end times, and more so, judgement. What would happened when we all show up to that appointment of death? What would the Lord say about you, the way you lived your life and, most importantly, would your name be written in the book of life?

Towards the end of this amazingly powerful message, the speaker told two stories. The first was about a man that lived his life completely and utterly for the Lord. He understood many years prior that he was sinful, that he deserved death, but that the Lord's grace and mercy saved him and that when he died he would be with the Lord, in heaven, forever. He worked his entire life telling people about the love of Christ and growing deeper in His word everyday.

After growing very sick from a disease that was overtaking his body, he asked his wife one morning to bathe him, shave him and dress him because he was going home. "Going home?" she responded, "You're already home." He shook his head and said, "To be with my father." She did as he asked and after he was ready, she took him downstairs and sat him in his favorite chair. In a short time, he lifted his arms and said, "Look at how beautiful the Lord is. Do you see Him? Do you see Him?" His wife said, "No I can't see the Lord, honey." He said in response, "If you could see what I see, you would want to go with me." Moments later, he cried out, "Hallelujah," and started clapping his hands. Not soon after that, he took his final breaths and went home to the Lord.

The second true story, drastically different, was about Joesph Stalin. The pastor said that while Joesph Stalin (atheist, murderer, heartless, terrible individual) was on his death bed, his daughter sat with him and recounted the final moments of her father's life. "Make them stop, Make them stop," Stalin screamed as he threw his arms in the air above his face. His daughter, confused at what her father was talking about said, "What is it? What is it?" "The wolves," Stalin continued to scream, "The wolves!" As Stalin continued to scream and with his final breaths he says, "Dear God, nooooo," and passed away.

Message: What will happen when you die?

T is for Tennis Skirts

2009-09-18T02:41:00.003-04:00

The other day I went to Starbucks for a treat. (Ps. It's really hard going into a place and paying full price for items that a few short months ago I received for FREE!) While in line, I started a conversation with the lady in front of me...go figure. The reason I started talking to her was because of what she was wearing.

"Do you play tennis?" I asked with a smile and in an overly excited voice. "Oh, you're sweet," said replied, while touching my arm with one hand and putting her other hand over her heart. "I don't, I just wear the skirts, they are so comfortable and they make me look like an athlete." "Oh," I said in a perplexed tone which was accompanied by an awkward laugh. "I do...actually play, and I have a skirt that resembles that one." "You actually play," she said, completely shocked and surprised. "I thought everyone just wore them around for fun."

Now, I don't mean to hate. There have been plenty of times that I have thrown on work out clothes for the days errands with absolutely no intentions of doing any kind of exercise activity that day. But, to completely call yourself out and say, "I'M A POSER," is a whole other story!

In my eyes, the tennis skirt, while very cute and super comfortable, is an article of clothing that must only be worn by tennis players! I'm not saying that you even have to be good. I'm saying that you have to have actually stepped foot on a real tennis court and attempted to hit a real tennis ball just ONCE to wear one! That's it. That's your golden ticket. All these ladies that just wear them for fun, pain me. I have put in many a hour, blood, sweat and tears in my tennis skirts. To see them worn as Saturday summer wear is a disgrace! Ladies, take off the tennis skirts and put on a pair of shorts. You haven't earned it!

(Please know I'm just joking...I'm not that serious about tennis skirts...but seriously ladies take them off!)

Q is for Quote

2009-09-03T14:44:00.004-04:00

Growing up I used to be a really big quote person. For birthdays, I would always ask for the calendars with the inspirational saying and words of wisdom then try... for that particular day... to live out my life as parallel as I could to the saying or phrase. More times than not, I would generally forget what saying I was trying to "live out" by 10 a.m., but nonetheless, it was something that was a part of my daily routine.

Today, I am still really moved by quotes, and more so, words. I try, as a much older and wiser adult, to take them to heart a bit more than I used to. Sometimes they sticks; sometimes not. Here is one, however, that I found today, that I just love and will hopefully carry with me for a lifetime.

"The finish line. We're always just one more run, one newer car, one fancier title, one bigger house, one better romance...from a happy ending. Stop in your tracks, and just love where you are." - Skirt September 2009

R is for RUNNER!

2009-09-03T06:24:00.003-04:00

I never in my life would have ever thought that I, Kim Jamieson, would be called a runner. But this morning...just a few minutes ago... I made swift strides right into that title! I just completed a 4.82 mile run! And, to top it off, I really wasn't that tired at the end. In past attempts at running, I failed miserably. During every "run" I would think awful hate thoughts to myself for even trying to accomplish a feat, that was obviously out of my realm of fitness. I used to have to mentally tell myself not to turn around and walk back home to the new bag of salt and vinegar, kettle cooked chips, chocolate chip cookies, popcorn, PBR, pizza and any other pastry I had in my house.

But today, I turned my jams up and kept telling myself, "One step at a time, one step at a time!" So with this new found like...definitely not love yet...for running, I think I am going to officially sign up for my first race. As the training continues, I'll be sure to document my progress...or lack thereof! Keep me... and my legs...in your thoughts as I venture into the wonderful world of running!

W is for Wedding!

2009-08-14T14:23:00.003-04:00

Tomorrow is the big day! My older sister Lillian is getting married and I'm really excited for her. She is marrying a big ole (and by "big ole" I mean 6'5") guy that loves football and has this crazy obsession with all things Clemson. This was something that was very hard for me to get over... seeing as though I am a two-time graduate of THE University of South Carolina!

I can't really believe that this day is actually here. I feel like just the other day, Lillian and I were sharing a room and fighting over who would be the one to get up and turn off the light, making up dance routines to our favorite Michael Jackson hits, staying up late at night watching TGIF, playing doubles together in tennis tournaments, yelling at dad let us sleep a little longer in the mornings, giving each other high fives in the halls at Eastside, swimming for hours at every hotel we stayed in on tennis trips, running around the house like crazy kids when are parents left us home in the summer, writing notes to each other on the back of the offering envelopes in our grandma's church because the service was so long, moving each other into college and so much more.

Even though from here on out, things will be a bit different, she will always be my sister and my heart. We will continue to add to our extensive list of memories and tomorrow I will be able to add, fluffing her veil, calming her nerves, holding her flowers, almost dropping his ring and giving her the biggest hug ever before she pulls off into her new life as Mrs. Lillian Jamieson Johnson!

The ABC's of me!

2009-07-29T15:00:00.002-04:00

Ok, so me and this whole blog thing hasn't really been working out. Initially I had this vision of writing a blog about my everyday life occurrences that would be loved the world over, making me the next chocolate flavored Carrie Bradshaw! Well, since that hasn't really panned out the way I wanted, I started thinking of other things I could do to be more interested and inspired to log on day after day and type my little heart out.

So, here is what I have come up with. This blog isn't going to have any real direction. It's going to be about any and everything I think is fun, interesting, serious, random and ridiculous! Every post will reflect a letter of the alphabet; similar to my blog's name... K is for Kim. It's not going to go in order and I might have 10 posts that all start with the same letter. Like, P is for... fill in the blank!

In doing this, I think it will free me up from thinking that I have to deliver a perfect post every time. I can just write what I want, about what I want, when I want to do it! So, without further ado, here goes my second...or third...(I don't know I've lost count at how many times I've started and stopped this blog!) attempt at the ABC's of me!

Enjoy!

Sara and Kim

2009-06-22T21:47:00.024-04:00

So, I don't necessarily like talking about myself, but I just so happen to be 1/2 of this story, so I really don't think it would work without me! My roommate, Sara and I should have our own TV show. I know that many people think that they are interesting and cool enough to have their own show, but Sara and I really are! Case in point...almost every morning, we have a dance party! It takes seriously dedicated individuals to be willing to get up at 6 a.m. and full out dance like no ones business, and I must say we do it with style. Now, before I moved in, Sara was one of those people that did their own thing in the morning and didn't really talk to anyone until it was time to say, "Alright bye," to the other roommates. Well, me, not knowing this and always at a 10, moves in and on day one, has my Pandora blaring and dropping and popping like it's hot! Now in the mornings, Sara is the main one that puts on her dancing shoes when she hears that beat drop!

Another thing that lends to us getting our own show is that fact that we have a unique talent for reciting useless information...like...I don't know...Bon Qui Qui or "Can I Have Your Number" ! It doesn't matter if we are in the middle of a legitimate conversation with a group of people, if anyone says, "Thank you," we automatically say, "Yeah you welcome," in the best sketchy man/girl voice ever. Or, if someone talks over one of us we don't hesitate to say, (in unison) "Don't interrupt ruuude." Even though both of these You Tube favorites came out last year, we have no fear in quoting them everyday!

In addition to this, Sara and I's TV show would be a hit because we:

-talk to the TV like the people on the program are going to talk back

-down right cry like babies at The Biggest Loser
-regularly refer to the temperature in our drafty house like that of the Cullen's
-call people, not by their names, but by whatever baked good, pasta products or food that pops into our heads
-pause SYTYCD and try to do what they are doing (Ok, ok, that one's just me!)
-say words like "honestly," "seriously," and "really" over and over for added effect

While there are many more things that Say and I do on a daily, I just thought I would point out just a few that would definitely justify us receiving our own TV show! If anyone can make this happen, you can find us at the Cube! (AAHHH! Say that's for you!)

In 11 days...

2009-06-22T15:47:00.005-04:00

I will be on a plane headed for Africa! It seems like just yesterday I was writing a post about wanting to go to this part of the world and now that it's finally here, it all seems a bit surreal. I'm beginning to freak out just a bit, but I know that this trip is going to change my life and I couldn't be more excited!

While in route to Africa, my trip mates and I have a 13 hour lay over in one location. At first, I was like... "Negative, that is awful and I really don't want to go!" (I know, I know, I'm a winy baby!) But then, I was informed where our lay over was going to be and I got so excited! We are going to be spending the day in ROME! Even though I am going to be completely jet lagged, cranky, hungry and tired, I know that my adrenaline will carry me through the historic streets of Rome, Italy. Here is a little preview of what amazing things I'll get to see on this leg of the trip...As the countdown to the big day continues, as well as my everyday random life activities happen, I'll be sure to do better, as once promised, with my posting!

You can thank me later!

2009-04-14T22:37:00.005-04:00

This past Easter weekend, I was home relaxing, watching some TV and eating my all time favorite, Ben & Jerry's Pistachio Pistachio ice cream! After a lot of "nothing" TV, I decided to do one last run through to ensure that I didn't miss anything before heading off to bed. Starting at channel 3, I skipped pasted the 24 hour weather channel, to channel 4, which was a random movie that I didn't even want to start watching because I HATE starting movies in the middle, to channel 5, which was a group of people singing their hearts out, to channel 6. Channel 6 in Greenville, the majority of the time, is a Christian affeliated channel that broadcasts various Christianesk performances. Sometimes it's a group doing interpreative movement (don't hate I did that!), or people talking asking you to call in with prayer requests. Well that night, when I clicked to channel 6, I saw this guy, jumping around, somewhat spastic, throwing paint everywhere. Immediately I was like, "lame," and moved swiftly on to channel 7.

As soon as I hit channel 7, I said to myself, "what the crap was that guy doing." So, kind of annoyed that this guy has now caught my attention, I went back to channel 6. And this is what I saw...
Can You Believe This?

Song of the Hour!

2009-04-07T22:41:00.004-04:00

Your Love Is Strong
Jon Foreman

Heavenly Father
You always amaze me
Let your kingdom come
In my world and in my life
You give me the food I need
To live through the day
And forgive me as I forgive
The people that wronged me
Lead me far from temptation
Deliver me from the evil one

I look out the window
The birds are composing
Not a note is out of tune
Or out of place
I look at the meadow
And stare at the flowers
Better dressed than any girl
On her wedding day

So why do I worry?
Why do I freak out?
God knows what I need
You know what I need
Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong

The kingdom of the heavens
Is now advancing
Invade my heart
Invade this broken town
The kingdom of the heavens
Is buried treasure
Will you sell yourself
To buy the one you've found?

Two things you told me
That you are strong
And you love me
Yes, you love me

Our God in heaven
Hallowed be
Thy name above all names
Your kingdom come
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us today our daily bread
Forgive us wicked sinners
Lead us far away from our vices
And deliver us from these prisons

Justification

2009-04-06T21:43:00.007-04:00

The word, "justify," is, by far, one of my least favorite words. In the secular sense, "justify," to me, means, that one thing is deemed "Ok" because of something else. I hate, more than anything, when people's actions, words and attitudes are "justified" by others. In my life, I have, unfortunately and sadly, been treated badly to only hear from others that the person who wronged me, said or did whatever because they were upset, in a bad mood, stressed or frustrated. What right, does this person have to treat someone else badly just because their day isn't going smoothly? I completely understand that days are tough, things go wrong, issues come up and times get tough, but in all of that, how is it "Ok" to TREAT someone else, a person, like they are nothing? I, so often, have to remember that these individuals that treat me, and others, like this, DON'T OWE ME ANYTHING. People, unfortunately, will always let me down. They will come up short. They will disappoint.

However, being a Christian, I have to remember... constantly, that I can NOT put my self value, self worth, happiness or feelings in other people. But, I can put all of that in the Lord. Being firmly planted and rooted in the Lord means, I find my identity in Him alone, and not in what others say to me, think about me or do to me. Yes...these things definitely still hurt just the same, but the sting of these actions or words are quickly swept away because I fall back on the knowledge and understanding that the Lord is, and will always be, my only constant.

Is that...what I think it is?

2009-03-30T19:53:00.001-04:00

Living in Columbia, I have seen some pretty crazy things, but today takes the cake. After running by my house on my lunch break, I decide to go a different way back...you know, mix it up a bit! Well, as I am cutting through this pretty cute, very pricey neighborhood I saw this older women up ahead pushing a stroller. She was dressed in ankle cut, khaki pants, brown flats, a white popped collar button down shirt and a delightful springy print, multi-colored cardigan. Well, as I was getting closer to her, I kept looking because I really liked her cardigan, and I may or may not have a ridiculous and sometimes overwhelming obsession with them! Taking a closer look at her cardigan, I happened to glance down at the stroller she was pushing and then back to the road. In the quickest double-take I have ever done, I looked back and saw what she was pushing. Now, I know you guys are probably thinking, "Kim, how mean of you to think her grandchildren are ugly!" Oh how I wish I could say it was a kid, but no. It was two dogs! Yes! She was pushing, without a care in the world, two cocker spaniels. While they were the cutest dogs you have ever seen, they were in a STROLLER!

To My Devoted Following...

2009-03-30T13:34:00.000-04:00

I'm sorry for the obscenely long absence. Over the past few months, things have been so busy that I have failed in my duties as the author of a much-loved and requested blog! After receiving two e-mails that said..."I think your blog is broken," and, my personal favorite, "Your blog sucks," (SE) I thought it was due time for me to jump back on the blogging bandwagon and give the people what they want! So, this is just the start of many, regularly written blogs. Hope you enjoy!

Africa or bust!

2009-01-19T17:54:00.000-05:00

For the past couple of years, I have been dying to go to Africa! Not only have I been wanting to experience this culture that is so different from my own, but I want to live, touch and see where my ancestors are from...CP stop!! Well, at lunch the other day I was talking with one of my new best friends/kindred spirit, Kate, about how much I wanted to go to Africa and would you know, she said, "My family is planning a mission trip there this summer!" WHAT! What are the odds of that?! Well me...not being shy about inviting myself places (UL!)...jumped right on the badgering bandwagon and asked Kate as many questions as I could about my next mission trip! I was so sure that I was going to go until...BOMBSHELL...Kate told me that it would be a 17 day trip. When I heard that, my ecstatic attitude turned to "Woe-is-me"/ "Why-Why" with hands on head in 0.2 seconds. I thought...there is no way that I will be able to take that much time off from my fancy new job...I'm too important to be gone for so long! (JK!)

With a somewhat disappointed disposition and a pout, I left Kate and went back to work. The whole time I was suppose to be working I was thinking about how this whole "Kim-will-never-get-to-go-to-Africa-Ha-Ha-trick" was not cool and getting way old! I starting thinking, "No, I'm going to do something about this. I feel called to go to Africa and by golly (yeah...I know...I just said/wrote "golly") I will make it happen." Not moments after having this somewhat encouraging and empowering thought, the sweet face of my old College Minister and great friend Angela popped into my head. Angela not only is the College Minister at my home church, but she is also head of Missions....and is Copper's mom/Scout's aunt/Ralph and Ragina's daughter/Matty's sister/Cotton's sister-in-law...you get the point! Anyway, with a dash and a flash I was off my chair and digging in my oh-so-cute new green clutch for my phone to call Angie...a shorten name my mom insists on calling her even though she HATES it! (HA!) After a few nail biting rings, sweet Angela answered the phone with her usual, "Hey girl!" "ANGELA," I said in an octave to high for office environment. "I really want to go to Africa. Are there any trips planned this summer to go?" (Insert God here) "Actually," said Angela, "we are are going to Ethiopia in July for 10 days!" "WHAT...REALLY...SHUT UP...ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" "Yes," Angela said with a laugh. "I take it you want to go?" "Go," I exclaimed, "Angela, I'm already there!"

And with that, I verbally committed to going on this trip and promised to leave my beloved blanky (there might have been an incident on another trip) at home, prepare my heart for non "lap-of-luxury" accommodations and have an open heart and mind because God was about to rock my world!

See where I am going by clicking---> HERE!

I'm Just Going To Say It...

2009-01-06T23:09:00.000-05:00

I would love to be an news anchor! There...I said it! It's out in the open and I can finally breathe freely! Every since I was a little girl, I knew this was a deep passion of mine. In the mornings when my mother was braiding my hair and working herself into a tizzy trying to find the perfect coordinating bows, ribbons, scrunches and do-da's, I was glued to the "Today Show" fervently trying to mimic everything the anchors and news reporters were doing. Literally every morning, while eating my non-frosted, strawberry Pop-Tarts or spooning in some Crispix and just enough 2% so they would be crunchy until the very end, I would recite (in unison with the broadcaster)..."Live from studio 1-A in Rockefeller Plaza, with Katie Couric and Matt Lauer, this is Today on NBC." My mom, in the most encouraging voice you can imagine would say, "Kimberly, you know that if your heart longs to be on TV then you can do anything you set your mind to!"

Now, ump-teen years later, I finally took my mother's "after school special" advice and jumped on the opportunity to do a promotional video for my church! Having the chance to get mic-ed up and read off a teleprompter was the best experience for a once little girl that dreamed of the bright lights and big city! So, below is my very first "news caster" experience! Hope you enjoy! (What I'm talking about is pretty amazing and you can learn more about it at TOMSshoes)

Game, Set, Serena!

2009-01-03T22:26:00.000-05:00

A couple weeks ago my friends and I went to...dare I say it for fear of complete humiliation..."Rock-N-Racquets" to see Serena Williams and the smoking hot Andy Roddick. Being the avid player and fan that I am, I knew this was something that I really wanted to attend. Walking up to the doors of the arena, I noticed there weren't too many people outside and I right away thought, "Yes! Not too many people have heard about this, and Serena and I will become best friends!" Well would you know, not a half second after I completed that wishful thinking thought, I opened the doors to the lobby to a sea of florescent yellow volleyball sized tennis balls, racquets, posters, T-shirts, racquet bags, calendars, shoes and pictures held by overly excited and yelling parents, kids and coaches. After seeing this, I immediately went into the "I-refuse-to-look-as-stupidly-star-struck-as-you-people-do"! Being the always calm, cool and collected individual that I am...(wink!) I stood "uninterested" with my friends, waiting on my friend to arrive with my free ticket (that happened to be accompanied with a box seat!).

After I had been poked in the back with 2 racquets and nudged forward by a 1999 U.S. Open T-shirt clad tennis mom, we had finally made it through the turn stile. As we made our way up the stairs to the promenade area were the events celebrities (including Gavin Rossdale, Justin Gimelstob and John Isner) were perched at a signing table, we noticed that the line for autographs had nearly tripled before our very eyes. Not really wanting to stand in this outrageous line for scribble scratch that I would constantly have to say, "It really does say Serena Williams," I made the executive decision to bypass the line and head for the box.

Around the corner, we ran into my friend (with the tickets) and stopped to chat. After a few cordial causalities my "comp ticket and box seat hook-up" informed me that standing ever so closely to my right was someone that I should go talk to. Laughing off the weak try at a "go-get-your-mack-on" ploy, I glanced to my right to see a younger looking guy wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt, black workout pants and "tennis" tennis shoes...and yes there is a difference...with ear buds in place and arms crossed leaning ever so coolly against the wall. Turning back to my friend I asked why he was such a big deal, and what could I possibly want to talk with him about. As if that next moment was taken straight out of "The Sandlot" when Squints was telling the story about the lost ball over the fence and he says "FOOOORREVVVER," my "comp ticket and box seat hook-up" said..."TTTHHHAAT'SSS
SEEERRREENNNAAA'SS HHIIITTTING PAAARRRTTNEEER!!!"

No sooner did the word "hitting" come out of my friend's mouth, I had made my way across the room and was standing, hand out and ready, beside my now (second-to-Serena) new best friend. I immediately introduced myself and told the guy that my friend insisted that I come over and meet him. In a strong and somewhat difficult to understand German accent, the guy said hello and introduced himself, shaking my hand. Without wasting one precious second and without hesitation I said, "So, you're Serena's hitting partner huh?!" The guy, looking a bit taken a back by my sometimes overpowering "Kim" ways said yes, smiled, looked at me a bit strangely and began to put his ear buds back in. With my thoughts on future connections I, without thinking, reached out and grabbed his arm, somewhat pulling it down and said, "You know, I would love to play with her." Looking around nervously for the closest bodyguard, then glancing at me, the guy said with a laugh, "Do you play?" Do I play, I thought, pah...he doesn't even KNOW me! (CP!)

Trying not to be offended that this kid hadn't followed my tennis career from Germany, I told him a resounding, "Yes." To my utter shock the young guy, looking now somewhat interested, asked me where I was from. "Well Greenville of course," I said, with a brush off of my shoulders! "Is that anywhere near Charleston," the young guy asked. "Well, no, but it can surely be near Charleston." At this moment in the conversation, my heartbeat began to speed up and my always present perma-grin was beginning to make it's appearance. "If you know how to play and would like to hit with her, we will be in Charleston in April and I can see about setting something up for you." After staring at him in complete shock for a good 10 seconds, I said, with a slight stutter, "Umm wh ye yes I would want love oh my wha that would be amazing yes!!"

From that point on was a blur of ya da ya da's until e-mail addresses were exchanged and promises were made! I know the rest of the night fun things happened, but what...I don't really know. All I do know is that I now must get back into tennis shape, cross my fingers that this guy is a man of his word, pick out the cutest tennis dress and get ready for this opportunity of a life time!

New Year, New Blog!

2009-01-02T11:53:00.000-05:00

After much coaxing from friends and fellow tech savvy co-workers, I have succumbed to their persistent peer pressure and jumped on the blogging bandwagon! Being the somewhat obsessive compulsive person that I am, I really wanted to have a specific theme for my blog; similar to my "Love" themed pink Hello Kitty diary that I cherished when I was 17...I mean 7! Anyway, the most creative thing I could come up with was an "Alphabet Blog." I know, I know that sounds a bit crazy, but what I had in mind was picking a word at random everyday that started with the next letter in the alphabet. Cool huh? Well, it would be cool, but my entire blogging career would be over in just 26 short days. So, instead of doing that everyday, I am going to incorporate that idea in my blog at random...so keep an eye out for my thoughts on various words.

As for this first ever blog entry, I thought I would just share a little about myself...so here goes:

I am/was/like/etc....
Born and raised in Greenville, SC/G-Vegas/greatest city in South Carolina-Have one sister, Lillian, who is pretty much the coolest person ever-Love love love to play tennis and wear cute/coordinating outfits-Afraid of cats-Could live off cotton candy-Cherish my friends-Am a hopeless romantic-Love laughing-am 6'1- A Christian- Could watch movies all day- Hate when random strangers tell me that I'm tall...cause I know that!-Love to sing...even though I can't-Could wear dresses everyday-Still have a banky and I'm not ashamed-A sudo vegetarian- Will buy a drink just because the bottle is cool- Am loud- Obsessed with my mom- Wants a Blackberry- Love airports- Worked at Starbucks-Never wear heels- Easily sucked in to reality TV shows like The Biggest Loser, The Hills and Top Chief- Obsessed with Salt-n-Vinegar kettle cooked chips- Love the word grace and all that it stands for- The queen of throwing surprise parties- Never leave my house without chap stick/lip gloss/lip stick-Enjoy long walks- Too sensitive- Want to open a cupcake shop- Love live music-Love life!

So that's a bit about me. Nothing fancy, just me being me! :)