tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39219158197897161642024-02-19T08:09:15.416-08:00The Barlow'sOur Eternal AdventureKierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-50096858815272288842011-07-12T12:23:00.001-07:002012-01-16T17:11:24.381-08:00Here is the post to catch you up on the last six months of my life. The fact that I can do it with less than ten pictures is really saying something about my life as of lately!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><strong>Feburary 16th:</strong> The boy came home. FINALLY! Two years is way too long to be without him. I refuse to ever do it again even though it was an experience that made me grow a lot.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628549388710720674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0Z04aV5T55ezwDpJCcSakaOrxhbKKwVRbBlQYsOk71KP9MdVfNRRXE9hBLU_zubuW5-BnKPrMH-pch2oxSd7LTCJ-Dl2D445aDVO68j8EdyesjtTdP2cOqR7Mx1Sbg7Qy1IMUDrz4Woe/s320/homecoming.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><strong>April 28th:</strong> After using what felt like every ounce of patience I have, I got engaged. It was awesome and so totally worth the wait. Everything turned out even better than I had imagined.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628549814037999730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1g9x3UmT_6DBQVE8R4BzOALDqzAPE3rjEzW0FacRp80tCBsTvz_-xmAPPjn_ydp103lbrkQcyykI3KaDBFiWFu3NdyPmM2iQE08ppPimltbS8M4mV7-0EM9ECjYW-kvbDHiB9-bTh_hxk/s320/ring.jpg" /><strong>First week of May:</strong> After a crazy 4 months, I completed my first semester at SUU and fourth semester of college. Finals week really got the best of us, but I'm happy to report we all survived. I turned in my last scantron and headed back down to sunny Saint George to live until Qualyn and I got an apartment in Cedar City.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628550142079411218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnKs3YzmpOOsHC5AD8iJhOiDYgFuZKsHKZoP0aTJnizUzgzzgT_9tzGwQptLglVEIyvD921drS2fnTg7IHV29n7IXxG6WmFuKSvQRX5WJl4_7AGFW4l-W_PpvwJZj1CU6_pQrZYl3e4U5/s320/finals+week.jpg" /><strong>May-July:</strong> These months are all a blur. Between trying to plan a wedding, driving back and forth to work in Cedar City, and living the life. It's a miracle I'm still alive. I spent lots of time with friends and have stayed sane for the most part. We are now just ten days away from the most anticipated day of my life and I could not be more happy that it is finally here. Here's to a new adventure!!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628550150919205042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9OPQK_1ql77ct_Ae2r11SbkrFXS7mmPIJtxL5EUcLKpxq9uj6M5VTqQCEc0M_RymocF37Hz0mhY4W6gscJQSOhTq-X1TmYJsx4Y-Zpe60VmHrSfG6NWjoRe5Vd4XjS46p-skP3E5K8VC/s320/_MG_1536a.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628550144884480610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YY5AH-dLM7Lfrcs8Dcz8w3yoefK4i8y4gBypg7dNgZYvlp_IW3qO_Q5T2IIeQc6C0NoPvRJCBwl4jdQNiB0T_ySanQSIOgoLkbo_1DvxehzUed5q_HVSq0UKhjGfStVnAfnL4gQp9ex6/s320/bridal.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-50404453971247291232011-02-06T23:25:00.000-08:002011-02-06T23:34:31.855-08:00God Gave Me You<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlh0X2uKwRcFCyzqmvmuyUlF-AxPbyS4fQDuErpbUBf5sRt7B6KSFvaRB0FXIqFw_JTQIqsLGZTVwG_PXfdQN59eendRBpCT2XFUDp6TbWL6mzMZVT3Mgb_bYfoeParYVt5uVDPlhe4av/s1600/Feb+28%252C+2009+46.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570846341258109650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlh0X2uKwRcFCyzqmvmuyUlF-AxPbyS4fQDuErpbUBf5sRt7B6KSFvaRB0FXIqFw_JTQIqsLGZTVwG_PXfdQN59eendRBpCT2XFUDp6TbWL6mzMZVT3Mgb_bYfoeParYVt5uVDPlhe4av/s320/Feb+28%252C+2009+46.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I’ve been a walking heartache</div><div align="center">I’ve made a mess of me</div><div align="center">The person that I’ve been lately</div><div align="center">Ain’t who I wanna be</div><div align="center">But you stay here right beside me</div><div align="center">Watch as the storm goes through</div><div align="center">And I need you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">God gave me you for the ups and downs</div><div align="center">God gave me you for the days of doubt</div><div align="center">For when I think I’ve lost my way</div><div align="center">There are no words here left to say, it’s true</div><div align="center">God gave me you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">There’s more here than what were seeing</div><div align="center">A divine conspiracy</div><div align="center">That you, an angel lovely</div><div align="center">Could somehow fall for me</div><div align="center">You’ll always be love’s great martyr</div><div align="center">Ill be the flattered fool</div><div align="center">and I need you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">God gave me you for the ups and downs</div><div align="center">God gave me you for the days of doubt</div><div align="center">For when I think I’ve lost my way</div><div align="center">There are no words here left to say, it’s true</div><div align="center">God gave me you</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570846337792110226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5GhaDDbrKmeMKqy6ljUQ15bXF6ZFoBR9OHsEpQERLdnbg3oShZSVw7FcA8EQYnuWRFupx-YSH9g7iaICP7S9K9e2h-9tt4mcYyX3I91Lw5m4jwLBm8YaTYIcj7QY4X6cJKFrwfkVfVtC/s320/Feb+28%252C+2009+44.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">On my own I’m only</div><div align="center">Half of what I could be</div><div align="center">I can’t do without you</div><div align="center">We are stitched together</div><div align="center">And what love has tethered</div><div align="center">I pray we never undo</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">God gave me you for the ups and downs</div><div align="center">God gave me you for the days of doubt</div><div align="center">God gave me you for the ups and downs</div><div align="center">God gave me you for the days of doubt</div><div align="center">For when I think I’ve lost my way</div><div align="center">There are no words here left to say, it’s true</div><div align="center">God gave me you, gave me you. Gave me you. </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570846331841927490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cc20ZFuT7UqextIk7VM1rZ0WJkXTF_NfvXLRKukOQKPdwT0r3-7VV0TSPxokqDWO8OaYeefC8rdmhJlASr0u3ka99R-fpauHmfFt1VikZuMGA97bFOnrHdTvvd_7ajPHCzWYWbHV6aux/s320/Feb+28%252C+2009+03.jpg" border="0" /></p><p> </p>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-77579202211175792882011-02-06T20:25:00.000-08:002011-02-06T23:19:06.188-08:00My Cup Runneth Over....95% of the Time!!<div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart” -Eleanor Roosevelt</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have so much to be grateful for in my life. I was talking to my roommates this morning about how I feel like I am constantly crying and the only way I knew how to describe it was, "My cup runneth over...95% of the time!!" Which is where this blog post comes from. I wanted to let some people know how much they have changed my life because I know I dont find the words to say it enough.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>MOM</strong></div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570802806623976130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOG6Es-d2cABwxL2aalOcu3Z6lOiyurPub5ZBgZ2KYIIc7xSgv6fF9MnYJIBdj6lNY2Fc4L5s9vwaayN4wCPVZW9rEHERjz4sgpCZr6fNTkeT4Txi4dqUNzm-com0TGQ0WAuRG0txVC0Dq/s320/Thanks+Mom.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><br />This is my mother. She gave me her pretty brown hair. Looking back over my life, it is easy to recall so many sacrifices she made for me that almost always went unnoticed. The two of us don't always see eye to eye but I think that adds to the beauty of our relationship. You can't see the good in things if you never experience the bad. I know there must of been a few times were she wanted to take me out of this world for good but she always remained patient and stuck with me. When I moved out of the house, I caught myself doing things exactly the way she had my entire life and finally realizing why they were always done that way. She has taught me so much. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life learning even more from her. I love you, Mom!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>DAD</strong></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570820751749099042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPsDChEwNMSJf5HybbUcAjZnB64U_S2bRqLp3KQqf0jPztbvHLizmwv59NDImSb5O2NuObPGz94iR66_zdA0Va0cqasOL2z4C_sYlMRNkXI02bonpLyU2GQAW3v_jm1utbRwOaVON2vqT/s320/Thanks+Dad+2.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">This is my Dad. He has salt and pepper hair but in the recent years it has lost all its pepper. He gave me my grey hair genes. What a sweetie! It took me a long time to realize how much he had to give up for me to have a somewhat normal childhood. I feel like my Dad is one of the most underappreciated people on this planet. He works himself to the ground and I rarely hear him complain. He always tells me not to use credit cards and whether or not the insurance that people try to sell me is good or not. I know if I have a question he will always find me the answer. I love you, Dad!<br /></p><br /><div align="center"><strong>JOSTLYN</strong></div><br /><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570824526983672338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4WAUC3F37Fs_bALGmT7bajQvmPfKR-xBTDhc_sSMR_x3bYqee2gbyWtsf6Kd8vsTlgM6R4rhIKMm1yziihkU2z7hg1WkdjxbcgvD5dHYByyURN9Z0keLqjDRBGOwkcTdmB6MQcEG3PtQC/s320/Thanks+Jostlyn.jpg" border="0" /></strong><br />This is Jostlyn. I feel safe calling her a sister. After we graduated, we embarked on a great adventure together. We moved into apartment I-7 at the end of July 2009 and the rest is history. We had a night when we stayed up and cried together spilling our guts and some of our darkest secrets. I believe that is the night we bonded forever. She taught me that so many things are justifiable depending on how you look at them. (Especially eating a Del Taco burrito every night at midnight for weeks.) We failed together, we succeeded together, and best of all we learned to love each other! I love you, Jost!<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>CIERA</strong></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570826607601223810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6P_rNjsSkD73oxA72ZI4D3jWfBDuy2Qg_0CFOnHHE_Hz0GABT-DiO2dzPDA6YMXAGvq7Fx-_slaf4ZGDBfb6Hsrn0OMUQZlKZrkbvVJft59hq-K9M3tC3r-prmKbwd7wXaGMFD-ZM08Py/s320/Thanks+Ciera.jpg" border="0" /><br /> This is Ciera. She is quiet until you get to know her. She always remembers birthdays and gives exceptional cards. She also lived with Jostlyn and I in the promised land of I-7. She was always staying on top of her school work, keeping oragnized and making goals. Ciera is a do-er. If there is something that needs to be done, she will do it. She is probably the only reason the dishes ever got done at our apartment. We always talk each other down when we are having a moment of freak out and we LOVE the sims. Ciera still teaches me by example that if you stick with something you can always accomplish it. I love you, Ciera!<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>KATE</strong></div><br /><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570828359988149762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51vO1SxoRgdYjRRdMxZ65ZHVFjtXgnKmGIXYMJXdJ2FMbnaaIUz4xldA3twnYvPQOlXNCbuKF_kUWiwNOL_i1Dj9-EwPuoCBCaf1E-sciF_TQPMBJgm9Q7N2CF96kMddsmclpfzGtR3Ss/s320/Thanks+Kate.bmp" border="0" /></strong><br />Say hello to Kate. Don't let the horns fool you! Kate is the most honest person I know. The greatest part of her honesty is she has such an eloquent way of saying things that even though she may be putting you right in your place, it still sounds like the sweetest thing you have heard all day. She has taught me that relying on the gospel can get you through anything and family is where its at whether they are blood or not. I am absolutely certain Kate and I will be friends for life. I love you, Kate!<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>MERILEE</strong></div><br /><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570830222870387218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQTB0qZvURDK4mc1zhfZ191Iw7EPHFaFuMDIO327Qp49usROUD-fgT4FRWHwnyzENyQzDv4GA_dM6xGWXGgLr4nnIyptTpUuZ5Hx4U5wAn219xblrgFImjSBLC_Tv72lmEPYOIZAHsjgk/s320/Thanks+Mer.bmp" border="0" /></strong><br />Please meet Merilee. Mer is the one who understands me better than I do myself most days. She strongly believes in gratitude and if you are lucky you may just get a surpise thank you note from her someday. They are always heartfelt! Mer is the nurturing one in my life and usually ends up giving me a hug when I cry. Fall semester 2010 bonded us forever. We are sisters and that is that. I love you, Mer!<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>ALYSSA</strong></div><br /><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570831563298963794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDhROzU5mN79GT_AQdf9X7WEyV52OkCrO1VBp37Dln4IgQRTFXYQxcmuSA6vvRyom6hYwdGfJebQQ0I_-RN3m89pUmA103CeJvfPyKTrowPa-7t0Ud3_kkld6FAQUDV-ADcMCEhi8rwVWh/s320/Thanks+Alyssa.bmp" border="0" /></strong>Hola to Alyssa! Lys is my favorite sister. We long ago decided to drop the "step" because neither of us are evil so it doesn't really apply to us. We have really great memories of the Washington City pool before they tore it down. Her size was always a 12 and mine was a 14. We made club houses and walked to the gas station to get slushes. We even had plans to retire and start our own candy shop. She is a good sport when we all call her names (Special Sweet and Lea Michelle for example). We are the coolest aunts and like to spoil our neice and nephew. Alyssa and I will forever be the classiest members of the family. Stuck together to the end! Alyssa has taught me to roll with the punches and dream big. Even if you never make it on that cross country vacation, you will always have something to look forward too right?! I love you, Lys! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>SHAWNESSY<br /></div></strong><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570833077582951634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLHB2_vXKGdVBhQ59oTik_4jV4INDpLZIaZKYKW1yRU2l-PYycJnT1gmW1AazIjoNav9Y39BD96S-AazJw3h6nHklgjk1mIV6G2_Culy95F6Pope3p51p3vIv9qEJexnPFHdypfCbhgG7/s320/Thanks+Shawnessy.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">This is Shawnessy. She is the pretty lady second from the back. She is my oldest friend. We met in 1st grade and haven't quit loving each other since. Her middle name is Harlo. She loves to dance and I know she will do it until the day she dies. She is definitely one of the chillest people I know. Even when life gets busy and we are miles apart, she always finds time to let me know she is thinking of me. Shawnessy and I have been through some unspeakable heartaches together and I know that as hard as they were, we have become better friends and people for it. Shawnessy has taught me to "believe in yesterday". I love you, Shawn!!<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>KATY</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570834554879275458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ85gnSN-Y2WQGoFJb4CNdlQKXvRwIh5OrqNyEghhiJw-ziJZaoKCoN6D0rbSenmIuDSWjd-iZKcN1hC2qh2yLgHlbQ_5GfC-nDO6y5FIPD01cMqLkhTDQgxDmCivMLirfWt3Kx0rYzlw/s320/Thanks+Katy.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></strong><br />This one here is Katy. She and Kate feel very passionately about their red hair. She is absolutely hilarious. I am constantly laughing when she is around. She hates to be touched but will occassionally let me get a loose hug because she knows I love them. The number one thing this like firecracker has taught me is to love everyone. She has shown me that we do not have the right to judge and we should always have a passion for the things we believe. She has taught me to be myself. I love you, Katy!</p><br /><div align="center"><strong>MARLA<br /></strong></div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570835686531450130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehcB4bxkavnclJrBbtUhoIIpAyDvokfXMPbNkDYTiLbhFT5jJvGBxJK5xCRENpBEvFd13b-T_K7Y_9W5oEiESh39V0fsG7tuv5KpzD_1j4qxwugJWU7OyhpEPqcwZkbPNZuiLMRke_48G/s320/Thanks+Marla.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />This is Marla. Katy brought her into our lives. She is a total blessing to us all. She puts her whole heart into everything she does. She refuses to do important things half way. She is my friend that I know will always be willing to lend a hand whenever I need help. I am excited for the future and the things to come for us. I love you, Marla!<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><strong>QUALYN</strong></div><br /><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570836909080059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj211NeNrJLVvF-Z0Kz2K0tqGyXqzaTU004ed4tEClGDQO37jrjKWCzhuIrVqK-HIsAO2I6F5rLO0DuaYHe0zMXwunT96p6sqTcnV1kiH6bR5Fc3XBHmNi3E3g3axR7IfxTsmv2xR9Ubz8/s320/Thanks+Qualyn.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></strong><br />This friends, is Qualyn. Where do I even start with him. I completely know that I wouldn't be the person I am today without him. This boy, gave me the silent treatment for weeks in order to get through to me and I am so grateful he did. I can't picture my life or where I would be if he hadn't stepped in. He has helped me to grow, learn, and build a stronger testimony. I am so proud of him and everything he has accomplished. I love you, Qualyn!<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><strong>JODI</strong></div><br /><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570838010954540994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQSRr8g0lLib4YSf2sFO3kuZayAGmRAD8XQ1K7Ye3zl3U_nPEj7Z6cugAcHbUm6EKRUnQUp1cNn-83hHwX9VU4WlENi-LP-5pqVsejPNL0n7hg9BLq6B2S9w9O0oNCnFCKTD5l8jqN4b72/s320/Thanks+Jodi.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"></strong><br />Jodi Lee. We have the same middle name. She is my friend who knows the most about me. In times of crisis, I would always run next door and she would drop everything to be there for me. Her family fed me dinner everynight for months on end. One day it had rained and we put mud on every inch of our bodies and ran to show her mom. We have always been implusive. I was always jealous of her blonde hair and blue eyes. She has taught me that taking leaps of faith can sometimes pay off. I love you, Jod! </p>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-57875342487256540542011-01-16T23:10:00.000-08:002011-01-16T23:32:14.280-08:00The end of a decade, but the start of an age.I have reached a new chapter of my life. This chapter is definitely one of the most scary, stressful times of my life. There are so many new and exciting things happening that sometimes I find that my head is totally spinning.<br /><br />First change. I moved. I left Saint George. Saint George has been my home for seventeen years. I grew up there. I know where all the restaurants and businesses are. I know the college campus. I put my things in the car and drove up the freeway 49 miles to Cedar City to go to school at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SUU</span>. Cedar City is cold and unfamiliar and small. There is not a doubt in my mind that this is exactly where I am suppose to be. I am so grateful that I find it is constantly reaffirmed to me that I am in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing.<br /><br />Second change. Even though this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hasn't</span> happened yet, it is so close I can taste it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Qualyn</span> is coming home. He flies in February 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> at 9:30 P.M. What do you do when the thing you have been waiting for is actually going to happen? If anyone has the secret please give me a call! I have never been so excited and nervous all at once. Even in all of these emotions, I know things will become comfortable again quickly. He is my rock. My constant. And the one who knows me way better than I know myself. I couldn't be more happy that he is finally coming back.<br /><br />These two things that really don't seem so drastic will change everything. I know by moving I will meet people who I need as well as people who need me. I completely believe that each person that comes into your life has a specific purpose. I could easily make a list of people who have changed my life and the list continues to grow. The Lord is aware of the things we need. Today I found this quote.<br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>"God does watch over us and does notice us, but it usually through someone<br />else that he meets our needs." — Spencer W. Kimball<br /></blockquote><br />I am grateful for a loving Father in heaven who knows me personally and sends exactly what will meet my needs by the perfect means. I am excited for this new page to turn in my life and even though its a little unnerving for a worry wart like me I can't wait to see what it brings!Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-55153826321488155592010-12-13T18:03:00.000-08:002010-12-13T19:00:32.185-08:00Things Learned Fall Semester 2010This weekend was bittersweet. It was loads of fun but we knew at the end, there would have to be a goodbye. We managed to bowl, travel, sing our hearts out, and even survive a few awkward situations. On Saturday we ventured out to Saint George. First, we caused a little havoc in the Red Robin then one thing lead to another and we ended up in the classy Play and Trade. This is where we found the video game that may change life as we know it. Singstar...80's version. It of course, took up most of our time for the rest of the weekend. It is definitely one of the greatest investments of my life. Here's some pictures of this weekend.<br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550361507620576082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuq6n6-CKRIdeFsCzLHp9ESZUGG8pKi-pSuvod5qnPkfsX9Tbww4Nrc3AIoudtNZBpqrDdNfNxhpEyejCfsEnnYOaSTNLfh2pIDDtzOVzIbyB8UM2p3k-IIyX2difT8S3c1ntz6OG-rfhK/s320/SDC11052.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550361500187136386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u9bjYP0WcSQSjAm5z7m_JtHafub01lUom5eH90F2YKxfGAxQZjJJpwuyaH5CR5GNUfeFjXUWF5o96wDl-a590W0TnwmLSm_SvZrEc6mDSYYLKddGxnB-o_HoWp8ec46a1gT5dPSbcUC8/s320/SDC11029.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550361496129937570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4qClWqlVguU8QcIqJ4qmL9W7f0tk9s0W_j7U8ShDqcmfnaUVL6qiLXbQQqb89IKfrxLSmhMLV9ePsQ1xC_PuFVf4W2DNFyE8tscHrqCmVBARpWi3Uc0-ZHJyrvNkpqotW-lVCDDbYO7b/s320/SDC11027.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550361492794228210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1vTaHAOC20h0plS64M7AVg6pLl_MDY0X3eBE_AZwHk5uttY85R0Y3Mq0iAcKzHmk7LjPoqiMH6CYZIXCfBlobaRuEeOD7UpcVxcI-alkezqKX85odksoSAF_2-vW02B0B0VKSrboe6YD/s320/SDC11040.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Yesterday after a wonderful Sunday dinner all the girls and I got started talking about things we had learned during this semester. I must say we came up with quite a few excellent life lessons and I wanted to share some of my favorites. It's amazing how much four months of experiences can teach you.<br /><br /></div><ol><li>Never judge a person by their outer appearance or their habits whether you agree with them or not.</li><li>Everything happens for a reason.</li><li>Love, laughter and good advice can heal anything!</li><li>Sometimes the things you are searching for are right in front of you and all you really have to do is open your eyes and look for them.</li><li>People close to you should accept you for who you are.</li><li>As long as you have your people, you can make a home and a family.</li><li>You don't need a man to make you feel whole.</li><li>You are never alone. People are straegically placed in your life right when you need them and you can always turn to your Heavenly Father if you feel lonely.</li></ol><div>As we started discussing each item as a group we realized that college's lessons go so much further than the textbooks and courses. Some of us are still unsure exactly what our major is and a lot of the time we wonder, "What am I putting myself through this torture?" These life lessons are the reason we need to be there. It's not always about the grade, but about how we learn to love, laugh and adapt. I can't wait for another semester of learning. College life goes on in 2011!</div></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-14693407784461384792010-12-07T21:03:00.000-08:002010-12-07T21:29:34.690-08:00When you are considering faking your own death....The last two weeks of the semester should be illegal. Period. Between final assignments, projects and tests plus the fact that most teachers run out of time and begin to cram most of us are close to tears by the end of every day. As I was walking into class today I sent my sister Alyssa a text. Our conversation went as follows:<br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548178167967965250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50N558DhzT8XfPe-6__8LBBPJciEjYCJOxu-bO5ytGlwMsmFRaCPxizfvLdxog7im2PLx4OyLYK5BxPBQ7CBr2NOlaW7Bq8-2icKCUUoSr6ZEQQoBy2ptQRbiGUimzB3n6cr7RCm3DWpG/s320/dream+team.bmp" border="0" /><br /><blockquote><strong>Me:</strong> Thought. What if I faked my own death...just until after finals?<br /><strong>Alyssa:</strong> ha ha fatal car crash together?<br /><strong>Me:</strong> I love this idea. Lets get this taken care of tonight.<br /><strong>Alyssa:</strong> But my last final is today.<br /></blockquote></div><br /><div>Since I wouldn't have my partner in crime, we decided that faking our own death just to get out of finals wasn't such a good idea. I carried on with my day feeling stressed and overwhelmed with life. After school, work, a visit to my dear friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jostlyn</span>, and I biology test I couldn't wait to get home. I knew that today could be the day that I would get a letter. I hurried up the highway and stopped by the mailbox to see. I opened it and right on top was a beautifully colored red, white and blue envelope. Now if you have never had the joy of receiving a letter of this sort let me tell you about it. They do not come often. (The last time I received one was 13 weeks ago.) It is always worth the wait! Each one brings new hope and faith for life and usually makes you feel like you can do just about anything. This one was even better than normal. As I read through everything written on the page, my testimony was so incredibly strengthened I couldn't believe it. I had a confirmation that I have a loving Father in heaven who really does have a plan for me and is always willing to help me. We all have things we struggle with and sometimes those things change depending on the day. One of the constants for me is faith. I have a quote on my wall that reads:</div><div><blockquote>"Faith is not believing that God can it is knowing that he will."<br /></blockquote></div><div> </div><div>After today, I realize this simple truth is so important to remember. We are loved. Our Father is just waiting to help us and all we have to do is ask. After today, I am ready to face finals. So go ahead college education...hit me with your best shot!</div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-42443677481120160262010-11-09T19:13:00.000-08:002010-11-09T20:16:57.136-08:00Things That Make Me SmileI have officially been scolded for not blogging enough. I know I'm a slacker but life gets in the way. Since I am so not in the homework mood tonight, I think I'll go ahead and let it pile up even more while I blog. There are some things my life that make me smile. Period. I always have little moments that make me realize just how blessed I really am. Things like:<br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:0;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761869432164690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFYas68qIK9GB64Qo2qMO_eNwjuz1megQicJLhsd1BNId6gfM8qFw5S0hDB3uVQRYeD_CU5VHT6x7Dpg5qSYeRDDhYCnO2-ygi1m9kMDPCWpAifQmsJL_lczpCeWJuawCSzRY6ODNThHp/s320/Favorite+things+12.jpg" border="0" /></p></span><div align="center"><strong>Accomplishing something great!</strong> (My graduation in May 2009.)<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761874308728802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxjz4maBpfn2XT4f6Xy9kR7Gvujc1bX9muHCu98ucWNKtj3wR3T8TDMocwq4r6nQU4GBj4shWeJ25-5xn6SjkQEvIotYUMvk1HDdJHxlzUen_XU3gE3RP8wTnEgye8TKk8vPx3hRSBNVQ/s320/Favorite+things+13.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Learning something new!</strong> (Jostlyn and I ice skating New Years Eve 2009.)<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761867158996114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4F4jISuGOFpKL30vnlBnWH6GJyJgAVLkrvZUBv_JZmwPmhufnZC4qo6oJ-66D6yRy080pzL9WzeVHXIwO5wi3ysfFN39NbDoL9n8FnoGAKRDMZZQCNHXj8zwpVmbmMyWROPD9rtnnbsba/s320/Favorite+things+11.bmp" border="0" /></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Traveling</strong> (In Seattle during the Summer of 2008)<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761666532152274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGngW3H43LZRFw5a_lpQLB5i2V_Vfk0IryNJdb0ufZHKXncQPzGmZjlUyuzpDeC9kylNHWGHDNzVpycdPWWOJ6xJGcajqfl2teADUROVQKx2REVu0DYaHYqz26DZJZkJaluwbKrs72YNSK/s320/Favorite+things+10.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Experiencing <strong>my first meal</strong> living on my own and finally understanding I had a lot to learn.(August 2009)<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761658270726098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNH5wa1LHE1dYaiorUmPcL0AisdSBAKwZm2B9oD_XvBPsk94EWZS7MJcC63hnBco1NIT3W8jAEUfLxwVQZTBuj8PPX3oVvNXKkokRnaT63R3G_YocR8rW7gFfKKxeS7-PKeQ7JA5iNKPL/s320/Favorite+things+08.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><strong>Old friends</strong> who I know that I will love and stay close with forever.<br /><br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761662452188146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ijbdEQrZC5NkExFTq939lCnr-y7ecSDz41GKr8q5b52bu5dlxBHakZC0AvsfQXYCzM3Tni_ydcYrw-rOgqRp8V3w02UTu_lY4mH_60cq03yQy3sjQ9ageps3b9Jc2HeacO-pbxZlkjNa/s320/Favorite+things+09.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761657971341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzzxWj2vcZUsHiYkV79c2Dcqh-GforesWHAZrquC-g_h4qDJi1W2gnh0XSnIaM3ityyW3dgpkqI5Y8vDy9g0epr7s2nOd8Sb7podEHWg9r2fyrN3AbBITiURuGHlZ-KzNqdfwLzYwS8wp/s320/Favorite+things+07.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><div align="center"><strong>High school memories.</strong> Remembering the laughter, the tears, the drama, the lessons and meeting people who you know you will never forget.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761654685654034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrcmoe2crQ0ZaqHxCMC99KQz45qdOcKoLxcQBHHYMsJsT8LE7wKVVV03e5JxuiO6tgy5f5H82QIgLD4-jHZlPKn4foJUYDz1TfXWIpDBKLQzLCSd_BLvFAo6Ct5XGB0gHPnkAKUYezVyA/s320/Favorite+things+06.bmp" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537768175351908994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcdCMp5kUMDwEalPn5gAoiPNuF1QyI4Od0UVZX-upiwb0Rtyh0FLRwF2AtSgToWBVQRW1uHqJvrLlJ7vyjO4ZaMcbEmhpe4ATzyWtSYmQb5uq59mJrt3KwWwA-PYSW1qVPkoTd_JGviOL/s320/Favorite+Things+Family.bmp" border="0" /><br /><strong>Family time.</strong> Even thought my family sometimes really puts the FUN into dysfunctional, I don't know where I would be without them.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761392080012754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbJTdyjj_3CnbDbZI9zYQB9W0C1Uk2Z0WOzNAobv9c90ZePzlu6aDavJENehGopBeSE0JrqTtvdZZrWOw97Ku7f0WMpWK3wBSsUH6w_FeIzQvuJLl7-JzKhX5VSyYGmjgYJyYXt-hKXNh/s320/Favorite+things+05.bmp" border="0" /><br /><strong>Exploring new places.</strong> (Ciera, Kylee and I hiking during the summer of 2010)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761394126214322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS48DiohLNhrB3czOQIcRDDDVJFplgZ0QMzfyaLFDPrh70qboOJHDA6unNhIN0QpZd5iLWL7DIBjS17DvPHpE76EZltBHdSy1tmDx_ASmxRvRJvq1MJf5zUul-LgNH8htFg-BlHGj5a-5M/s320/Favorite+things+04.bmp" border="0" /><br /><strong>Holiday celebrations.<br /></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761387226355394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvv_1n7OkyIHYETWiOqFxVpj9iJkGlg9FmLzQoy-cHZRlKLfvDFJCI5SOMmTEkmYt2UY7FNHBhQjuLkiwlYZzPIQz3uzM3v8i-ZsTP0I7s9Xup07dZOLcPxxyWLUOm-BMZ_Tny6dqdQsdb/s320/Favorite+things+03.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong>Weddings.</strong> I love to see people find their happily ever after.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761389524070834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZ2oHHHeahpux9GYtAcjdxlU8MGFp6Q_0h_m618zONaoHRFD0GMoqiVZwLNmeda7Rxco2ojnbBMJDccJipHA9aY7mPZrSdgQ-kdJmCHwFxTdKAkSqIl_QOfo02sbc9OWuWqykv2pCr8My/s320/Favorite+things+02.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong>Baptisms.</strong> There is nothing more powerful than someone accepting the gospel.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761374319418370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwCYpMP5TXB4P7Pq_23PwQLWUhwc5aRx22Ld0V__vfT96u65hVlAcrNUQYfSoJUE9b7ZxBtKld98L4y9NHOX3gvJPMZjKB_R3M6VdYUy6owAtUp2PLzo9OdRpg6ds28FHULouPhjYZ88r/s320/Favorite+things+01.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong>Newborn babies.</strong> These little lives amaze me.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537761875398290114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrFw0tthXyvMNYGWliEqQ53w1miElFiYWkZGc3AcfnTmF4J5jjF6O82SreJHbdU97LTONm4ApLJspiwUiCa9fOJqOqpGJ_e9KMJt8ruGqgfYDcM0PO_nar3GpieXa1rUzi91NJGCP3XK_/s320/Favorite+things+14.jpg" border="0" />Knowing no matter what there will always be <strong>someone who cares about me.</strong></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-18922201429731372542010-10-11T22:10:00.000-07:002010-10-12T21:12:36.297-07:00Forgive and Forget<div>That's what they say. It's good advice, but it's not very practical. We often say we have forgiven but it's hard to just let go of things when others have hurt us or we have hurt ourselves. I was reading through President Boyd K. Packer's conference talk tonight trying to figure out just what was so offensive about it and why the media has gotten so involved when I found something I wasn't expecting. President Packer says,</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>"Sometimes, even after confession and paying penalties, the most difficult part of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="color:#000000;">repentance</span> is to forgive one's self. You must come to know that forgiveness means forgiveness."</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527378339001922434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDwnXihJ6cZ8iOvBKvVcCwbbcHcN8LytxVdgIdSeoAZDX7VlAi4HsKUS1MMpyjC5VCtY2Vpnz-di1jo4Uw-GTaeNGf5vqafAis7ykQnUz2b-ChlUtRrs7AU3_cnmjb32p2wL40rgV-_kG/s320/President+Packer.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>All too often we are too hard on ourselves. We hold our mistakes against ourselves and don't let them go even after others have. To realize how true the statement from President Packer is brings new light into life especially when we make mistakes in our own lives. Forgiveness means forgiveness no matter who wrongs you. I am so grateful for the little things in my life that truly make so much difference. Even something as small as finding a simple quote that helps better my understanding of life and the gospel.</div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-16398129273902635762010-10-08T22:27:00.000-07:002010-10-08T22:58:56.260-07:00Rule #2 of College: Live for the Weekends<div align="center"> I'm sure you have now started to realize that college is pretty legit stuff. There are so many things to think about when you consider college. I am convinced that the only reason any of us can survive college are the weekends. Friday evening through Sunday night are probably the most important times in any college student's life. With the break from school and sometimes even work, we try to accomplish things that have been impossible during the week. Most of us catch up on laundry and homework and errands, try to clean up our mess of a room that looks like a tornado hit it, visit with important people in our lives, socialize, and do all this while laughing hysterically. The laughter may be because we are close to losing all of our sanity but no college student would ever admit to that fact. Here are some things that have helped me keep myself together thus far this semester.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918642304308546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Q_6_KRDBbDIj4U0YGvbTM1Btk3hYPdtAPgiN4vTzq3QaPKWi2GMj1OxRpzJsqIXfsYoEne4AEInMpTOwow8b4kVBpKMd3BE2ciR6bFRHecBCp9n5JhzCaPOYENAKl7ISEyZ7FL-VnSUp/s320/Weekends+8.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918639118041986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDRhDyShfejbCW_DZzgo9b3Gs2qXy9gatwG9LrG2x4lG_lHE768hdNebYPHul4K0iNdsIbuDesekrJmwInS-7jjXsEFHjaYpq9B2IjjkgE6xIj-XM8EdDDn2RRcjigBn5i03_2S2OdZbA/s320/Weekends+7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNjftdRfFDIOipa1JCChDChBydCCxua4sqSMxeUgnlOovKmisBIjkpmQvNK3XtRbjrdWIeko8unxGUkUFKjoGsF2w24bFMcERDteMeZhKArKnccwqXsi8WKODQaSRreTN388Ai8W9Aik4d/s1600/Weekends+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918639538656066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNjftdRfFDIOipa1JCChDChBydCCxua4sqSMxeUgnlOovKmisBIjkpmQvNK3XtRbjrdWIeko8unxGUkUFKjoGsF2w24bFMcERDteMeZhKArKnccwqXsi8WKODQaSRreTN388Ai8W9Aik4d/s320/Weekends+6.jpg" border="0" /></a> Thirty Seconds to Mars concert trip<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsWLSTkRTlldXxu6PvnzmXiiNbaA7R8htwGxPieETO35215NG2Qr39lqFaqi8BM8NpuxQ3hreOJyo6pljQkC6jmlh3qqfqAeYGV3mWZzYoGQI-eWqhb24yFuzuBJlWOSIrYfMfjMYZGov/s1600/Weekends+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918495960453106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsWLSTkRTlldXxu6PvnzmXiiNbaA7R8htwGxPieETO35215NG2Qr39lqFaqi8BM8NpuxQ3hreOJyo6pljQkC6jmlh3qqfqAeYGV3mWZzYoGQI-eWqhb24yFuzuBJlWOSIrYfMfjMYZGov/s320/Weekends+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yoga to find ourselves and maintain our balance<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fAU8bmHQZKLTUnp53wDWC67XtDrA6LYRT0qdoE9WQCTO-wrPHEvC9hAJLnAUVkI2ivx-r0NVFKM9n5vkK4XZLHsIjt5JHi34sFUhSqhOOi7WWmTnSdrl7hWRDf9UveWC3DVoJpbJiO7u/s1600/Weekends+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918498372322530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fAU8bmHQZKLTUnp53wDWC67XtDrA6LYRT0qdoE9WQCTO-wrPHEvC9hAJLnAUVkI2ivx-r0NVFKM9n5vkK4XZLHsIjt5JHi34sFUhSqhOOi7WWmTnSdrl7hWRDf9UveWC3DVoJpbJiO7u/s320/Weekends+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMy-iV5KdPh7f2j-db0P6mvUf3uWUnXfB4OfPza3UkoUxTVMYs70Dy9kRj__qAAnwe6TunhH62ijlbicxi4soKVjPhfBHUg_zl7UPpSBFnKKTYXuJdNV94VcD1LTjboIYqh9hAde0mfkO9/s1600/Weekends+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918494420975250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMy-iV5KdPh7f2j-db0P6mvUf3uWUnXfB4OfPza3UkoUxTVMYs70Dy9kRj__qAAnwe6TunhH62ijlbicxi4soKVjPhfBHUg_zl7UPpSBFnKKTYXuJdNV94VcD1LTjboIYqh9hAde0mfkO9/s320/Weekends+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />College sporting events</div><div>(These are always enjoyed more when the team wins!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8Xfq7OKnBixkYlJjCM3S_DO6ZUCK10a2L5AwlJESovnQsUx0-nxdhZNkaRyJ4YMQwh-lS-chAmx6L2cIa_8DxpRB-l7qqpTPhrifVc1OtbrEpfXJ_fslRUomv77Kar9BjN4LcrwNW_sL/s1600/Weekends+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918491559571490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8Xfq7OKnBixkYlJjCM3S_DO6ZUCK10a2L5AwlJESovnQsUx0-nxdhZNkaRyJ4YMQwh-lS-chAmx6L2cIa_8DxpRB-l7qqpTPhrifVc1OtbrEpfXJ_fslRUomv77Kar9BjN4LcrwNW_sL/s320/Weekends+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday night out<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGIYEi4mU3IJA1UWULoN8o4hJg-6LqJxXVeRFikE8BcWGykqpYXkFZJXUmcP0VqBcHTcswIi8ySuaTLeutpLMVU-LzbKkkVCVbMxQe_6eV2hz4HVT6za7T3Sx3RlrTnfHDM1qCXhX0CCO/s1600/Weekends+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525918490007803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGIYEi4mU3IJA1UWULoN8o4hJg-6LqJxXVeRFikE8BcWGykqpYXkFZJXUmcP0VqBcHTcswIi8ySuaTLeutpLMVU-LzbKkkVCVbMxQe_6eV2hz4HVT6za7T3Sx3RlrTnfHDM1qCXhX0CCO/s320/Weekends+1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dance party!<br /><br /><br /><br />College is an important time. In between our assignments, projects, quizzes, exams, and study sessions we find friends, fun, love, and even sometimes ourselves.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-75507933211538161572010-09-19T21:32:00.000-07:002010-09-19T23:14:11.804-07:00Rule #1 of College: Love your parents, love your friends, love yourself.There are things that are important in life and things that aren't. Over time, we figure out who and what are important to us and what things are worth fighting for. College has a way of really making you realize the things you have always taken for granted.<br /><div><div></div><br /><ul><li>The first is of course your parents. Most of us go through a teenage stage that we don't like recounting. We are simply not nice to our parents during this stage of change in our young immature lives. Usually we are just recovering from this stage as we exit high school and start to figure out exactly what we want to do with the rest of our lives. As we move out and move on to new things, our minds are constantly drawn back to our memories of home and family. As we move into places of our own we start to realize how much of an impact our parents and their habits really had on us. As I moved out into my first apartment, I had many moments where I would step back and think..."Wow, my mom would have done things just like that." or "I never realized why my parents did things this or that way until right now when I am doing them for myself." I gained an insane appreciation for all the sacrifices that I now realize my parents made for me and everything they taught me. I know that I wouldn't be who I am today without them.</li></ul><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518850606979374402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7iE9k8f9XL0-wLV3c9S8unpmy3jdWVuBIgCZWFZMRKJnlMe4UOAYfAQiFfA60Kg_Aw57QpSOVrQ8EP6rEynIC-gI7NB22go0d9B1il-WkB6lMSODX0bDSb8zdINAziYLP6j3e41lfRNz/s320/SDC10848.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518873124262741234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6o6urr2Bh560ByGuttzd6tq0FQOtRCZlaEgAbRTUdXUptZ7GP_aZobJYo6RicaRkoSHef-cR0UoQf1hxvoula6W4Ms4qE-IIksFA8igRHJpijwFjbLnqEy60uAktDFpJS6FTsvifJHsf/s320/daddy+and+i.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><ul><li>We have all heard the quote, "Choose your friends wisely because you tend to be like them." Let's be honest...the older you get the more and more you realize how extremely true this is. Friends are life. Friends have a way of helping you get through anything. Girls have a power within them. Girls can share a story, give a hug, tell a joke, wipe away a tear. Women are nurturing by nature. As I look back over my many friends I have had in my life, I realize that each of them came to me at exactly the right time. I know they were all sent to me to help me, teach me, and love me so I could get through the things I needed to at that point. Friends cannot be replaced. Many times we move on and our story book of life turns a page to where the old friends are not found but I believe each of them will always have a special place in my heart.</li></ul><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518850574005664114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrdrJC8ls9omzWMBebBZ0LmnLPLBArKJR1VioDWIhikuVa3fxzWnGFYWN884WCofIT1Y5MoNp4Pj_9KMrMVGjMVkAEQmfKgAxV58N9ts8dHX85uS-xbQXVBftiF8Wbr-JxH6bI0Y35G_z/s320/Apartment+44.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518850600726284770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGUGWQ5RkpuXe2Rp_KST7SyShOHMgUz8CxzJ8zm_-NEaM5ZwvITFyRHnl1UNea3MtBLX0xbP-sKJOEHH7QxNczsE1JadkxsjI8Mv6qMEoID-JH-RAdmndy-3Pg-aOkw9t44Xa5sHaFzh4/s320/the+girls_0107.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><ul><li>Sometimes we find ourselves at a point in our journey where the only person who can be any real help is the person we hope we know best. OURSELVES. These are the moments where a little something I like to call soul searching comes in to play. To honestly love ourselves we must get to know ourselves just as we would any other person. I read once that every day you should look at yourself in the mirror and remind yourself of once simple thing. I love you! If each and every day we reaffirm to ourselves our true love for the person we are rather than seeing all the things we wish we could change staring back at us, we as people transform. Remembering to love yourself will bring the self confidence you need to push through the hard times.</li></ul><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518850587362165874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJnJTOArEvbvloQbyHFYxcwFxQecy0vrUbyCSOE5lynEveHWgkvidS2kLqh3yVkqG2an6D0UirOMmGpsYGJnZILBs3ZajhU0xL2AnWcWWUEVB9I6uHKbf9TZgBnb0A2IEFS4xNkSMTw6Lt/s320/the+girls_0061.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>These three simple things that make up rule #1 of college can really make a world of difference. During your college years everything begins to move at the speed of light. Things are flying past you. You are trying to learn and keep up with homework. You are trying to work in order to bring home some money to continue to pay the bills. You are meeting new people and getting to know yourself in a whole new way. The only thing to do is hold on tight, take no second for granted, and enjoy the ride!<br /></div><div></div></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-22902648563535966852010-09-16T23:12:00.000-07:002010-09-16T23:25:37.011-07:00First Insight from Eat, Pray, Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJduhQBy4KlfQ8NK6Fezv_9juTPa2GwwCANo9n9nAZCNIj0xQjMbCo8a9poP8cTAAzZDiT10gKk3m1HFLVilcXT4O683iSxl4bpyOfGVBZPnCfvLEoF5MHA6nUfWfKV91EJYiIm-lGtno3/s1600/Eat+Pray+Love.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517764176717788562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJduhQBy4KlfQ8NK6Fezv_9juTPa2GwwCANo9n9nAZCNIj0xQjMbCo8a9poP8cTAAzZDiT10gKk3m1HFLVilcXT4O683iSxl4bpyOfGVBZPnCfvLEoF5MHA6nUfWfKV91EJYiIm-lGtno3/s320/Eat+Pray+Love.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I have joined the many readers who are enjoying the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. On page 29 of her book she beings talking about wanting things that conflict with each other. She writes, "The great Sufi poet and philosopher Rumi once advised his students to write down the three things they wanted most in life. If any item on the list clashes with any other item, Rumi warned, you are destined for unhappiness. Better to live a life of single-pointed focus, he taugh." This small point really made me think. What this poet says makes perfect sense. There is no way to love one thing and love something else that goes completely against it. How can you strive for a goal as well as another that leads you further from the first thing you wanted. How can you know if everything you are striving for is what you should be striving for? Occassionally in life we find our wants and needs change...are there things in life that never change. Things that we want with our whole soul that never become any different? These questions all crossed my mind almost instantly as I finished reading these few short lines. How do we know? And once we think we know, how can we be sure that we are striving for the things that we should be?</div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-8213739567573209632010-09-15T13:29:00.000-07:002010-09-16T23:27:50.880-07:00One Four ThreeI officially wish I lived in Cedar City. Anyone who knows me realizes how bizarre this sounds coming from me. There are so many reasons that I should hate Cedar. So many things about it that are so opposite of me. Against all odds, I absolutely love Cedar. Let me show you a few of the reasons why.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517242454329171010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3mMe29cvR_wg-xBb-Bf2DmEMd_yT4SzxAxavDcouOIiAOWatmJjRVkQri9peaYwJ81pdprzxr1PXCgX1XrxjsySkCdWGNGuyk09c19-LCwsquwpJ8nI1rkHwMG4mOrVh6cqPLlm9JVJZ/s200/SDC10908.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsI72NZYIsDMUJsbmNORXYtZeHtJ1KzRRgYe7eNK0fQnFyOKA5w-HWpQ8PVcKpb29vfJbqUJwF_HfjgaLtb1DtnLxjmVD0OmJmprom0Cklx50wiT-aPpOX-Nc5E2CJGSY0KFIzHhEJFw2P/s1600/SDC10901.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517242441896920210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsI72NZYIsDMUJsbmNORXYtZeHtJ1KzRRgYe7eNK0fQnFyOKA5w-HWpQ8PVcKpb29vfJbqUJwF_HfjgaLtb1DtnLxjmVD0OmJmprom0Cklx50wiT-aPpOX-Nc5E2CJGSY0KFIzHhEJFw2P/s200/SDC10901.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517242421573751330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZvaBTBGhL-OJEJUeLT31BmBpICWcqRYrssu-a_cBBao4YD4bZ7J2YazwLdj3iEhuL9UjqSK2EYjmSlfbn_BA0WOKIKklJkKJtLN2Krv3BdWCIl863LNMcLsrM34bf4tvWV4cRoArhA7M/s200/SDC10899.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517242413003317938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRZUE1VGol5frAJ4EFFp281Ka0jR535ewCpGaRsIgWOHWtS3r45wDOuXQtGhyphenhyphenAv6AdAJ4cnMKiXhGExHDbe4z46JTWtPheVCDhyphenhyphenvrpY75M0N1W83nLTchuV8hWZT1V8IO3rB4w1eqUxpd/s200/SDC10888.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517242404602236034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycvn3fbbEY6VuICZX1NyeVXlqNbDNJ7hYnLP0duRJRVOHAXno0RnBLDCwBwdD_63m28UeDETNUw00aaOwfyNNinKcKE21Uu7XluaPXgfAVPrALm6Wko29PTjQZ2TR8CvYYWvT0nMxHnOm/s200/SDC10873.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div> These girls are my absolute favorite. I cannot believe that I wasn't better friends with them last year. I cannot wait to see what this year has in store for us. All there is to say is ONE FOUR THREE I LA LA LA LOVE YA!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-32175319775263260492010-09-14T21:07:00.000-07:002010-09-16T23:29:54.500-07:00Back to the blogging world...<div align="center">I am at a turning point in life. A point where so many things could happen and there are so many different roads that I could choose to take. Life is about to get interesting for Kiersten Baum. Here are a few highlights from my summer days that went all too fast.</div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516987733310191810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVQLbhOv7t59GBMFoWwWtHVzDTLnJDmbsaD312dUPswQfwXRj94hknaPZ_T64fki5JAAPZXHZsoU8HTTmz-6RePN_uczFp2IiUBS57nrd6r_568j5z-NP7BLanyRIO-epmKA78qZ7l2eD/s320/CIMG1456.JPG" border="0" />Hiking with Ciera and Kylee<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516988455114440818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha43FNPkL81eOwLOCDxk3Oa4GgIV0kVSYhQDwfFbW8gSmvaJ9b0Z4UqjyemOeEge-Rj7OrzbptwbPYpm8yfvaOedw36UQF_hzdJYIfEz0BI_aijeI4FsP-RYoHxoWUHnMvercFPt5D6WFo/s320/SDC10814.JPG" border="0" /><br />Eclipse with the girls<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516990711753055074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NO2qhykkjZ_Tdc_CI9mav_LGjDQm_xobzZ_Pq9vXekNBBjQwggeHsLM9X016LwaYQdSE9IWZSkioiqNLfcgqYWQlaQ2h9NmqkHaUDnLx6I5U3UqWMDpcllpzcC1-4D4HzTY0i9gOY2st/s320/SDC10822.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><div align="center">Fourth of July was spent with Jostlyn, Kent, and Ashlee</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Summer went faster than expected and with fall and school starting an entire new chapter of my life has been opened. I am feeling a lot of emotions about this new period. I am feeling excited, scared, nervous. Mostly excited for what the future holds and ready to take on the world! Stay tuned. More updates to come.</div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-37903267761371148072009-04-10T10:14:00.000-07:002009-04-10T11:06:11.346-07:00Kiersten and Qualyn sitting in a tree....<div><div><div>Qualyn's sister is amazing and before he left for his two year mormon vacation she took some of the cutest pictures of us! I was so excited to get them and thought I would put some here! They turned out great!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323120409320429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUQK3TbRAbcbwF8cXaxc9vlL1AIBttXzuYg0sbVYLzAJr34VyxEH7ygPaJq2vRlsgVzceMUF7DLQPCjcdhuIYXHw8a6sayVuokquhXdbTRfxqHr2GhdVcDQh2PWFOxROjuwMeUqNo-Qmz/s320/IMG_0071-1.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323124563614880370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEf3I7TYH4bIJ0HB8f5jm5wGDonuTfL02k_wF549bKI1vCoOv40IsRvKKufbUvwV1PNTGRVYc4OmTI3xmiP2NSeM1TH6mkaDnXtojsGYPalN7S4GNq-0MCoZbrtOEQ5vOjuRpqZ8tJJ9v/s320/IMG_0088-1.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323122145736447458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxJZ3qLHG-NZ7H-xubxhdc57ouh0cJXJfmdN51xgtQSp7HC2KI-P2_7tcZZ-Hm409C1NfbpAcfOcuYmNC9njn0wMjqzls8ojyh-ZaSOy9W9aXRiuLC5kgKt2PlTM1960jwKYQOM2SUMA5/s320/IMG_0065-1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323123702077644434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCFS1z1MGNVC7PMyWe00b_bg3IMqY5ig4oIfnwgT5R7JYXp_kC1Q1bfRSfSnbjo7YSkcQdjEPTpJlcFpJduZEEAA-5g9dKQ1GbxtbWXrsVEGfHIxh9GnAlgRmf3LaiVInyPBz4VzP24TK/s320/IMG_0086-1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323113436785525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZF5n7PjENpT3Z1iNejeWr3hoav4zXxe7sDFFbbRDPhYf2TlUE7pzLpUjjW-pOs2y7z4T4D4IGZsA585Pj5G7gTEHSFTdDdy6Fa__LWivtxzNmTqAsjjwEgcm2Dn8Om4YPUGCI_4klrE9J/s320/IMG_0056-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323125355324960178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLeK-5G9bUC6Fa9uSYzHyqzR90bdAdvSvI_KvrDc9xdLlzRaGq2ML8ALBesdIDWAeiMU82czIbkgn4RymaPkhPWRj_3kXMjmDUgtt0UpPwrKJraPIZ57QUJyWaeCV6V2tQ-lrSGh464Cv/s320/IMG_0067-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-91686952494118044522009-04-05T14:35:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:40:14.381-07:00Church In PJ'sI think if they allowed us to look like I do right now every week for church I would always be on time!! Once again it is April which means conference sunday. Twice a year my friend Ciera and her family have conference breakfast at 9 a.m. before the first Sunday session of conference. Every single time I end up walking in just after conference starts. Today I made it at 9:51...atleast I was there before conference started this time, right. I'm getting better!! Everyone close to me quickly learns to tell me to be to everything an hour early so I actually end up there on time. Thanks to them for always allowing me over to get my spiritual nourishment in my PJ's and for feeding me! It was awesome!!Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-2995397722186607752009-04-04T21:43:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:42:45.296-07:00Senior Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlN6Hxf0c75Peho8OyYm49IDGAhKc3MVqyYFZW_2FuR6U_xQre5wkRAfom1S0lRzVfKAZOGJn_zFcsS7ikMVpGlMGCZs5hgscj3S4necPW7vzDWaVTsHnyBZHC29LBK10bfBGcxXV1lz5t/s1600-h/IMG_0141-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321075685797902258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlN6Hxf0c75Peho8OyYm49IDGAhKc3MVqyYFZW_2FuR6U_xQre5wkRAfom1S0lRzVfKAZOGJn_zFcsS7ikMVpGlMGCZs5hgscj3S4necPW7vzDWaVTsHnyBZHC29LBK10bfBGcxXV1lz5t/s320/IMG_0141-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqwuoB9GmiMS8Uc56xnhxcz-X06ZSBcS22Uev8RasUhdtZ_FlqIzQfSx2b50YSCliqoScmC5atHsQb8_Rn4RRNCHtERlYIDtZIyFHzZpaxW3oJSdS1AmR2z_bJg_o2CQAeerXZIEtScUJ/s1600-h/IMG_0135-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321074817339686754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqwuoB9GmiMS8Uc56xnhxcz-X06ZSBcS22Uev8RasUhdtZ_FlqIzQfSx2b50YSCliqoScmC5atHsQb8_Rn4RRNCHtERlYIDtZIyFHzZpaxW3oJSdS1AmR2z_bJg_o2CQAeerXZIEtScUJ/s320/IMG_0135-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj35pGOeG9zJXiIhwku0musXAPvJG5XfTX-pCAT8lsLYJWCW6UKyP3NzzHA2qDOtJt1_MPI-2-hAgYMUc9GyKsxMPhXup91vEewHs-POrzfDCyos1kQMuMXVb6Vv0Ef3uvS_UDJJpOUKvW/s1600-h/IMG_0130-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321073808532432978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj35pGOeG9zJXiIhwku0musXAPvJG5XfTX-pCAT8lsLYJWCW6UKyP3NzzHA2qDOtJt1_MPI-2-hAgYMUc9GyKsxMPhXup91vEewHs-POrzfDCyos1kQMuMXVb6Vv0Ef3uvS_UDJJpOUKvW/s320/IMG_0130-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMy4mm3mwy5BkHyr5zBsfD5fnAsClPk3Pj_Exisyfy3XtKK7vj8neoMyI4ncTnys7-QM29Y-ZcsHUMqghyqTV_kSTO5-3qB3Qii4HLPO3vrh-AMydGtrSvAWBTmLEhBYzpB11Y_dYYkhz/s1600-h/IMG_0123-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321072868506124994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMy4mm3mwy5BkHyr5zBsfD5fnAsClPk3Pj_Exisyfy3XtKK7vj8neoMyI4ncTnys7-QM29Y-ZcsHUMqghyqTV_kSTO5-3qB3Qii4HLPO3vrh-AMydGtrSvAWBTmLEhBYzpB11Y_dYYkhz/s320/IMG_0123-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvabFgWD-0tCP2WLelm5AFjWYxRmYtVauWzPiEHI8fGGHoGb0Pho8qvnd16tl0NNLEoTHzL2rJrGY_d0nhNShFijq20-eRy5eCVOThv4ACuToHkBGoq1wx3rg-rZkD6DHefLjZmTmrvWz/s1600-h/IMG_0127-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071489657983506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvabFgWD-0tCP2WLelm5AFjWYxRmYtVauWzPiEHI8fGGHoGb0Pho8qvnd16tl0NNLEoTHzL2rJrGY_d0nhNShFijq20-eRy5eCVOThv4ACuToHkBGoq1wx3rg-rZkD6DHefLjZmTmrvWz/s320/IMG_0127-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_20oD1NnbH07uMqH9qHXDigk7oYlE9MN0sIqHhSLngAf1B1F1BkuUVwFIXOUVlpQgZScdzrPhVAI_3lUr3V4vLArlQw7mf5buY1OgwFDX8fJYKqUCeo5_QxOWYoof5XFnnO_te89YX4j/s1600-h/IMG_0123-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071012250580098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_20oD1NnbH07uMqH9qHXDigk7oYlE9MN0sIqHhSLngAf1B1F1BkuUVwFIXOUVlpQgZScdzrPhVAI_3lUr3V4vLArlQw7mf5buY1OgwFDX8fJYKqUCeo5_QxOWYoof5XFnnO_te89YX4j/s320/IMG_0123-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>So I am such a slacker and waited clear until the beginning of April to even think about getting my senior pictures done. I finally got them taken today so I can try to get my announcements sent out early enough for people to know when it is. Here is a taste of a few of the shots. I roped Qualyn's sister Kera into doing them for me. Thanks to her for being so patient with me. They are perfect!!</div></div></div></div></div></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921915819789716164.post-73420152207815937872009-04-01T21:11:00.000-07:002009-04-01T21:15:46.923-07:00Blog ReasonsI am the worst when it comes to writing in journals! I do good for a few weeks than forget about it and end up starting a new one months later. So, one night I had this idea...maybe I could blog and it would be like almost the same as a journal but BETTER! We are going to give it a shot and see how it comes out, might as well kill to birds with one stone here and let people know about my life while also making the boyfriend happy by documenting my life while he is on his mission. Wish me luck! Here goes nothing!!Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15345441617150601978noreply@blogger.com0