May 3, 1999
May 8, 2003
April 27, 2011
Please donate to the relief fund. We owe it to them as decent human beings. Please.
Until next time.
XO
Kymber.
Friday, April 29, 2011
No Words....
I cannot begin to express my extreme sorrow for the people of Tuscaloosa and Pleasant Grove. And everyone else who has been effected by the April 27, 2011 tornado in Alabama. There are still 400 people missing in Tuscaloosa alone. My heart is breaking for those family and friends of those people. Never have I seen such a high number of missing and dead. What am I asking? For anyone who has the money to donate to be able to do just that. For the people in Oklahoma....my hometown of Moore. We've gone through this extremely similar situation not only once...but twice. May 3, 1999 and May 8, 2003. These people need as much help as they can get. Money to help rebuild their homes would be exactly what they need. Money to help provide water bottles for them because they cannot drink tap water in fear of contamination. I have collect some pictures from the two tornadoes in Oklahoma as a reminder of the past and how we need to help these people...and the one just a few days ago. A video link will be available at the end of those pictures. Please...help these people. Help this state that has been my home for almost 8 years....help the people I care about. Please. Any little bit helps. God bless.
May 3, 1999
May 8, 2003
April 27, 2011
May 3, 1999
May 8, 2003
April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
You're a Beautiful Woman. You Deserve a Beautiful Life.
So...on April 22nd the most amazing movie ever was released into theaters. That movie? No, not African Cats...but Water for Elephants. It stars Reese Witherspoon and Robert Pattinson (SWOON). It is based on the New York Times best seller novel by Sara Gruen. It is an amazing love story. I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat with my friends. Everyone should see this movie. Honestly. Both Reese Witherspoon and Robert Pattinson blew me away. My heart broke for each of their characters. It made me wish I had an epic love story. The kind people dream about. The kind that only exists in books and fairy tales. I don't think of myself as a romantic. I'm realistic. I trust no one. There are very few people I allow to know different things about myself. My past is a secret to most of the people around me. Trust in others is something I lost a long time ago. But, that's not what this is about. I'm sorry I got a little side tracked.
Water for Elephants is a beautiful story. I am sad I didn't read the book first. But, I look forward to falling in love with these characters again. You should see it. Best $9.50 I've spent in a long time.
Love is worth the risk.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neY1pDAD3Ug&feature=related
XO
Kymber.
Water for Elephants is a beautiful story. I am sad I didn't read the book first. But, I look forward to falling in love with these characters again. You should see it. Best $9.50 I've spent in a long time.
Love is worth the risk.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neY1pDAD3Ug&feature=related
XO
Kymber.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Brian...
This gets no witty song lyric. No quotes. Just raw real emotions. I've been thinking about this a lot lately...so I had to get some of it off my chest...I apologize for the depressing-ness that is this blog.
When I was 12 years old my life was ending as I knew it. I was moving to some hick town called Chelsea. I felt like my family was falling apart. My life was ending. I was leaving everything I loved and knew to move 700 something miles away. I was a horrible child. I told my parents every day that if she made me move to Alabama I would make her life miserable. I made sure they knew they were ruining my life. Funny thing is that they originally decided to stay in Oklahoma because of what an awful child I was. But, right after they made that choice they felt as if they had made the wrong choice and decided that my dad need to take the job offer. And enter the end of my life.
I hated everyone and everything. I never wanted to leave Oklahoma. I loved that state. My friends were there. The people who cared the most about me were there. Why was it that my parents wanted to take all of that away from me?? Why did we have to leave? I remember the day they told me. We had a family meeting and they announced that after Ashley graduated from high school we would be moving to Alabama. My dad would work in Alabama during the week and fly home to spend the weekends with us. I cried. I went to Rileigh's house..and when her mom opened the door she just knew what was wrong. Rileigh had gotten in trouble and her dad said no visitors but her mom told him to let me go. I went in her room and she was complaining about getting in trouble for whatever bratty thing she had done. I hadn't even gotten a word in when she looked at me. I was trying my hardest to keep in my emotions..but..once she looked at me all I could say was I'm moving to Alabama. We both cried. Our friendship looked as though it was coming to an end. I had watched friends of mine move away and promise to keep in touch....but nobody ever did. You see people leave with false promises and you only end up disappointed. I miss some of the friends that moved and never kept in touch. But, I guess you find out who your real friends are sooner or later right? But, we still had a full school year left to hang out.
But, little did I know another curve ball was going to be thrown my way. On January 26, 2004, Brain Trammell died in a car accident on his way home from Norman. Brian was 17 and a family friend. I was never really close to the guy. But he was always just so nice. Or, at least I don't remember him ever being mean to me. His mom was my dad's secretary and every year we would have a Christmas party in our home for everyone my dad worked with. It was always a family event. Seeing as how there was 5 kids in our home everyone brought their kids with them. Brain would come and hang out with my older sister. Say some nice things to us kids and that would be all the interaction we'd have with him. I always thought he was just soooooo cute. He played football at the high school him and my sister went to. I think he helped push my wanting to go to Moore War. In the town I'm from We only had one football field for the two high schools. It was located on the campus of Moore High School. Each year the opening game, Moore War, was between Moore High School and Westmoore High School. I would push to go but my parents would always say no. Something about there being too many fights or whatever. But, finally I was able to go! I was in 6th grade and my parents said I could go with my dad. It was my first ever football game. I was so amazed by the atmosphere of the game. All these people here for one thing. To cheer on these teenage boys in a game I had never paid too much attention to. I remember asking my dad what a kick through the post thingy was. He laughed and explained to me that it was a field goal. I'd ask questions about the different positions and try to figure out the idea of the game. I hadn't grown up around football. Just basketball. My older brother was a HUGE Michael Jordan fan. My brother also played basketball and was totally BA at it. So, our families focus was basketball. But, that's completely off of the point. I fell in love with football that day. And we had sat next to Brian's parents. That is the point. The day I found my favorite sport. The one I can watch for hours on end like a guy was influenced by not only my dad, but Brian's mom and step dad.
There's this back road you can take to go to or from Norman back into Moore. It seems to be faster then the Interstate sometimes. Plus you get to enjoy all the flat scenery. Maybe 5 minutes away from Wal-Mart in Moore there is a hill on this road. Supposedly if you take it fast enough it will make you feel like you are on a roller coaster. I guess Brian and his two friends wanted to try that out. On a rainy night. He lost control of the car and hit a tree. The car caught on fire and they were trapped. Brian and the front passenger died there at the scene. The guy in the back died on his way to the hospital in an ambulance. Brian's mom wouldn't find out about what happened until hours later. She had picked up his Senior pictures that day. He never got to see them. I keep one in my wallet to remind me life is so short. We must embrace life. We have to be careful with how we do things. We can't act like crazy people. We need to value our lives. We aren't invincible. Death can take us at any age. My mom told me the next day on the way to pick Rileigh up to take us to school. I couldn't stop crying. Crying for Brian's family and friends. Crying because I was scared. Crying because he was such a nice guy. Rileigh was upset that my mom had told me so casually on the way to school. I then had to go through the rest of the day hearing about how stupid those three boys were. How they never should have been so dumb. We would be lectured by anyone who had taught any of the boys. Some would be sad and not say much. But others, my last teacher of the day, went on and on about the dumbness of them. I hated her already but that gave me more of a reason to hate her.
I couldn't sleep for a long time without crying myself to sleep. My older brother would have to rub my back while I laid there crying until I went to sleep. My mom told me she didn't want me to go to Brian's funeral. I didn't want to be anywhere else. I couldn't do a whole lot. I kept wondering what was going to happen to me at 17. I remember writing a note to my friend Bryce, asking him if I was going to die by then. Telling him how I was feeling. Bryce may have been one of the biggest jerks in the world, but that day he gave me a hug and told me everything was going to be okay. You see this was back in the day when I trusted guys. I let them in and they were able to see my heart. I was a mess. I don't think I stopped being a complete mess until after my sister's graduation. There's more to my journey through this but, there's nothing more all of you need to know. I'm still not sure why Brian's death had so much impact on my life. But it did. It has influenced a lot of things in my life. I may not be the best driver..and I admit I like to go kinda fast. But when it's stormy or any kind of rain really, I drive cautiously. I've been thinking about Brian a lot lately. I'm not sure why. But, I have. I wish for his family that he was still here. That they were able to see him go off and play football for OU. That he would be able to fall in love and get married and have a family of his own. I would never wish something this awful on anyone. Losing someone so beloved to you is never good. It hurts. But, over time the hurting is less. You still miss them, but that will never go away.
When I was 12 years old my life was ending as I knew it. I was moving to some hick town called Chelsea. I felt like my family was falling apart. My life was ending. I was leaving everything I loved and knew to move 700 something miles away. I was a horrible child. I told my parents every day that if she made me move to Alabama I would make her life miserable. I made sure they knew they were ruining my life. Funny thing is that they originally decided to stay in Oklahoma because of what an awful child I was. But, right after they made that choice they felt as if they had made the wrong choice and decided that my dad need to take the job offer. And enter the end of my life.
I hated everyone and everything. I never wanted to leave Oklahoma. I loved that state. My friends were there. The people who cared the most about me were there. Why was it that my parents wanted to take all of that away from me?? Why did we have to leave? I remember the day they told me. We had a family meeting and they announced that after Ashley graduated from high school we would be moving to Alabama. My dad would work in Alabama during the week and fly home to spend the weekends with us. I cried. I went to Rileigh's house..and when her mom opened the door she just knew what was wrong. Rileigh had gotten in trouble and her dad said no visitors but her mom told him to let me go. I went in her room and she was complaining about getting in trouble for whatever bratty thing she had done. I hadn't even gotten a word in when she looked at me. I was trying my hardest to keep in my emotions..but..once she looked at me all I could say was I'm moving to Alabama. We both cried. Our friendship looked as though it was coming to an end. I had watched friends of mine move away and promise to keep in touch....but nobody ever did. You see people leave with false promises and you only end up disappointed. I miss some of the friends that moved and never kept in touch. But, I guess you find out who your real friends are sooner or later right? But, we still had a full school year left to hang out.
But, little did I know another curve ball was going to be thrown my way. On January 26, 2004, Brain Trammell died in a car accident on his way home from Norman. Brian was 17 and a family friend. I was never really close to the guy. But he was always just so nice. Or, at least I don't remember him ever being mean to me. His mom was my dad's secretary and every year we would have a Christmas party in our home for everyone my dad worked with. It was always a family event. Seeing as how there was 5 kids in our home everyone brought their kids with them. Brain would come and hang out with my older sister. Say some nice things to us kids and that would be all the interaction we'd have with him. I always thought he was just soooooo cute. He played football at the high school him and my sister went to. I think he helped push my wanting to go to Moore War. In the town I'm from We only had one football field for the two high schools. It was located on the campus of Moore High School. Each year the opening game, Moore War, was between Moore High School and Westmoore High School. I would push to go but my parents would always say no. Something about there being too many fights or whatever. But, finally I was able to go! I was in 6th grade and my parents said I could go with my dad. It was my first ever football game. I was so amazed by the atmosphere of the game. All these people here for one thing. To cheer on these teenage boys in a game I had never paid too much attention to. I remember asking my dad what a kick through the post thingy was. He laughed and explained to me that it was a field goal. I'd ask questions about the different positions and try to figure out the idea of the game. I hadn't grown up around football. Just basketball. My older brother was a HUGE Michael Jordan fan. My brother also played basketball and was totally BA at it. So, our families focus was basketball. But, that's completely off of the point. I fell in love with football that day. And we had sat next to Brian's parents. That is the point. The day I found my favorite sport. The one I can watch for hours on end like a guy was influenced by not only my dad, but Brian's mom and step dad.
There's this back road you can take to go to or from Norman back into Moore. It seems to be faster then the Interstate sometimes. Plus you get to enjoy all the flat scenery. Maybe 5 minutes away from Wal-Mart in Moore there is a hill on this road. Supposedly if you take it fast enough it will make you feel like you are on a roller coaster. I guess Brian and his two friends wanted to try that out. On a rainy night. He lost control of the car and hit a tree. The car caught on fire and they were trapped. Brian and the front passenger died there at the scene. The guy in the back died on his way to the hospital in an ambulance. Brian's mom wouldn't find out about what happened until hours later. She had picked up his Senior pictures that day. He never got to see them. I keep one in my wallet to remind me life is so short. We must embrace life. We have to be careful with how we do things. We can't act like crazy people. We need to value our lives. We aren't invincible. Death can take us at any age. My mom told me the next day on the way to pick Rileigh up to take us to school. I couldn't stop crying. Crying for Brian's family and friends. Crying because I was scared. Crying because he was such a nice guy. Rileigh was upset that my mom had told me so casually on the way to school. I then had to go through the rest of the day hearing about how stupid those three boys were. How they never should have been so dumb. We would be lectured by anyone who had taught any of the boys. Some would be sad and not say much. But others, my last teacher of the day, went on and on about the dumbness of them. I hated her already but that gave me more of a reason to hate her.
I couldn't sleep for a long time without crying myself to sleep. My older brother would have to rub my back while I laid there crying until I went to sleep. My mom told me she didn't want me to go to Brian's funeral. I didn't want to be anywhere else. I couldn't do a whole lot. I kept wondering what was going to happen to me at 17. I remember writing a note to my friend Bryce, asking him if I was going to die by then. Telling him how I was feeling. Bryce may have been one of the biggest jerks in the world, but that day he gave me a hug and told me everything was going to be okay. You see this was back in the day when I trusted guys. I let them in and they were able to see my heart. I was a mess. I don't think I stopped being a complete mess until after my sister's graduation. There's more to my journey through this but, there's nothing more all of you need to know. I'm still not sure why Brian's death had so much impact on my life. But it did. It has influenced a lot of things in my life. I may not be the best driver..and I admit I like to go kinda fast. But when it's stormy or any kind of rain really, I drive cautiously. I've been thinking about Brian a lot lately. I'm not sure why. But, I have. I wish for his family that he was still here. That they were able to see him go off and play football for OU. That he would be able to fall in love and get married and have a family of his own. I would never wish something this awful on anyone. Losing someone so beloved to you is never good. It hurts. But, over time the hurting is less. You still miss them, but that will never go away.
Brian's Grave
Crash site.
Until next time.
XO
Kymber.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
I Love College
In the last couple of days I have realized I haven't written down a lot of my favorite experiences as a Freshman in college. Sad day. So, I'm going to post a few stories that I still think about every now and then. Stories that have in some way shaped the person I'm becoming.
It was move in day. I was nervous. I was about to move in with three strangers. The most contact I had with any of them was a message on Facebook. Or, well, Nyya had pop chatted me once. I wasn't sure what to expect. Amparo had said she wasn't a party girl but her Facebook and other comments had made me feel as if she would be. She was the one I was supposed to be sharing a room with and I was scared. I was the quiet, shy, I'd rather be at home then at a frat party, type person. And I just knew she was gonna be out partying all the time and I'd never get sleep. But, I got there and had my boxes outside the door and the first person I met was Amy. And of course Amy's army of people to help her set up all of her stuff. How she had so much stuff in her room I'll never understand. But anyways, my family helped me get everything set up. For some reason Morgan decided she wanted to make my bed....I didn't complain. I had my desk set up and my Twilight posters on the wall before Amparo even step foot in our room. Nyya came in and talked to me and Nick, who had stayed behind since my mom ran to Walmart to get some stuff for me. I was waiting to meet my roommate. Nyya was funny. I felt at ease with her. And we both had no idea how to pronounce Amparo. So, once she came in we did introductions and we still hadn't caught how to pronounce her name! So, we're like we'll wait for her to meet Amy and then we'll catch it then. So, once they met..well, let's just say Amparo likes to say her name super fast and nobody caught it. For like a week or two Nyya referred to her as A. For the first couple of days we didn't see a whole lot of Amparo. She thought we were insane. Nyya had never seen Twilight. So, on move in day Nyya said, 'Ok let's watch Twilight and get it over with.' So, I put it in. Not even half way through the movie Amparo and her friend came in. I about died of embarrassment. Great first impressions huh? I mean I had asked her if she liked Twilight just because I didn't want to freak her out with my posters. So, she was going into our living arrangements thinking I'm an insane Twilight freak and I was thinking she was a wild party girl.
Later that night Amy told us about a Frat party that she had been invited to so, I was like sure, why not? This is what college is all about anyways? I don't drink so, that won't be a problem. I'll just meet people and make some friends. Thomas and Sturdi, who I went to High School with, came too. They somehow got lost and made it there after we had. I was wearing heels. And let me tell you. That was the worst idea I have ever had in my entire life. Well...technically it was Amparo's idea. But, seriously. Ridiculous. As a piece of advice to anyone going to a Frat party for the first time. DO NOT WEAR HEELS!!! Just wear jeans, t-shirt, and regular shoes or flip flops. Easy, comfortable, perfect. The night progressed from there. And long story short I left with Thomas and Sturdi because I wasn't sure how comfortable I'd be going home with Amy. And I was ready to leave.
So, I went back to my room after saying goodnight to Thomas and Sturdi and watched the Disney channel alone. Wondering what the rest of the year would bring. If me and Amparo would be good friends or hate each other? Everyone came back from the party, except Amparo...we didn't know where she had gone. And I was asleep before she got back.
The rest of the year turned out to be something I'd never expect it to be. Amparo, Nyya, Amy, and later Maggie made my Freshmen year experience amazing. I had some of the best times with these girls. I'm glad to not only call them my friends but my family as well. this is to them. And I promise more stories to come. We have a lot. :)
Until next time.
XO.
Kymber.
It was move in day. I was nervous. I was about to move in with three strangers. The most contact I had with any of them was a message on Facebook. Or, well, Nyya had pop chatted me once. I wasn't sure what to expect. Amparo had said she wasn't a party girl but her Facebook and other comments had made me feel as if she would be. She was the one I was supposed to be sharing a room with and I was scared. I was the quiet, shy, I'd rather be at home then at a frat party, type person. And I just knew she was gonna be out partying all the time and I'd never get sleep. But, I got there and had my boxes outside the door and the first person I met was Amy. And of course Amy's army of people to help her set up all of her stuff. How she had so much stuff in her room I'll never understand. But anyways, my family helped me get everything set up. For some reason Morgan decided she wanted to make my bed....I didn't complain. I had my desk set up and my Twilight posters on the wall before Amparo even step foot in our room. Nyya came in and talked to me and Nick, who had stayed behind since my mom ran to Walmart to get some stuff for me. I was waiting to meet my roommate. Nyya was funny. I felt at ease with her. And we both had no idea how to pronounce Amparo. So, once she came in we did introductions and we still hadn't caught how to pronounce her name! So, we're like we'll wait for her to meet Amy and then we'll catch it then. So, once they met..well, let's just say Amparo likes to say her name super fast and nobody caught it. For like a week or two Nyya referred to her as A. For the first couple of days we didn't see a whole lot of Amparo. She thought we were insane. Nyya had never seen Twilight. So, on move in day Nyya said, 'Ok let's watch Twilight and get it over with.' So, I put it in. Not even half way through the movie Amparo and her friend came in. I about died of embarrassment. Great first impressions huh? I mean I had asked her if she liked Twilight just because I didn't want to freak her out with my posters. So, she was going into our living arrangements thinking I'm an insane Twilight freak and I was thinking she was a wild party girl.
Later that night Amy told us about a Frat party that she had been invited to so, I was like sure, why not? This is what college is all about anyways? I don't drink so, that won't be a problem. I'll just meet people and make some friends. Thomas and Sturdi, who I went to High School with, came too. They somehow got lost and made it there after we had. I was wearing heels. And let me tell you. That was the worst idea I have ever had in my entire life. Well...technically it was Amparo's idea. But, seriously. Ridiculous. As a piece of advice to anyone going to a Frat party for the first time. DO NOT WEAR HEELS!!! Just wear jeans, t-shirt, and regular shoes or flip flops. Easy, comfortable, perfect. The night progressed from there. And long story short I left with Thomas and Sturdi because I wasn't sure how comfortable I'd be going home with Amy. And I was ready to leave.
So, I went back to my room after saying goodnight to Thomas and Sturdi and watched the Disney channel alone. Wondering what the rest of the year would bring. If me and Amparo would be good friends or hate each other? Everyone came back from the party, except Amparo...we didn't know where she had gone. And I was asleep before she got back.
The rest of the year turned out to be something I'd never expect it to be. Amparo, Nyya, Amy, and later Maggie made my Freshmen year experience amazing. I had some of the best times with these girls. I'm glad to not only call them my friends but my family as well. this is to them. And I promise more stories to come. We have a lot. :)
Until next time.
XO.
Kymber.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
P90X
Sooo....I've started P90X...or P90 death as I am now calling it. The workout is KILLER. But, so worth it. I hope at least. ;)
I can't afford to do the meal plan so I'm just cutting back on what I eat and not eating junk...or well..not eating a whole bunch of junk. Gum has become my new best friend. I'm less hungry when chewing gum. And lots and lots and lots of water. I'm hoping this will lead to the results I want. Anything can be better then what I've been doing.
Sometimes I get frustrated with myself. Why did I let myself get to this point? Why didn't I stop myself from eating so much in the past 19 years? But, I'm changing. So, that's a good thing. I'm realizing what I've been doing isn't right. I may have to work my butt off to get to where I want to be, but I'm going to do it. Even if it kills me. Some days it feels like it just might do that.
I've decided to really crack down on this because for the first time since middle school I'm buying a swim suit....and I hate the way I look in those. I feel so fat and ugly..and just all around gross. But, I'm determined to not feel like that anymore. I found the PERFECT swim suit from Target. I love it. It's black and the front has neon polka spots!! :O It's totally me. It's a tankini so I'm gonna have to get the short bottoms because the other ones make me uncomfortable....and I hate my legs.
But, I'm seriously tired of being fat. I want to be able to go to the mall and spend $50 on more then just one shirt. I want to be able to go buy clothes from places like Forever21. I want to feel beautiful. I know a lot of my posts have been depressing and I promise I'll have some funny ones coming soon. This is just heavy on my mind right now.
I'll be sure to keep y'all posted. And as long as I reach my goal I'll post a picture of me in my swim suit at the end of May. :) I love you all. Thanks for reading!
Muah!!
XO.
Kymber.
I can't afford to do the meal plan so I'm just cutting back on what I eat and not eating junk...or well..not eating a whole bunch of junk. Gum has become my new best friend. I'm less hungry when chewing gum. And lots and lots and lots of water. I'm hoping this will lead to the results I want. Anything can be better then what I've been doing.
Sometimes I get frustrated with myself. Why did I let myself get to this point? Why didn't I stop myself from eating so much in the past 19 years? But, I'm changing. So, that's a good thing. I'm realizing what I've been doing isn't right. I may have to work my butt off to get to where I want to be, but I'm going to do it. Even if it kills me. Some days it feels like it just might do that.
I've decided to really crack down on this because for the first time since middle school I'm buying a swim suit....and I hate the way I look in those. I feel so fat and ugly..and just all around gross. But, I'm determined to not feel like that anymore. I found the PERFECT swim suit from Target. I love it. It's black and the front has neon polka spots!! :O It's totally me. It's a tankini so I'm gonna have to get the short bottoms because the other ones make me uncomfortable....and I hate my legs.
But, I'm seriously tired of being fat. I want to be able to go to the mall and spend $50 on more then just one shirt. I want to be able to go buy clothes from places like Forever21. I want to feel beautiful. I know a lot of my posts have been depressing and I promise I'll have some funny ones coming soon. This is just heavy on my mind right now.
I'll be sure to keep y'all posted. And as long as I reach my goal I'll post a picture of me in my swim suit at the end of May. :) I love you all. Thanks for reading!
Muah!!
XO.
Kymber.
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