<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146</id><updated>2011-12-19T17:00:17.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life</title><subtitle type='html'>of an American girl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-7285579929637255432</id><published>2010-04-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:35:56.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:23px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello Darlings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;Well my goodness where have I been? It has been months since I have even thought about writing. Not much new except I am going to be an aunt of a handsome baby boy. Jackson Logan Jarolimek is due September 21, 2010. Laurie just got her first sono last Thursday and I didn't make it to the appt on time to be in the room when they announced the sex of the baby but I was waiting in the parking lot haha.. Good enough I guess! I am lost for words at how excited I am so meet my nephew. To hold him and look into his eyes and get to know him. I honestly don't think I have been this excited for anything in a really long time. Of course he is gonna just love his Aunt Kimmie ((speaking of names what should I be called.. Aunt Kim? Aunt Kimmie? Aunt Kimberly? Aunt Kim Kim? Aunt K? or as Lacey suggested Aunt Que?)) Any ideas let me know please!! I know my mom is super excited as well, I mean this being her first grand baby and all who wouldn't? As for my dad he already nickname him as Action Jackson =) who would have ever thought my silly goofy brother would soon be a dad. Thats just nuts! But I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/S9d0lBzAoRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eo_IgrSDmow/s1600/Baby+Jackson+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/S9d0lBzAoRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eo_IgrSDmow/s320/Baby+Jackson+side.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464964852323754258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;Well better go check on dinner don't want to burn it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;XOXO- KAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-7285579929637255432?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/7285579929637255432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=7285579929637255432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/7285579929637255432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/7285579929637255432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2010/04/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of Me'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/S9d0lBzAoRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eo_IgrSDmow/s72-c/Baby+Jackson+side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-3700474473630548253</id><published>2009-09-15T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:46:57.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello Darlings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been ages since I last wrote and so much has gone on. My life is falling apart in so many different ways. But at the same time I have gotten the best of many new things. Some of my friends and I are growing apart while I continue to get closer to my best friend. She is there when I need her (most of the time) You know our 20 year annivsary is coming up. Well actually I think it was in June but we are going to celebrate in October. A day at the spa and a night out on the town. Austin here we come! Hope ya'll are ready for us! Katie's baby shower was this past weekend. She is due in only 2 more months and I cannot wait. I am so excited for her. Addison Blake Snyder shall be her name. The baby shower was wonderful if I do say so myself. I mean since I did it of course it was perfect. Some people got upset because they were not involved but hey pick up the phone and call me. Oh and thanks for helping decorate and clean since you were through such a big fit! =D NOT!! And that is why I depend on my family.. my mom , sister-in-law, and aunt. I know I can always count on them. I don't want to waste time on anyone else who is going to do something half ass sorry. I did just fine with the help I had and I could not have asked for anything better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The new job is going great. October 3 will be two months there. Everyone is very helpful and friendly.. Minus a few of course. But over all it is wonderful. I do need to buy some new more professional clothes though because soon I will be going out to the doctor offices to meet with the staffs and talk to them about how the hospital can better serve them and I want to look my very best. I mean I will be the face of the hospital at that point so it has to be perfect. So I guess til then my casual dress will do just fine! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381828949113303570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SrAY6kHP8hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TlHlOIFm3jA/s320/DSC03444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So til next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-KAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-3700474473630548253?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/3700474473630548253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=3700474473630548253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/3700474473630548253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/3700474473630548253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2009/09/starting-over.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SrAY6kHP8hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TlHlOIFm3jA/s72-c/DSC03444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-2339948698167800012</id><published>2009-03-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:42:51.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Darlings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well guess what it's SPRING BREAK!! Woohoo an entire week off to do nothing but sleep in and get caught up on all my shows. And let me tell you I need this break. Having atwo jobs is starting to kill me. But hey I can't complain to much since I atleast have a job. Not to much new going on except that KATIE IS PREGO!! I am so excited for her! She is alittle over 6 1/2 weeks now. It's so exciting since the last baby in our family was Caiden who will be 2yrs old the week before my birthday. He is getting to big. I baby sat him yesterday and he is just so adorable. I watched him while Tammy was at work and then the three of us went to lunch and he was a mess eatting the ice cream.. Chocolate at that haha. But he was to cute doing it and of course he had me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313640284327723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/Sb3Xr4uPQcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BUF8CLkJS9U/s320/cadien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to day but I really am going to try and get on this thing everyday (since I won't being doing much of anything else this week) I mean I am still trying to figure this thing out and get it all perfect for me. But anywhos I'm out. I have an eye app. in the morning to get some new glasses woohoo.. I haven't had new glasses since the 8th grade and I am supper excited!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my loves- KAJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-2339948698167800012?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/2339948698167800012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=2339948698167800012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/2339948698167800012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/2339948698167800012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/Sb3Xr4uPQcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BUF8CLkJS9U/s72-c/cadien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-7484200440148615812</id><published>2009-02-15T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:34:51.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't about how fast I get there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Darlings... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So life is getting stressful these days. I just can't seem to get enough sleep ever! Work is completely worn me down. Having two jobs shouldn't be this hard. I just wish the world was a better place so people didn't have to work so hard and could just enjoy the life they have left. So my aunt and uncle may have to move to Florida and well I was thinking... If they move why can't I move too? I could stay with them for a few months find a job and a place to live and make it on my own. Get away from Texas and all the stupid drama I have created in my life. Just start fresh and hold nothing back. I mean God for bid I am only 22 and I worry about way to many things. I just want to wake up go to work put my 8 hours in doing something I love and have the afternoons to just be me. I have so much love to give and I just don't have the time. I want to start taking care of myself and becoming a better person I just don't know where to start. I have been so selfish to myself. But I have found the song that completly is me. Every part of it is me in a nut shell and how I am always trying to go above and beyond to make others happy and forget about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pb4Uul18a-A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pb4Uul18a-A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i really do think that song is exactly me. But anyways. Singles Awareness Day is over thank gosh! haha. Friday was great at school I got so many nice things for the kids. I just love them and I wish I could always be there. Being at the school makes my day so much better. They can always make me feel better no matter how down I am they know how to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to bed goodnight my loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-7484200440148615812?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/7484200440148615812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=7484200440148615812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/7484200440148615812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/7484200440148615812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-aint-about-how-fast-i-get-there.html' title='It ain&apos;t about how fast I get there'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-4748832537377258430</id><published>2009-01-28T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:10:04.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Darlings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well today was a "snow day" minus the snow haha but we didn't have school and i really needed that break. but alot has happened since my last post. the police caught the guy who robbed my mom and i and he is in jail now yay! katie got married last weekend woohoo. and i must say she was beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296561944550009730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SYErBrPBa4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zf5FWZDa86w/s320/DSC02062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296561949600938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SYErB-DQe9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/jKc7etIdyHk/s320/DSC02041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I gave a speech at the wedding and this is what i said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Good Evening! For those of you who don't know me, I am Kim the very proud friend/cousin (how ever you want to look at us) of our glamorous Bride. I want to start by congratulating Katie and Eric, and thanking all of you for coming here today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the bride and groom, I feel such a whirlwind of emotions? I know that Katie has found her true match and I know that theirs will be a marriage of long standing. My heart is bursting with love for you two today. I know you have a wonderful adventure ahead of you, and with God's blessing your marriage will last for decades to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Eric before he dated Katie, so I can't tell you horrible stories about him, but I can tell you that I think he is perfect for her!? He's easy going, interesting, easy to talk to, and he has a great sense of humor! We are very happy to welcome Eric into our family. We know he's made for us, and we hope we're made for him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, I want to note how beautiful you look today, and to tell you that this has truly been a special day for me. Thank you for giving true meaning to the word friend and for sharing the last 15 years with me. You are so kind and loyal, generous and patient. Your confident and smart and funny, and seem to never bore me. Katie you are a woman who's as beautiful on the inside as your are on the outside. You have brought so much joy into my live, and I know that you'll bring that joy into Erics as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school Katie and I were pretty much inseparable, and we always managed to keep each other laughing. When I think back on our adventures in high school, I have nothing but fond memories. Of course there was the many many times when we hated each other at softball practice because you just couldn’t catch the ball and well I just couldn’t throw it right to you. We have definitely had our ups and downs but you were always there for me no mater how much I got on your nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie you know just how to make me laugh so hard it hurts and I can always count on you to talk to and give me advice when I am down. I have a lot of funny and embarrassing stories about you, but because this is your special day, I will leave you alone for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the words of advice that I’d like to give to the newlyweds and came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;The two secrets of a long lasting and happy marriage are a good sense of humor and a short memory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to say those three important little words..."You're right dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're clever, you'll always have the last word. However, if you are very clever, you won't use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are wrong, admit it. Whenever you are right, be quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Eric, always remember...a happy wife, makes for a happy life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separately, you are two special, remarkable people, but together you are complete. As you sit side by side through this roller coaster of life, remember to scream from the peaks, hold hands through the dips, laugh through the loop the loops, and enjoy every twist and turn. For the ride is much better when you share it together. Coming together is the beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes for Eric and Katie are that you have a continued loving friendship and partnership; that you enjoy success and laughter; that you are blessed with children (even though Katie you have always said you don’t want them, just wait); and that you always see and talk with your hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest wish for the two of you is that through the years, your love for each other will deepen and grow. Years from now, may you look back on this day, your wedding day, as the day you loved each other the least. I wish you the very best. My love to the both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please raise your glasses while I toast my best friend and her husband:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take each day and cherish your time together. Love one another and stand together. Take time to talk to one another. Put your love and your family first; your job and your hobbies second. May your love be like the wind, strong enough to move the clouds, soft enough to never hurt, but always never ending. So here's to love, laughter, and happily ever after. Cheers!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296561943881805762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SYErBovtb8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ki8sglOApL0/s320/n202800202_30719648_6996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have a friend like her and just love her to death and i cant wait for them to have some babies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So til next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-KAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-4748832537377258430?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/4748832537377258430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=4748832537377258430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/4748832537377258430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/4748832537377258430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-weather.html' title='Winter Weather'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SYErBrPBa4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zf5FWZDa86w/s72-c/DSC02062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-2426366129142516307</id><published>2009-01-04T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:44:15.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello darlings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;So it's been a week since the attack and I can't get it out of my head. I have to go to work everyday to the place where someone physically hurt my mom. I can't even work. All I do is stare at the door in hopes that the dumbass will walk through the doors and I will recognize him. I just don't know how to get over it. I don't even wanna leave the house because I feel like they are going to be there waiting for us to leave so they can get in the house. They don't have keys but just the fact that they know where we live and they are such horrible people it scares me to death. My mom and I are going on Jan. 31st to get out hand fun lisence because well my dad doesn't want to take anymore chances of anything happening to either of us. So we are going to the extreme. So next time we will be ready for the niggers! ((Please excuse the language but it's how I feel.)) I know it's not a nice word but it is EXACT what that guy is a NIGGER!!! Every black guy I see that fits the discription of the attacker I wonder if it is him. I can't get it out. No I am not racist. Some of my really good friends are black. So think what you want but theres a different just like there are all different kinds of white folks and mexican folks and so on and so on. So judge me without knowing me thats fine. We all have an opinion and you can have yours as I do mine! Well I'm off to bed I'm off tomorrow so I can going to relax before we start back to school on Monday. Gosh I miss the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight my loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo- KAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-2426366129142516307?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/2426366129142516307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=2426366129142516307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/2426366129142516307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/2426366129142516307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-i-was-stronger.html' title='I thought I was stronger'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-5731672966874048852</id><published>2008-12-28T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:21:21.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucken BASTARDS!!!!</title><content type='html'>my mom and i were shopping at albertsons in mesquite and we went outside to the parking lot to put everything in the car and there were two guys walking that way from the gas station and my mom had her purse and mine was in the buggy and i turned to her and said "mom grab my purse" i just had a feeling you know.. well i turned around to put somethings in the car and then i hear her screaming and i turn around and she was gone so i run behind the car and those two guys where dragging her across the parking lot with purses they finally got them and she was just laying there all bruised and scrated up. she had about $500 in cash, about 10 credit cards, her DL and social security card, all of my personal information, my dads personal info, and my brothers. Everything you need to know about us was in her purse. She is ok now pretty shacken up and beat up but she will be fine. of course the cameras werent working at the time in the parking lot or the store so i really hope they can get them fixed so we can find the bastards that did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-5731672966874048852?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/5731672966874048852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=5731672966874048852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/5731672966874048852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/5731672966874048852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2008/12/fucken-bastards.html' title='Fucken BASTARDS!!!!'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-866259016505635480</id><published>2008-12-14T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:17:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a life is taken away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Darlings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well it has been a while since I last wrote. My life has been nuts. I have been working at the school then going to Albertsons til midnight. I haven't had much me time latly but I gotta pay the bills somehow. Lots of things have happened good and bad, sad and happy, fun and boring. First I want to tell you that today December 14, 2008 one of my best friends fiance pasted away this morning. The doctors don't know for sure what the cause was but I will post once we find out. I feel really terrible that I can't be there with her in this time when she really needs me most. Whitney has been through alot in her life and I just met Sly two and a half weeks ago and I have to say they were perfect for each other and he was such a gentalmen. I can't believe something like this could happen to her. Just when God had given her love he ripped it right from under her and took it all away. Yes yes she is only 22 and she will find love again one day. But for her to have this at such a young age it just kills me to see her so hurt. I wish I could just take all the pain away from her and put it in me. So the picture below is of Whitney and Sly at my party on November 28th. May God be with Whitney and Sly's family and they will always be in my thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857811587885170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXStKxEaHI/AAAAAAAAADI/nnlvTH3epzk/s320/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note KATIE is engaged!!!!! She is getting married January 24, 2009. Yes in almost less then a month. She has everything done just getting the invitations ready and send them out and they will be all set. She got her dress last week and wow she looked amazing it in and I can't not wait to see her on her wedding day she even gonna look even prettier. That girl reeled her in a good man who really cares about her. So congrats Katie and Eric... ((the pic below is from her brothers wedding where she caught the bouque haha..ironic? I think not))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279861172856234834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXVw0d5I1I/AAAAAAAAADY/KJO5MZOWvbA/s320/HPIM2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was Macey's 22nd birthday so we went out Sat. night for that and of course we had a blast.. here are a few pictures from the evening of dinner and games..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXSsUJRiwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yZpjy5WOqEg/s1600-h/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857796925459202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXSsUJRiwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yZpjy5WOqEg/s320/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRnhcfhFI/AAAAAAAAACw/sk0ydQBDMxw/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279856615084754002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRnhcfhFI/AAAAAAAAACw/sk0ydQBDMxw/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRndRYyXI/AAAAAAAAACo/UIFh4IlDxEU/s1600-h/DSC01395-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279856613964433778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRndRYyXI/AAAAAAAAACo/UIFh4IlDxEU/s320/DSC01395-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRmhMwT0I/AAAAAAAAACg/0B9p5fRtT4A/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279856597838876482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRmhMwT0I/AAAAAAAAACg/0B9p5fRtT4A/s320/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRmRhuerI/AAAAAAAAACY/HLvIm8jJUUI/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279856593631869618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRmRhuerI/AAAAAAAAACY/HLvIm8jJUUI/s320/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRknhM4uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ybFdKvlPjZA/s1600-h/DSC01349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279856565175509730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXRknhM4uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ybFdKvlPjZA/s320/DSC01349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo- Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity."-Gilda Radner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-866259016505635480?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/866259016505635480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=866259016505635480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/866259016505635480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/866259016505635480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-life-is-taken-away.html' title='When a life is taken away'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SUXStKxEaHI/AAAAAAAAADI/nnlvTH3epzk/s72-c/DSC01245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-1423719909057855036</id><published>2008-11-18T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:09:37.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving tests should be yearly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So I was on my way home from work today and of course there always have to be stupid drivers! I just don't understand it. Well I was turning to get on the service road to get on the highway and this guy comes driving from under the bridge and swings out infront of me so I stop so I don't hit him. He speeds up so I get behind him and we both get on the highway. Well he is going in and out of traffic and almost hitting every car and almost cause serveral wrecks. So as I am about to approach my exit to get on 635 he decides to get infront of the truck infront of me which causes the white truck infront of me to slam on his brakes so I had to do the same. So the stupid guy then decides he wants to take the same exit as me and well there was a car trying to get on the highway as we were getting off and the dumb dumb slams right into the right of the other car. So I slow down so I won't hit the both of them and start to pull over because I saw everything that happened and the car that got hit is at a total stop and the other dumb truck looks as if he is going to stop and then jumps the curb and cuts across the grass onto the service road so I do the same so I can follow him. At the same time I am trying to find my phone to call 911 but that didn't happen since I forgot it was in my pocket. Of course the one time I really need it I can't find it. Then I noticed the white car just drove off too. So I tried to catch up to the truck and that didn't happen because I got caught behind a slow driver and then a cop got behind me so oh well. I was just trying to do the right thing and well atleast I know I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. I'm guessing neither of the drivers had a DL nor insurance. That usually seems to be the case now a days. I mean what is stopping anyone from driving? It is so easy for people to just get in the car and go. There are even fake insurance companies out there so that people can get their cars inspected. It's nuts and really crappy for those of us for pay for insurance and drive good. Or try to anyways. I just don't understand what is going through peoples heads. I wish I did but then again I'm glad I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other then that today was alright I guess. It's starting to get alittle colder out in the morning and then hott in the afternoons so I never know what to wear. So I guess I will just sit here and drink my hot cocoa and enjoy my dads company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell the picture below is of my halloween costume. I just wanted to post it to show everyone. I was Cat in the Hat ((if you couldn't tell)) Also two of my friends Lisa and Macey were Thing 1 and Thing 2. So yup I just wanted to share it with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270165311088073154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SSNjbYr9mcI/AAAAAAAAACI/7rIW4lajMyo/s320/DSC00863-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo- KAJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A bad driver never respects laws. He thinks that when the roads are clean, then it is okay for them to drive however they want."- Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-1423719909057855036?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/1423719909057855036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=1423719909057855036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/1423719909057855036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/1423719909057855036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2008/11/driving-tests-should-be-yearly.html' title='Driving tests should be yearly'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SSNjbYr9mcI/AAAAAAAAACI/7rIW4lajMyo/s72-c/DSC00863-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-6246704633737177662</id><published>2008-11-17T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:15:14.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGI.. wait, it's already over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Darlings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wow this was one crazy weekend but goodness I needed it! Friday I worked all day (7:30am-10:00pm). Now remember I have two jobs. So I just came home from work and crashed on the couch and started my laundry and watch Get Smart. Which if you haven't seen it I do recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satuarday night I went out with my girl friends. We went out to celebrate Hilary's birthday. We went to the West End to Spegehtti Warehouse and man it was super cold out that night. But oh course we had a blast I mean we always do we we all get together. It was myself, Macey, Lisa, Hilary, and Kelly. After dinner we went back to Macey's apartment to drop Kelly off so her husband could pick her up and the rest of us went up to Wal-Mart to grab some hot cocco and ended up staying there for like two hours. We finally get out of there and decieded we wanted to rent a movie. Do you know how hard it is to find a movie that no one has seen that we ALL wanna see??? Well it is pretty difficult but we managed. We ended up renting The Hottie and the Nottie. Well it was ok I guess I fell asleep at the end not that it was boring I was just exteremly tired. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269845258596668242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SSJAV4PuU1I/AAAAAAAAACA/01i_FMAo8Is/s320/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269845255428190530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SSJAVscTMUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S6Ml6lCCB1s/s320/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had to work again booo. Went to work at 2:00 and got off at 10:00. I did train Ashli (she is a friend that I went to HS with). But work was work boring and annoying but it pays the bills. Gotta do what you gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thanksgiving is coming up next week and I can't wait. Although I have to work and that sucks I am only working for a few hours. My mom will be at home cooking for my dad and I since we are both working. Laurie and Justin are going to Mississippi to visit her family. So I guess we will have Thanksgiving dinner instead of lunch which is fine with me as long as I get to eat some dressing. That is my favorite part of the holiday. I mean yeah I could have it at anytime during the year but it just doesn't seem right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo- KAJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” -Audrey Hepburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-6246704633737177662?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/6246704633737177662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=6246704633737177662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/6246704633737177662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/6246704633737177662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgi-wait-its-already-over.html' title='TGI.. wait, it&apos;s already over'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SSJAV4PuU1I/AAAAAAAAACA/01i_FMAo8Is/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-4566804130270483974</id><published>2008-11-12T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:25:29.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To teach is to learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello darlings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Today was amazing. I get to work at 7:40 as I do everyday and Mrs. Freeman (the assistant principle) stops me and say one of the teacher is really sick and needs to go home but they can't get a sub for her class and wanted to see if I would be interested in being in her class til they could find one. Fortunately for me they didn't find one so it was all me all day and it was the best experience ever. I got to do everything the teacher does without anyone watching my every step. Of course I have so much to learn but it was a good test for myself to see how I could handle everything. The kids were a little nuts at times but you have to take control and thats exactly what I did. It really made it all worth it when we were getting ready to leave and the kids were asking if I would be back tomorrow as their sub because they really like me. I'm so proud of myself and I can't wait to finally get to be able to go back to college and get my degree and do this everyday. It is what I have always wanted to do and ultimately what I will be doing one day. I feel I have the passion, drive, and patient to do it for the long run. Only those willing to learn from the kids are the ones who can actually be great teachers. So never give up on your dreams or think things will never go your way. You have to have faith in yourself and the way things are. Everything happens for a reason rather good or bad. You grow from all experiences in life and mature everyday. There is always something new to learn so soak in any and everything out there. NEVER STOP BELIEVING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo- Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRtU8iyKWeI/AAAAAAAAABw/jq73kxUw99k/s320/l_1f08ace16f66013931f178870f36b266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267897588246010338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Picture taken by me at Courtney and Josh Tullia's Wedding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);  font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings.  The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.  ~Carl Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-4566804130270483974?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/4566804130270483974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=4566804130270483974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/4566804130270483974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/4566804130270483974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-teach-is-to-learn.html' title='To teach is to learn'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRtU8iyKWeI/AAAAAAAAABw/jq73kxUw99k/s72-c/l_1f08ace16f66013931f178870f36b266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-63586413729071775</id><published>2008-11-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:01:52.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without family there is no point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's day two of my blog and I want to introduce you to my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267581947196809842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRo130PtInI/AAAAAAAAABo/efHrUSWmOlk/s320/l_0c864af6b4289c77f09ff2be6fb00dab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live with my parents Randy Leslie and Ann Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My daddy&lt;/strong&gt; is 54 years old and is a police officer for BSPD.&lt;br /&gt;He has been a cop for 22 years now and still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;I am a daddy's little girl so of course we are very close.&lt;br /&gt;Although we have our problems since we don't see eye to eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I love him anyways and would be soo lost without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the one who gives me a place to live and food on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is always my number one guy and always will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mommy&lt;/strong&gt; is 50 years old and works for Fujitsu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is an electronic company and she has worked there for 23 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is my best friend and the most amazing person I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I was little I always wanted to be just like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course as I grew older I thought I wanted to be nothing like her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then when I actually grew up I realized if I can be half the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;women she is I will do great things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has been down many roads in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gives me hope that one day things will change for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mommy will always be able to put a smile on my face when I talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267574175295322386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRouzbp_uRI/AAAAAAAAABA/93ApFFTWPa0/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next there is my brother Justin Wayne and my sister-in-law Laurie Lea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; is 26 years old and works for Verizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does the Fios cable stuff you know the commerical yeah thats him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well not him but his job anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justin and I used to fight ohh so much when we were younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have learned it was only to make me a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though he was the one to get in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always go to him first when I need advice on pretty much anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He always know exactly what to say to make it all better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily he got married May 7, 2007 and gave me a sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurie&lt;/strong&gt; is 26 also. She is a second grade teacher for MISD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her first year of teaching and I have to say she is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really enjoy watching and learning from her while in the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy enough she has gotten me 3 of the 4 past jobs I have had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wow I can't thank her enough for all the help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is exactly what I've always wanted out of a sister and couldn't ask for anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her having 3 sisters of her own I'm sure I can be a handful at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I try to respect their lives and let them be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I will always be the annoying little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they are both just wonderful and so caring towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267577732721684226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRoyCgGiLwI/AAAAAAAAABI/q5lPpi_ypW4/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there are the puppies in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maxx and Sam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maxx is my baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is heler/lab mix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Born December 14, 2001.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have a love hate relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam is the newphew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is a boxer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Born umm I'm not sure when.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is super crazy hyper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He definitly has DADD. (Dog ADD) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267580012944958690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRo0HOmIJOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qU49N_jRBgY/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267581399532026610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRo1X8CPuvI/AAAAAAAAABg/vgBc1u_Wdmw/s200/l_69b871b3b6a157a52fab867d58a1978a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Welp guess that is gonna be all for today folks I'm beat from work today I mean 2nd graders can really wear you out. So til tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, November 11, is a day to honor all the men and women who have served in America’s armed forces and to thank them for that service. So to my daddy, my Uncle Mark, and my PaPaw, and everyone else out there THANK YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-63586413729071775?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/63586413729071775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=63586413729071775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/63586413729071775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/63586413729071775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-its-day-two-of-my-blog-and-i-want-to.html' title='Without family there is no point'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRo130PtInI/AAAAAAAAABo/efHrUSWmOlk/s72-c/l_0c864af6b4289c77f09ff2be6fb00dab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393783556551199146.post-8114902275711273400</id><published>2008-11-10T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:26:46.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like living under your spotlight.</title><content type='html'>Hello blogging world. So I thought I would try something different instead of Myspace for a change. Well since this is my first one I figure I will introduce myself so you can get to know me alittle bit. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Kim and I am 22 years young. I originally have brown hair but I tend to change the color way to much. Currently it is red and I love it. It makes me feel so dangerous and like I can do just about anything in the world. I have beautiful green eyes and oh some pretty amazing dimples. I live in Dallas, TX with my parents and dog Maxx. I was born and raised in Texas but one day I will no longer live here and move up North to have some new adventures. But until then I will be here waiting for love to find me. I am single and enjoy it for the most part. I have the most amazing friends there are. Some I have known my whole life and others just in the past few years and past year I have grown very close to. But I will get to them in another blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I am working two jobs. One as a teachers aide for the school district here in Mesquite and I also work at Albertsons as a cashier. I enjoy both so much but my passion is for teaching and educating the young minds. I want to be able to mold them into the smartest and brightest kids for our future. They have the control to change the world and I want to be apart of that. I have always wanted to be a teacher and that dream will never end for me. One day I will achieve that goal but until then I have to live my dream through my sister-in-law who is a 2nd grade teacher as the school where I work. She is what I aspire to be one day. Of course I need to get back in college and finish and then I will be there. I'm just waiting for some money to get back to school so until then the teacher aide will work for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welp I'm gonna have to say this is enough for today I don't want to give to much away we have to keep the minds wondering. But something I will do in ever blog is post a new picture that I have taken and a quote that I think is inspiring or relates to me somehow or another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So til next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRjF8134mrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Grc2ikJ9i-Q/s320/l_a303371abd9c4a03b151212c419d9afc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267177413254093490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Picture taken by me at Chase and Brandi Scott's Wedding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393783556551199146-8114902275711273400?l=jarolimek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/feeds/8114902275711273400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393783556551199146&amp;postID=8114902275711273400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/8114902275711273400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393783556551199146/posts/default/8114902275711273400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarolimek.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-like-living-under-your-spotlight.html' title='I don&apos;t like living under your spotlight.'/><author><name>Kim Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029668184000897514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahyaWsulfyA/Tu_d7GARiHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZBzXnj9GoM/s220/375516_614816617371_196000694_32295291_1621968595_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnsnrX7cL6g/SRjF8134mrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Grc2ikJ9i-Q/s72-c/l_a303371abd9c4a03b151212c419d9afc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
