Kimber J.

During this season it is so easy for me to write off all the resolutions I made at the beginning of the year: I’m almost a whole week behind in my reading plan, haven’t gone to the gym in 12 days, and I’ve had fried foods and soda at least once for the last six days. I just dismiss those poor choices as permissible and tell myself that January is almost here; I can start again then. The problem with that philosophy is there are still days to live through, assignments to complete and submit, and work and family to attend. No matter how overwhelmed I feel because I’ve let so many things slide, I will still occasionally and randomly snap out of my unproductive trance just in time to remember what I learned a long time ago: This would be a bad place to give up! That simple little phrase tends to bring a smile to my face and joy to my heart because I’m reminded that life comes in waves. The ebb and flow will always change, and brighter days are headed my way if only I will continue to choos...

The only thing sweeter than being 6 years old, holding your dad's hand, pacing the floor of the prayer room while he teaches you by example how to pray is listening to your husband, the man you've always dreamed about belonging to you, holding your hand in a church service and praying over you and your marriage.

So my Advanced Abnormal Psychology class is discussing our society's obsession with abnormal functioning and how it's celebrated through our media. Awards are given to actors and writers who eloquently depict the life and time of someone suffering a syndrome or disorder caused by Abnormal Functioning. Posted below is my contribution to the discussion. Abnormal functioning can be explained through several of different veins of understanding. The few that come to mind immediately are: chemical imbalances that can result in syndromes such as Aspberger and autism, personality disorders such as bipolar or ADHD. Then there are characterizations of abnormal functioning that introduce paranormal diagnoses. The term paranormal is an adjective; a further descriptive term to explain a situation usually deemed as a phenomenon. Paranormal is essentially anything that is beyond or contrary to what can be deemed possible or probable. It is usually associated with telekinesis (ability t...

Fifty-eight weeks ago I promised myself I’d write more… guess how many journal entries, dear diary moments, and blog postings I’ve successfully executed since that self-pledge... FOUR! That's an average of about once every four months. Ridiculous. Even though it’s only been a little more than one calendar year, I feel like I’ve aged a decade; we’ve moved four times together, he’s moved twice without me, all in the name of work. I’m done moving – totally over it. The best part is that all of our belongings are still in storage (where they’ve been for the past 15 months), and everything has kinda mushed into itself, which is only going to add to all the fun I’m looking forward to having when it comes time to unpack. (Yay for me…and K and P who get the pleasure of helping me!) I’d say the most revolutionary piece of the past little while has been the ever-morphing transformation that is our relationship. Sometimes it seems like our moving away was inevitable; we HAD ...

Last week at lunch there were several of us sitting around, talking, and enjoying our various midday meals that ranged from dinner-the-night-before leftovers, peanut butter sandwiches, salads bought at the school cafeteria, and Sonic chili dogs. We had quite the feastly spread, and even though we do our best to enjoy the twenty-something minutes we get in between classes we still end up eating in haste, which probably does nothing to help our digestion; there just never seems to be quite enough time.  Anyhow, one of the girls asked another teacher a question and called her by her teacher name, "Mrs. Person", then walked out to get a fork or something. While she was gone, Mrs. Person, made the comment that she really doesn't like it when her colleagues, especially the younger ones, call her "Mrs. Person". I asked why, and she explained that she understood it was out of respect that she/they called her Mrs. Person; she also knows the girl is setting an examp...

Nearly seven months ago we (and by we, I mean me) packed up our one-bedroom apartment, put everything we own (even half of our clothes) in storage, and moved into my family's RV in a tiny little town in Texas' hill country. That's another story for another day... I've started writing it half a dozen times but for some reason can't seem to finish it. Maybe that's because I am STILL living in this 34 foot trailer trying to figure out just how I got here and who talked me into thinking this was a good idea. I'm really not bitter about it, but sometimes it's just too tight in here. Moving forward... Over the past few years, Stinky has canceled his Facebook account several times. After a little while he'd start back up, regather all his lost "friends" and proceed to overload on social media once again. He'd get sick of everyone's thoughts, ideas, and comments, recognize the binge, cancel everything, and that was the cycle. It worked fo...

I keep having this recurring thought about one day writing a book - now the hard part is discovering what I should write. What do I know enough about to constitute an ENTIRE BOOK? I have little thoughts - thoughts that would suffice as a chapter or maybe even two; hardly enough for a complete book. My skills aren't really for story telling, so that takes care of the fiction part of it all. I don't feel that I have enough command of one specific subject others would be interested in reading about to make a whole book of it; therefore, non-fiction is out of the running as well. I don't have a desire to research any one single person to create a biography - talk about boring. That leaves me with recipe writing, photojournalism, or magazine writing. I don't follow recipes well at all, photojournalism doesn't use words, and what's a magazine? Guess that just means I'm stuck with blogging. Maybe one day I can link all my blogs together and create one cohesive ...

This morning I took a small gift to K. She mentioned yesterday how she wanted one of those plastic bags with handles from Mexico - you know the kind you can use at the beach because it doesn't retain sand and other beach-life debris. Well, I had one folded up in my living room drawer that I've only used four times in the nine years I've had it - why not pass it along for someone else to use and love? She hugged me and thanked me; it felt wonderful to make someone so happy before 8:30am. A moment later she invited me into her office because she had something she wanted to tell me. After closing the door, her eyes filled with tears as she began to thank me for being such a positive energy in her life. She said that I was a battery charger for her, and she can tell a difference in her own attitude and approach to work just in the few short months I've been here. She wasn't sure if I knew that I had this kind of affect on people, but she felt compelled to tell me that...