VWB Giveaway. You know.

In case you were wondering...

True story. This girl is so cute, has a fun personality, and has an adorable shop. I own a few of her handmade items, and have more coming! Please don't enter, because I really want to win!


My heart longs for Utah

I have this new obsession called Utah.
I had been once in my entire life, and after next weekend, I will have been up three times in the past six months. I can't get enough of it!
I went up with my family for General Conference in April.

Then, Celeste and I took a trip in July.
This Thursday, Celeste and I are escaping up to our beloved Utah yet again. Meeting up with friends, hanging out at temple square, conference, ladies night at Deseret Book in Utah where famous people (in the LDS world at least) go. Yeah. Can't wait!!

And now I must get back to the mountain of homework I have to get done before escaping to my other mountains....hasta!



Let's just talk about this guy.

Meet Ben.
Served his mission in AZ. Adored by my family. Love him.
Ben's birthday was yesterday.
Ben's golden birthday was yesterday.
So I wrote him a poem.
It's been some time since I first met you.
A lesson on charity; Paxman was there too.
Five years have gone by, and as you could guessed
Many memories have been made in the time that has passed.
So since it's your birthday and we're far apart,
My gift to you is simple, but comes straight from my heart.
A list of the fun times you and I have shared,
A fun way to measure how our friendship has fared.
Slurping milk off the fireplace, receiving mailed birthday cards,
Apple Store stop-ins and eating chicken hearts.
Marching band videos and play dough ice cream,
You and I make quite the hand and foot team.
Escaping to Gateway on a cold April night,
Looking through telescopes at some stellar sights.
Hiking Camelback Mountain and getting lost in the dark,
Crown Burger, Burger Bar, frisbee in the park.
Cookies on a cutting board and drycleaing suits,
Awkward activites with YSA groups.
April Fools jokes and wedding lines,
'I love the Lewis'' hundreds of times.
Airplane museums and matchmaking skills,
Scorpions in tupperware that had yet to be killed.
Long conversations and This Is the Christ,
Christmas light necklaces and skating on ice.
See what I mean?! Lots of good times!
And most of them didn't even cost us a dime.
That being said, I think our friendship is priceless,
And you, Ben, are for sure the nicest.
You deserve the world and then so much more.
It's people like you, Ben, that I truly adore.

The end!


Slowly, but surely...

Guys....This pleases me.


I have the best friend ever.

Let's just talk about this chick.

That's Celeste, my best friend. We are attached at the hip, not even joking.

Celeste and I went to the same high school, had multiple classes together, and even sat right next to each other in those classes. One semester, in our CP Writing class, she edited and proofed all my papers...But we were never friends outside of class. It's crazy to think that just a few years later, we would be as close as we are now. Celeste and I became friends during our first semester at ASU. That was a dark semester for me, and probably one of the hardest changes I've experienced. Starting at ASU, knowing noone made me feel so alone and so lost. I went from a close knit group of friends to hang out and eat lunch with in high school to zero friends, zero acquaintances, and zero lunch buddies at ASU. It was awful. I cried a lot during that first month of college. But I also prayed a lot. One of the things I prayed most for was a friend. I cannot tell you how alone I felt, and all I wanted was someone to talk to and hang out with, you know, all that friend junk. I prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed for a friend. Not long into the semester, I was walking around at Institute trying to find a place to sit when I ran into Celeste and her friend, Bonnie. I remember getting this huge smile on my face and feeling so relieved. So I sat and ate lunch with them that day and soon we were good friends. Celeste and I quickly became real close, and I am so glad. We are now roommates, and are quite literally together 24/7.

Now to prove the title of this post, let me tell you three things about Celeste.

She makes my bed.

Not every day, but probably a couple times a week. It means the world to me. I can't even tell you. I am so not a believer of making beds, but it does feel nice to walk in my room and see that my bed is made. Yeah, she rocks.

She puts up with my crazy.

She deals with the boys, the mood swings, the stressed out version of me. She asks me lots of questions to get me thinking, to help me sort out my feelings, to help me figure out what I'm feeling...She's good at decreasing my stress level and making me realize that it's not the end of the world and that everything is going to be ok.

She waits up for me at nighttime.

She listens to my stories about dates and my day and junk. This might sound normal, but guys...Unless you've talked to me, you don't know how long my stories are. Like really, the stories I tell could probably be told by a normal person in like two minutes, but I take thirty. Not even joking. And she listens to it all. She's fantastic.

These are just a few of the reasons why Celeste is the best friend ever. Lucky me, huh?!


A nonhairproductuser's new favorite hair product

Suave Dry Shampoo.
Basically, this stuff is bomb. Let's talk about it.
You spray it on your roots, do a little one-two poof, and wahlah. Your hair is oily no more.
It's fantastic.
Seriously, for someone like me who has to wash her hair every single day ...this stuff is the greatest thing known to man. Well I guess in this case, woman.
Anyway. Go pick yourself up some. $2.74 is a small price to pay for all sorts of amazing.


Everyone deserves a day to be lazy.

This morning I woke up at 6:40.
What should have happened: get up, shower, clean bathroom, clean room, finish reading my book, buy myself a cupcake, swim and sunbath, eat dinner, institute, play with friends.
What really happened: caught up on Pretty Little Liars, watched an entire mini series of some other show on Hulu, entered online giveaways, checked out some Etsy shops, played on facebook, watched this video on YouTube, continued exploring YouTube, thought about getting up and doing something, didn't.

Now it's 1:11 in the afternoon.
I have been awake for...7 1/2 hours folks.
Have I moved from my bed?
I did get up to use the restroom twice.

I finally get an entire day to get stuff done, and what do I do?
Lay in my bed.
Good thing that's allowed every once in a while.


We may be crazy...

I was looking through my pictures this afternoon and found these lovlies...

I concluded, after looking at these pictures, that we (as in my family) are a bit wack-o.
It's a good thing I'm okay with that...cause I'm stuck with these guys for forever...

...and I wouldn't have it any other way.


Question Answered

I was just asked by my dear friend, Celeste, why I haven't updated my blog in so long.
This was my answer to her, and this is my answer to all of you precious ones that read this thing.

I'm stressed out!

School has momentarily taken over my life.
That's all.

Over and out.


Mr. C turns 3!

M Rudd's nephew, Cayden, turned 3 today! That means I have been hangin around los Rudds for 3 whole years now. Holy. Smokes.
Dear Cayden, I have known you for basically all of your life. This is crazy to me. Thank you for being so good when I've babysat and for always making me laugh. Sometimes, I know I shouldn't laugh but you are so dang cute (not to mention smart) and I can't help it. Love you C!!
Love, Kymber
Here are some pictures from the night...The quality is horrible, I know. And yet, they are priceless.

Blast. I hate it when pictures upload in the opposite order you intended them to upload them in. Too bad I'm too tired to go and fix that! That's right...OCD Kymber is NOT caring. Boomshakalaka.
P.S. I think that C and I ROCK at taking pictures together. Really?!


Why today was a great day.

Today I woke up on time. Sign numero uno that today was going to be fabulous....And it was.

Somehow took forever and a day to get ready. Took my sweet little time or somethin. Now running late. Celeste is here to pick me up. Shoot. I still haven't eaten breakfast, brushed my teeth, ditched my slippers for shoes, gotten my things together, finished my makeup, or made a pb&j for lunch. Awesome. Grab things, including breakfast, and run out door. Spill orange juice all over hand whilst speed walking. Get in car. Drive to school. Talking to Celeste. Spew spit while talking. Multiple times. Get to school. First class canceled. Score. Play Skip-Bo at Institute, just like old times. Chit chat with Bro. Bawden about the "Guild of Roses" coughakatheguildofpansiescough amongst other things. Go downstairs (still in Institute) to retrieve scriptures from newly discovered scripture cabinet of convientness. Serenade Celeste with "I Saw the Sun" while walking through the parking garage to her vehicle. Focused on dramatically singing. Turn around, wildly throw arms out, and jump 500 feet in the air due to near collision with concrete pillar and pole. Walk back upstairs to go to New Testament class. Re-telling Celeste for the bajillionth time the story of when I fell up those same stairs. Instead of retelling, almost end up reenacting, barely catching self. Nice save. Walk back into Institute. Bro. Calton, sees us and quickly turns and pretends he's going to take off running in the opposite direction. Think he's going to run toward us. Freak out. Through arms out in preparation to run away. Punch Celeste. Run two steps before realizing a) I'm about to run into a wall, and b) I am running from nothing and no one. Go to New Testament class. Trip on my jeans/leg/feet/whoknows on way to seat. Look over to see Bro. Calton is a witness to my gracefulness. Fast forward. Downstairs at Institute eating my pb&j with C and JB. So hungry, literally drool on my face. Look over and see kid I had met last week standing across the foyer. Said kid and I had since had a conversation about our name remembering skills. Wave obviously. Kid waves back. I yell, "Do you remember my name?" Kid says no. I point and say, "Mark?" Kid says, "No. John." "Oh. I don't know you." Kid and everyone else around laughs. Facepalm. Introduce self to John. John knows Mark and says it's the hair that causes confusion. Go to classes. End of school. Walk to Celeste's car. Start hearing random slamming. Can't figure out where said slamming is coming from. Secretly scared. Slamming stops. Then continues. Freak out and jump 500 feet in the air for the second time today. Figure out slamming is car doors on first floor, not kidnapper. Arrive at Celeste's car. Get inside. Begin talking to Celeste. Spit some more. Verbally admit issues controlling saliva today. Leave school. Arrive at Milano's. Serenade Celeste in piano methods section despite other customers nearby. Memorize Lean On Me. Work. YattaYattaYatta. Come home. Find Celeste at house. Do schoolwork. Have fun with webcam. Blog. The end.

*author realizes many of above experiences may fall under youhadtobetherekindofmoment category*


And now the dirty work is done.

Dear (Elder) Andrew Walker,

Hi. Your most favorite person ever here. Remember that one time before you left on your mission when you thought it would be funny to get into my room and plaster pictures of yourself all over my walls? Remember how I never got you back for that? Well, Senor, you come home this week. And I have waited 2 years for some sweet revenge. I suppose I should have warned you before you left that I can play your game because chances are you aren't expecting any form of payback. Hate to break it to you dude, but you are so wrong. Hahahahaha.


P.S. Welcome home!


Reverting back to childhood...

You probably don't want to ask.